Logan opened the door for Max as she quietly went outside. As she started for her Ninja, Logan grabbed her arm. Shocked, she snapped and turned around to face him.

"What do you think your doing!" she implored.

Logan lifted his gloved hand.

"Getting your attention," he replied.

"Getting yourself killed is more like it," she responded and went to straddle her bike.

"Max, we haven't talked since yesterday."

She swung her head to the side, "What is there to talk about?"

"Us," he pressed, "Asha?"

"Look, everyone makes mistakes. I did, you did. We're even."

"Max, I know you're not that forgiving."

"Maybe," she said putting on her yellow-tinted glasses on and revving up her bike, "You don't know me as well as you think you do."

Logan put his hand on hers and she stopped revving her bike. Her gaze went from him to his hand as they started gliding over her arms. When he reached her face, she stared back at him, confused and lustful at the same time. He took off her glasses and folded him into the front of her shirt. He held her face and looked at her straight on. Unwavering devotion stared back at her.

"Doubtful," he said. They stayed in that position at minute longer allowing Max to lean into him and pull back. He went into his Aztec, leaving her in a slight daze until she heard his car start. Grabbing her glasses, she resumed revving her bike and left, leaving the moment behind her.

Through his window, Sam watched the couple part. He wasn't sure if he was doing the right thing, keeping the truth from them, but he didn't want to cause them more pain than necessary. They had been through so much in the time that he had known them and he had no clue what his news would bring. Anyone who looked at them could see how much they loved each other no matter how much or maybe because of the tension between the two. Sam walked away from his window. He really hoped that he was wrong about what he had found, but he knew most likely, he wasn't. He knew that his discovery had the possibly to destroy Max and Logan forever, virus or not.

Max hated this. She had planned on going to Joshua's to check up on Brin, but she couldn't do it. She was thinking too much about what had happened between her and Logan in the parking lot. She hated that Logan was right. She hadn't even attempted to really think about what he did. It hurt too much. She wanted to sweep up the rug and pretend it never happened, that he never touched Asha, that he never kissed her, that he never… She just didn't want to think about it. She knew that she should listen to him and she should forgive him, like he did her a year ago.

Her and Rafer. In her head, she could even justify that she didn't even need his forgiveness that night. They were still just friends back then…kind of…not really. Because she remembered that morning and how she couldn't stop crying, ashamed. She wondered if he felt the same way, when he was with Asha during those months when she was dead… She still didn't want to think about it. She wanted to pretend to back in time. Back when things were simple, back when it was just her and her Ninja.

Two days later

Logan eased himself out of the shower as he heard the phone ring. He dried himself of quickly and got into his wheelchair, trying to get to the phone before…

"You have reached the number you dialed."

…the answering machine picked up.

"Logan. It's Sam. I'd rather not talk about this over the phone, but…"

"Sam," Logan interrupted as he picked up the phone, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing…yet. Maybe you sit down for this," he stated.

"I am sitting down, Sam. What's going on?" Logan questioned getting considered. He locked his brakes, just in case.

Sam sighed, "I really shouldn't be telling you this. I should be talking to her."

"Her? It's about Max? What's wrong with her?" Logan asked, worried.

"There's nothing…wrong. It just…"

"Sam, get to the point!" Logan implored irritated.

Sam let another deep breath, "She's pregnant, Logan."

Logan dropped the phone. Oh shit, he thought as his eyes began to bulge out of their sockets. He took his glasses off and rubbed the bridge, trying to at least minimally process this information. He took a breath and regained the strength to pick up the phone again.

"Logan, you there?" Sam asked on the other end.

"Yeah, yeah. Just…yeah, I'm fine. Wow, that's news," he concluded, slowly getting his senses back.

"So…" Logan continued, not really talking to Sam at this moment, "I'm gonna be a father."

"No, Logan, you won't," Sam replied.

"But didn't you say Max is pregnant?" he asked, confused.

"Yes, but Max won't be able to carry the child to term," he stated.

"What? Why? Several of her sisters have had healthy children, why not her?" he demanded.

"Because it's your child. The virus that she carries is specific tuned to your DNA and is very advanced. The virus has identified your DNA in her womb and it will attack. The only reason that I believe it hasn't happened yet is because it needs time to mutate," he finished.

Logan shook his head, "Just like the protein casing."

"Um?" Sam questioned.

"That's why the cure was only temporary. Cause it mutates so quickly. Damn."

"Logan, I'm sorry."

"Damn!" Logan yelled, "And Max doesn't know."

"No," Sam sighed, "And I don't how to tell her."

Logan closed his eyes and lean back in his char slightly, "And you think I do! We're barely even talking, Sam."

Rubbing his hand across his face, he continued, "How long does she… it… How long, Sam?"

"A week. A week in a half, maximum. But she will miscarry and you should be prepared when that happens."

Logan shook his head, "No, Sam. There's has to be a way."

"Logan," Sam started softly, trying to talk sense into him.

"NO!" Logan shouted, "There just has to be. I can't tell her. There has to be a way to save her and… and…"

Logan took one last breath, "Goodbye, Sam."

He hung up the phone and started on a new mission to save what could be.