Disclaimer: James Cameron owns all Dark Angel Characters.

Max walked into Logan's place and could smell something good coming from the kitchen. Logan was cooking one of his culinary masterpieces again and the aroma was filling the whole house. She entered the kitchen and saw Logan standing over the stove stirring a sauce.

"I was just about to call you, but then again, I forgot, cats always seem to show up around dinner time. Hungry?" he asked her, looking up from the pot and smiling.

Max turned her head slightly finding his question a bit rehearsed was it? She didn't know, but she felt she had heard him ask the same thing just recently. She shrugged it off and answered, "Not for food."

Logan looked up at her and wondered what that meant. Max herself didn't know where that had come from. Max herself was a bit confused at that as well. Was she going into heat again? She shook her head.

"I'm sorry," she told him. "I just can't get over how incredible you're looking right now."

Both of them looked at each other in shock. What was she doing? Unbeknownst to Logan, not even Max herself knew what was going on.

She started to apologize, but the stopped. "Logan," she started, "I'm feeling a little strange."

He knew what she meant. He had just dreamt about this situation last night, although neither one of them had voiced what he had been thinking in his dream like she just did.

"I know," he told her. "I've dreamt of this, just last night, as a matter of fact."

Max looked at him confused, "You've dreamt of this? Last night?"

Logan nodded, "Although in my dream you didn't say that you just--"
Then stopped abruptly and they both quickly stepped away from each other.

"What's going on here?" Max asked.

Logan shook his head, "I don't know, and I don't know if I want to find out."

Max took a deep breath, "How could you have had the same dream that I had?"

"You know, it's kinda not the first time this has happened," he told her.

Max looked at him confused again, "What do you mean?"

"Remember when I was in the hospital and you gave me a transfusion?" he asked her, then continued, not waiting for an answer. "Well, I dreamt that we danced together. I told you I couldn't and you said 'Sure you can. Mind over matter."

Max said the last part with him, "Mind over matter…" She looked confused at him. The both slowly started to smile at each other. "How is this possible?"

Logan shrugged, "I don't know, but I think it's because of that transfusion some how."

Max began to blush and tried to stop herself. Logan knew she was thinking about what they had dreamt about last night.

"Hey, it's alright," he told her, smiling. "I enjoyed it."

Max couldn't help but blush this time. She took a deep breath and nodded, "Yes it was."

Logan took a deep breath, his smiling fading slightly, "Well, at least we have that… if we can't touch while we're awake, at least we can in our dreams."

"It felt so real," she told him.

Logan nodded, inhaling deeply, "I know."

They both smiled at each other and nodded.