Summary: Logan Echolls was Cindy Mackenzie's best friend. And it was weird as hell.

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters.

A/N: I wrote this back in May and floated around the internet world where only friends of mine managed to see it. Due to a conversation with a friend last night I decided to post it here and let the world (Or this site, at least) see the love that is Logan/Mac.

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November, 2006

"You're really awful at this," Logan commented, watching as Mac was once again shot in the video game the two were playing. Mac elbowed him in the ribs and slammed her thumb down on one of the controller buttons, her purple hair falling in her eyes.

"Damn!" Mac shouted as her character crumpled to the ground, dead. "Isn't there a handicap for hair interference?" Logan laughed at her.

"Your hair is no excuse. Just admit you suck," Logan said. Mac rolled her eyes.

"I will the day you tell Veronica about your collection of Dr. Who DVDs," she told him. If for some reason anyone from Neptune High were to enter Logan Echolls' dorm room at this moment, they would be confused as hell. In high school the two had only spoken to each other a few times --- Mainly because of Veronica.

Over the summer Logan had gone out of his way to make sure she was okay. Mac had a feeling that the scene in the hotel room had been the cause of his concern. Veronica had been out of town for the funeral, but Logan had gone. He had stood between Mac and Dick, his arm around her shoulders protectively while constantly looking over at Dick reassuringly, trying to let them know that some day it would be okay. He had driven her home after, for some reason her collapsing on the ground in tears had tipped him off that she was in no position to drive, and had stayed with her as she covered her hair in the cheap black hair dye she had picked up before the funeral.

In the weeks following, Logan was the one to pick her up for her appointments. Every Thursday at two she would look out the window and sure enough his bright yellow X-Terra would be waiting for her at the end of the driveway. Sometimes he'd stay through her therapy appointment, flip through out of date magazines in the lobby of the large white building. Once in awhile he'd sit in on the sessions with her. Only when she'd let him.

When late August came and it was time for Mac, Logan and Wallace to move into the dorms at Hearst -- Veronica had decided to commute, wanting to stay as close to her father as possible after that night at the hotel -- Mac had been helping Logan unpack when she had found some interesting things. Discovering that Logan Echolls was a closet geek had amused her greatly. She had found a box full of scifi DVDs as well as two copies of Final Cut Pro Edition, though why two she wasn't sure. It had been a fun time dropping lines about phone booths and Dalicks here and there.

The white porcelain sink in Logan's suit bathroom had a purple ring around it because of her. One morning back in early October she had shown up at his dorm room door bright and early with a box of purple dye babbling to him about change and trying to move on. So he had ushered her into his bathroom, hung over as hell, helping her wash the black from her hair and adding the bright purple streaks in.

He had introduced her to Playstation one night, trying to convert her to gaming systems and away from her beloved Powerbook. Veronica wasn't jealous of Mac's closeness with her boyfriend, she got it, which had just made their routeen easier. There was no sexual tension, no questions about it, they were just friends.

Logan Echolls was Cindy Mackenzie's best friend.

And it was weird as hell.