Another Attack by Reilynn

Alternate ending to Art Attack. Logan discovers sensation with Max, and what would YOU do with it?

Rating: This is the tame version. The 'Directors Cut' which is unrated ('cause really, do you know anyone that rates these things) is completed. If you head over to either Blah, Blah, Woof, Woof or DA Reflections, you should find enough hints to locate it.

I am not sure that Maria656 wants her pure name associated with this definitely not innocent piece of smut, but …. Thanks for checking it for me.

Disclaimer: "I don't own Max, Logan, the Dark Angel Universe or anything of significant value that would be worth the effort to sue and I make no money off this. Yadda, yadda, yadda."

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Bling was very concerned by the time he got to the penthouse. He had called Logan to let him know that he was going to be running a little late, but he wasn't answering his phone. He wasn't answering any of his phone numbers, and that was not like Logan Cale. He was too obsessed with fixing the world to ignore it. Bling walked around the penthouse, looking for some sort of clue as to what had happened to Seattle's self-appointed guardian. He didn't see any sign of a struggle. He noted the painting on the coffee table. It couldn't be. Nah, it has to be a copy. I think. Well, if it is not then it is one heck of a story. Bling didn't look under the coffee table to see the burgundy pair of high heels that would have warned him to be careful to knock before entering.

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The door to Logan's bedroom was open, so Bling walked in. Once inside he could hear the shower running. He noted the bare mattress and jumped to the entirely wrong conclusion. He assumed that Logan was probably feeling pretty humiliated right about now. Only later would he wonder how he missed all the empty dishes.

"Logan," Bling called out as he reached for the door.

"Stay out!" Logan shouted.

Bling paused and took a deep breath. Logan needed to learn that he understood. "Why?" he shouted as he slowly started to enter the bathroom regardless.

"Because he said so!" Max yelled.

THAT stopped Bling in his tracks and had him backing up pretty quickly! He turned around and shut the door firmly behind him. Now I notice all the plates and glasses, Bling thought wryly "I'll be in the kitchen."

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"Damn," Logan said, rinsing off quickly. "Something must be wrong. It must be big if Bling came over in the middle of the night."

Max sighed, suppressing a twinge of disappointment that the world was once again demanding attention. "Time to go save the world."

"I'm sorry." Logan transferred to his wheelchair, which had a towel on it. He wheeled over to the door and grabbed his robe even though he wasn't quite sure how he was going to get it on.

"It's OK. We are in this together, right?" Max followed him and stood in front of him.

"Nothing would please me more, Max." Logan smiled up at her. Max picked him up and kissed him. Logan, brilliant man that he is, took the hint and slipped his robe around him. When he had wrapped it around him Max set him gently back in his wheelchair. "Thank you."

"Thank you," Max replied.

Logan paused, momentarily puzzled. "For what?"

"For sharing your life with me. For being willing to share my strange little life."

"Always," Logan answered sincerely.

Max smiled. "The sooner we go fix the world, the sooner we can get you to back to bed. I'll wash my hair and be right out."

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Logan wheeled into the kitchen. "Bling, what's wrong?"

"Wrong? Nothing is wrong, as a matter of fact, it sure looks like things went right."

"Then what are you doing here?" It was at that moment that Logan noticed that it was light outside. Realization was slowly seeping into his consciousness.

"We had a PT session scheduled, remember?"

"I thought that wasn't until 2 pm?" Logan asked warily.

Bling chuckled in amusement. Apparently things when very right last night. "Logan, it is almost 2:30." Bling watched with amusement the shocked look on Logan's face. "So, I take it things went fine."

"It can't be." Logan whispered.

Bling laughed. Logan gave him an indignant look. Bling showed Logan his watch.

"MY GOD!" Logan whispered. Extraordinary display of athleticism indeed!

"Coffee?"

"Please."

Bling handed Logan a cup of coffee that he had taken the liberty of making, knowing it would be needed. "Seriously, Logan." Bling glanced toward the bathroom. He still heard the shower. Women take awhile so we have some time. "How did it go? I know you blew off 'the Talk'. Is there anything you want to know now?"

"No," Logan shook his head, still a little stunned. He took a big gulp of the scalding coffee out of pure instinct.

"Well, then, thanks for the coffee. Have you slept at all since you and Max went to the wedding?" Bling asked.

"Umm, kind of." Logan was belatedly realizing how tired he should be but bewildered why he wasn't.

"Kind of. Logan?" Bling's voice was starting to show real concern. Bling knew that Max would never hurt Logan on purpose but how enthusiastic had she gotten with him last night?

