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Chapter Eight

"You know," she began as she ran the washcloth along his calf, "might never had a bath with a guy before, but I'm pretty sure yawning isn't a good sign." She looked up in time to see a smile try to overtake the yawn without success.

He laughed and ran a hand over the already slicked back wet hair, "Might help if I could feel what you're doing."

"Forgive me for trying to be thorough." She smiled and slid the washcloth up further quickly.

He grinned brightly and she laughed as his hands attached themselves to her waist and pulled her on top of him.

"We're never going to get clean this way." She remained smiling as she ran her hands over the back of his neck looking into his eyes that had suddenly come alive again.

His smile fell into a more serious look as his eyes gleamed, "Clean isn't exactly what I have in my mind."

-o-o-o-o-o-

The doorbell buzzed and Max stifled a curse as she lay curled into Logan's side once more. He barely stirred at the noise and only made a slight attempt at holding on to her as she extricated herself from his arm.

She slid out from the sheets once more dressed in the long blue button down, her hair still damp from the bath and made her way to the door before they could buzz again.

"Syl" she said in hushed tones seeing her sister standing out in the doorway.

"Why are you whispering?" She asked walking in as Max moved to the side.

"Logan's asleep."

Her sister made a face, "It's not even ten." She'd known Logan for two months now, she'd never known him to be asleep before two.

Max smiled at the response, they'd actually been in bed since 8, they'd had dinner at 5, she felt like a school kid, "He's exhausted."

"Oh" her sister shook her head, "I just wanted to bring you your bike." She said extending the keys, "Didn't think sneaking into the apartment was a good idea at the moment." She'd contemplating just slipping into the apartment while they were asleep to give them the space she knew they wanted, but with Max's sleeping habits and her currently on edge state, she'd decided against it.

"My bike?" she asked confused as she took the keys, she'd left her bike by the warehouse Tinga had been held in, it hadn't been safe to go back, nor had she had the time.

"I went by and picked it up the next day. Couldn't just leave it there for some little twerp to take."

"Thanks" Max nodded and looked down at the key in her hand.

Syl smiled, "Be glad I took your bike. Zack's is a little worse for the wear after two months of Krit's stunts."

She smiled, hid the pain of having to hear Zack's name being said aloud.

"So are you going to be up for company tomorrow? Jondy and Shea are taking off. Mind if I get a drink?" She asked as she was already walking into the kitchen.

"No," Max shook her head and watched her sister move with ease in Logan's kitchen, "go right ahead."

"Thanks" she smiled as she pulled out the juice.

"So what about the rest of you guys?"

Syl shook her head, "I don't know about Lydecker, but Zane should be gone in a few days. Krit and I will probably be around for at least a few more months. Once you get used to the rain, this is a pretty decent place."

"You're living here?"

"Yea we've been crashing at one of Logan's safe houses since…" She just nodded instead of finishing.

They both grew silent, but after a few moments Syl finally had to ask what had been on everyone's mind since they'd found out Zack was gone, "Do you know what happened to….I mean how'd he…"

Max knew she owed the answer to her sister, to all of her sibs, "They couldn't…" she shook her head, "I was dead. I should still be dead."

"What are you saying Max?"

"Zack did what we always knew he'd do. I was dead, they couldn't save me." She swallowed hard; she couldn't remain cold and impassive, "Not without a new heart."

"Zack.." Syl couldn't find the words, her eyes just fell to the spot beneath Logan's shirt where their brother's heart now rested in their sister.

Max nodded.

Tears welled up in Syl's eyes, "That big brother of ours…" she gave a watery smile. "You know I should probably go otherwise Krit's gonna come up looking for me. Come by tomorrow? I don't think you want all of us invading on you here."

Max nodded, "I've got wheels now." She dangled the keys, "I'll be over."

-o-o-o-o-o-

She walked her sister to the door and hugged her; she started walking back towards the room as Logan emerged from the office in his chair.

From the expression on his face, she knew he'd overheard, "Yea,"she nodded.

He nodded, "I'm sorry."

She nodded, "Me too."

She started to walk past him and into the room as he reached up a hand to grab her, "It's not your fault Max, he loved you."

"I wanted to go Logan; I had to talk him into it. He was captured because of my stupid plan and then he…" Tears welled up in her eyes. "I might as well put the gun to him myself."

"Max it's not your fault." He held tight onto her as he looked up at her.

"Yea it is." She shook her head, "And that's just something I have to live with."

"Max, you didn't force anyone into this."

"My plan and I got my brother killed," she said forcefully, "I almost got you killed."

"Max"

"No more." She shook her head, "I don't want to deal with this anymore. It's all I've done for two months. Can we please just go back to bed?"

The somber tone in her voice caused him to drop his hand from her arm and he nodded and followed her into the room.