A/n: Thanks for your reviews, everyone.

Everyone has to wait for birthdays, Rei; even other people's. Otherwise I'd be writing fluffy birthday fics instead of revising every day. It's a cruel world.

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11/11/20

Part Two:

After getting tired of Normal's screeching, Max and Cindy had grudgingly taken a few packages and were riding slowly round town delivering them, still discussing Logan's birthday present.

"Book!" Called Original Cindy.

"He has everything he could ever want to read already; not that I know what kind of thing he'd like," replied Max.

"Clothes?"

"Are you kidding? Logan has more clothes than you do. He just never wears most of them."

"Music, then," said Cindy, rolling her eyes.

"He downloads it off the internet and burns his own CDs; there's nothing he wants in that department either."

"That's Original Cindy's whole male gift box emptied out, boo. You know him better than I do; what do you think he'd like?"

"I could try and get something computery, I guess…" Max reached up to knock on a door.

"Where you gonna find that kind of stuff in this economy? And even if you could, it'd cost a bomb. Plus I'm betting he already has everything you can attach to a computer."

"True. It's hopeless; I'll never find anything for him in time." The door opened, revealing the recipient of the package.

"Mr Harmison?" Max said. "Package for you. I need a signature."

"Thank you for using Jam Pony," added Cindy as the door slammed in her face.

"What Logan really needs is a break from work; like that's ever going to happen," said Max, getting back on her bike.

"Well, there you go then," said Cindy. "You can take him away for a dirty weekend someplace."

"For the last time, Cindy, we are not like that."

"Then why are you so worried about getting him the right gift?"

"Because he's really down about this birthday. The only family he has left can't stand him and he doesn't have many close friends. It being the first since he got shot isn't helping, either."

"Guess that would kill anyone's party mood," Cindy agreed. "So, are you going to take him on vacation?"

"There's always the cabin, I guess," said Max. "But I'd never be able to prise him away from his computer long enough to go there; short of laying him out."

"You know," said OC, "that's not a bad idea…"

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Around midnight, Logan was still sitting at his computer, staring at the screen. He was so absorbed in what he was reading that he never even noticed the shadow crossing the room, or the cold breeze stirring the hairs on the back of his neck.

Absently, he took a sip of his now tepid coffee. Shortly afterwards, he found himself yawning, his eyelids drooping shut. He sat up with a start, draining the coffee to try and stay awake.

Within minutes, the sedative Max had slipped into the cup had done its work. Logan was fast asleep on his keyboard. She stepped out of the shadows behind him, unable to resist running her slim fingers through his hair as she bent over him.

"Happy birthday, Logan," she whispered into his ear.

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