Logan shook off the confusion and focused on the task at hand. Bling had always been helping him try to get back on his feet, and now it looked like he had a real chance of that. "Yeah, I passed out for a few minutes after the first time I … came."

"You felt it?"

"Oh, hell yeah! That is actually how we wound up … well, in bed. I felt Max when she put her hand on my knee and from there we decided to explore how much I could feel." Logan admitted, more embarrassed than he really thought he should be.

Bling let out a pleased chuckle. "I take it things went well."

Logan smiled just thinking about it. "Oh, yeah. I still haven't been able to move anything below the injury line, but I can feel her touch."

"You did move a little," Max interjected from behind Bling, startling both men.

"I did?" Logan tried to remember when.

"Well, yeah. When you …" Max flushed bright pink. She made a vague motion with her hand, gave up and mumbled, "Y'know."

Bling just stared at her, not quite able to get his head around an advanced soldier blushing when talking about bodily functions. I didn't know that Max was Shy.

Logan was delighted anew by Max's sweet artlessness. He gave her one of his irresistibly devastating grins and turned to go over to her. He hit his feet on the edge of the table as he turned the wheelchair.

"Ow," he exclaimed before he had any chance to process the sensation.

Bling was still struggling to accept the concept of a shy X5 when that new surprise blindsided him.

"Logan!" Max was at his feet instantly. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I am way better than just alright." Logan said. "I guess this means it's not just you."

"That's good news! It's probably my blood, healing you." Max smiled up, so pleased she could help heal him.

"Could I talk you into rubbing it anyway? Just in case it is your touch?" Logan entreated her. Before Logan's encouraging smile, Max's nervousness melted away.

"Aiight but, maybe, we should get you another transfusion of revved up Manticore blood anyway. Just in case." Max beamed up at him.

The thought of amateur blood transfusion snapped Bling out of his shock. "Wait a minute. Blood transfusion is a serious medical procedure. You have to be very careful and Logan is an extremely rare blood type."

"I was designed to be a universal donor. My blood doesn't have any antigens at all. Besides, I transfused him at the hospital after his last surgery."

"That was risky," Bling scolded.

Max shrugged her shoulders and continued to rub Logan's feet. "Dr. Carr said he wasn't going to make it without a transfusion. I know that Manticore could have lied to us, or been wrong, but I didn't see any alternative."

"I heard about that. You could have died passing out like that!" Bling was trying to be stern, but it was hard. Logan your life obviously means a lot more to her than her own, you better not blow this or I'll beat your skinny ass.

"Take more than that to kill an X5, Bling." Max said.

"You still need to be more careful. I know a few nurses at the hospital; one of them is a huge Eyes-Only fan." And really cute, too. "I think I can convince her to set up the transfusion and not tell anyone about it." The fact that it'll impress her to no end that I have anything to do with Eyes-Only is just a little bonus.

"I can set up a transfusion. I already did it once," Max retorted.

"It will be fine Bling. Think you can grab us some needles and tubing from the hospital?" Logan asked.

"I still think you should let me bring her here, or come to the hospital, but since Logan seems determined to go through with this…"

Max let out a small giggle.

Bling glared at her.

Logan whispered, "Shh" and stroked her hair.

"…I may as well pitch in. I'll go talk to Marie and grab the equipment. We also need to get you an appointment with Dr. Carr. It is my strong suspicion that you have had enough physical exertion for one day." Maybe for one week! Bling gave Logan a friendly pat on the back as he walked by.

"But I did all the … work." Max's voice trailed off as she realized what she said. "I mean, doesn't he need some sort of range of motion exercises?"

"How do you know about that?" Logan asked, afraid he already knew.

Max rolled her eyes at him. "There is lots of information on spinal cord injuries freely available to the general public, Logan. It's my weird medical condition that's classified, not yours. Although, a lot of it wasn't very accurate."

"They just were not counting on you, my love." Logan had to chuckle slightly and couldn't have kept the grin off his face if his life depended on it. Logan held out his hand to Max and she rose from his feet into his arms.

"That is definitely my cue to leave. Skipping one ROM session isn't going to do too much harm. Give me a call when you wake up. Drink some water." Bling let himself out.

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The two new lovers savored the freshly showered clean scent of each other for a little while before Max decided to take care of Logan. She rose from his lap with her usual feline grace, and fetched him a large cool glass of water.

"PT's orders," she stated with mock severity. "Now, where do you keep the clean sheets?"

"Yes, Mother," Logan replied with a dash of sarcasm, but more amusement. He pointed to the linen closet and Max sped off to make the bed. Laughter danced in his verdant eyes that were normally so driven with purpose until a thought occurred to him. "Oh, no," he whispered, but Max heard it clearly.

Max was at his side in an instant. "What's wrong?"

"We didn't … It didn't occur to me."

"What?" Max prodded.

Logan's voice was barely above a whisper. "We didn't use anything for birth control. I don't even have anything here. It never occurred to me that I would ever need it."

"Oh, that." Max said, obviously relieved.

Logan started the conversation he was kicking himself for not having with her before they made love. "You don't seem worried."

"I'm not," Max said.

"You want kids? Now?" Logan had to ask. Nothing I can do about it if it's done.

"I don't think I can have kids." Max looked at Logan nervously.

Logan would have laughed if Max didn't look so anxious. "Yesterday I didn't think I would ever be able to father them." Logan paused to let it sink it; it wasn't, so he continued. "Max. When we first met, you told me that you couldn't do anything about all the corruption in the world, but with me – you have. Last night you told me you could not have an orgasm, but with me - you have. Notice a pattern?"

Max nodded but still looked miserable.

"Max, whatever happens, this will be okay. As long as we are in this together. Right?" Logan reached out to her and she came eagerly into his arms.

Logan held on to her, caressing, offering comfort and reassurance. "Max. When was your last cycle?"

Max jumped. How could he know? "What?" she asked, clearly alarmed.

Logan couldn't imagine what about this was upsetting her after all they had been though together, so he clarified. "The first day of your last menstrual cycle." She is so cute when she blushes.

"Oh, that. I've never … menstruated."

"Well, you could be right about this one."

"About time," she muttered.

Logan's gentle laughter rippled through the air. "You can be really cute sometimes, y'know?"

"More proof they screwed up when they made me," Max replied, unhappy with the whole line of conversation.

"The universe is right on schedule, Max. You are exactly who you are supposed to be and exactly where you are supposed to be." Logan held her more firmly to him in an instinctive gesture of comfort.

"Yours," she said in a husky whisper.

"Mine," he affirmed. "Max, do you want children?"

"Do you?" she countered.

Logan could tell she was nervous, so as befitting the mentor role he had assumed, he led the way. "I used to. I gave up that dream, a long time ago, even before I was shot. Now, with you, I don't know. It is a big decision and I haven't had time to think about it and we haven't had time to talk about it. The only thing I am sure of is that, whatever comes, I want to be with you. You?"

He deserves the truth. "Pretty much the same. A few years ago I got it into my head that having a baby would be the only way that I would ever have anyone like me. I somehow convinced myself that it wasn't completely selfish of me to bring someone else into the world with DNA as screwed up as mine. I didn't ask for this and nobody gets to choose their parents. So for awhile, I … tried. It didn't work. I'm glad, it was a bad idea."

"So maybe in ten or fifteen years after we fix the world a little bit we can see about getting some kids?"

"Maybe."

"Even if we can't have our own there isn't a shortage of kids needing good homes."

"I know nothing about being a mother, Logan."

"I can tell you about my Mother. They have books on the subject. You're a fast learner. We would do fine. It can't be any harder than fixing the world. Whatever comes, whenever it comes. Max, I want you to promise me one thing."

"What?" Max asked even though she knew it didn't really matter; she could deny him nothing, not when he looked at her like that.

"You will keep me posted if anything unusual happens?" Logan placed his hand purposefully on her stomach.

She smiled and nodded, "I promise."

Logan carried Max into their bedroom on his lap. She made the bed as quickly as she could, leaving Logan in awe of her speed. He had never seen her move flat out before, and wasn't entirely certain that blur qualified as seeing her. She had the bed made and turned down for him before he got out of his robe.

Logan shed the little clothing he had been wearing and transferred his nude body into the bed. Max stood in appreciation, gazing longingly at her beloved's form. Logan held the blankets up in invitation and she shed his tee shirt and joined him.

"I want to hold you until I go to sleep," he breathed into her hair.

"Yes!" She cuddled into his embrace, purring softly.

"I love you, Max. Kids or no, I have my miracle. Right here in my arms."

"I love you too. You are my miracle Logan. You are amazing, in so many ways."

The young lovers drifted off so sleep, secure in each others arms and blissfully unaware that miracles tend to come in 3's.

To be sequel-ed.

Author's Note: I do not consider this a cliffhanger. If you know much about cats (which if you have read my other stories, you probably do by now) you know that they ovulation is stimulated rather than periodic. In other words, Max never conceived before because she never climaxed and thus, ovulated. Yes, I am aware I am taking some creative liberties.

The End.