AN:I must acknowledge Genetically Enhanced thought of multiple endings before I did and graciously allowed me to borrow her clever idea. Thanks G.E.

I dream of Max

December 14th 2021

Max was aware of three pairs of eyes staring at her with the hopeful intensity of a cocker spaniel under a toddler's high chair. She turned round her hands on hips and drew in her breath ready to deliver the bad news for two of them.

"Oh alright, god" Max snapped ungraciously.

She looked at them standing in front of her, the tall charismatic mole, the cute scruffy Intellectual Logan and Pretty Boy Alec 494.

"Mole I'm sorry but I can't spend the rest of my life with someone who bites chunks out of my neck when he comes, only lasts five minutes in the sack, is pretty ugly even for a freak and most importantly smokes those disgusting cigars. No hard feelings huh?" Max asked patting Mole on the arm.

"Nah Max. You're a bitch really; I've had a lucky escape." Mole agreed good humouredly.

Max then turned to Alec. "It was great last night but I'd get tired of all that hard rough sex pretty quickly. I don't want to spend the rest of my life as a Mounties wife either I like Seattle." Max went pink. "But what I'm really trying to say here is I don't love you Alec sorry, I love Logan."

Alec nodded sadly. "I always knew that Max in my heart of hearts. At least we'll always have Nome." He turned to Logan the better man. "Take care of her pal."

Max faced Logan with tears of emotion in her dark eyes. "Oh Logan I've just been acting crazy recently but I love you, please say you still want me."

Logan clasped his beloved Max in his arms. "Oh Max it's always been you." He pulled a small velvet jewellers box out of his pocket and sank to one knee in the snow of Nome.

"Max will you marry me?" Logan said showing her the ruby engagement ring in the box.

"Oh Logan yes, of course yes." Max said putting the ring on her finger.

Everyone present outside the fishing gutting factory cheered and burst into spontaneous applause even the surrendered Alaskan National Guard.

February 13th2022

10.00pm

Max lay in the birthing pool with candles all around and pink rose petals floating in the water. It had been a bit of a worry Logan suddenly converting to a philosophy called Fanficology and insisting that she didn't make a sound during birth. Max thought this was a big ask but Logan was more worldly and sophisticated than her so she was deciding to go along with it.

It had been real embarrassing last month when he had appeared on "Good Morning Seattle" discussing his receiving a nomination for the Pulitzer Award for Investigative Journalism. Logan had been asked about their engagement and jumped up and down on the sofa in the studio yelling "I love this transgenic." Fanficology believed in publicly declaring your love all the time so Logan was forever sticking his tongue down her throat when they went to Joshua's art gallery openings or attending the end of the Alaskan insurgency party in City Hall.

Still Max found every day with Logan a happy love filled dream come true. Now as she lay in the birthing pool listening to taped dolphin cries she felt more womanly and fulfilled than ever before.

11.30 pm

Logan looked annoyed at the gynaecologist. "No she can't have pain killers it has to be done all naturally."

"But Mr Cale, the baby is breech I'm going to have to use forceps." The doctor said alarmed.

Logan shook his head. He had total faith in Max's strength she had proved herself again and again.

11.55pm

"It's not working Mr Cale." The gynaecologist said in despair coming back up for air from the birthing pool. "We're going to have perform an emergency caesarean."

Max looked really alarmed.

Logan held her hand reassuringly. "Max you can do this without painkillers or making a sound."

"Fuck off and die Logan!" Max screamed at him pulling his head under the water in the pool counting to twenty and then releasing him.

February 14th

Max lay back contentedly on the bed holding little Valentia in her arms. She and Logan had such a strong relationship. Max was so glad he'd decided to go back to being an Episcopalian. All she had needed to do in the end was grab hold of her fiancés scrotum and twist till he'd agreed to stop being a Fanficologist. Now she could get on with planning her dream wedding to Logan in Seattle's most prestigious Episcopalian Church St Marks Cathedral.

O.C. and Kendra came into her room with flowers and cute stuffed toys. Max asked her favourite home girls to be her bridesmaids and they squealed in delight. She passed Kendra, Valentia to feed with a bottle.

Max wasn't breastfeeding. She needed to get her figure back fast so she could look beautiful in her wedding dress next month.

Thank heavens Logan was rehiring Bling to act as a Nanny for Valentia. That way Max could keep running Terminal City and get back into shape for her wedding.

March 30th

Zack stood up to give a toast to the happy couple at their reception held in the refurbished Space Needle's revolving restaurant. Zack hoped he could sound as witty as Matt Sung the best man had earlier.

"To my baby sister Maxie and the nicest guy I ever tried to kill Logan Cale." Zack said laughingly.

The guests all drank a toast to the couple with champagne. O.C. and Kendra looked ravishing wearing red satin slip dresses and had deserved the stammering toast of awe Logan had given them.

The two bridesmaids wheeled out the five tier cake for Max and Logan to cut. Logan and Max delicately fed each other cake. They had both previously agreed that smearing cake all over each other's faces when there were people going hungry all over the United States was wasteful and insensitive.

Max and Logan went to the middle of the room to have their bridal waltz. Max was wearing a wedding dress made from pure white silk. This simple dress was combined elegance, classiness, and sexiness into one knockout package.

Logan looked at his bride with pride how he had longed for this moment for three years ever since he saw her breaking into his house and trying to steal his stuff.

Max knew a week of sensuous delights was in store for her on her Greek Islands honeymoon with Logan. He was so wonderful in bed so inventive, skilled, passionate and always romantic not like 494. Max remembered her night of hard out repetitive sex with Alec in the igloo and shuddered boring, boring, boring.

Max saw Alec dance across the room sleazily with CeCe's clone PeePee. PeePee was so welcome to him.

That night Max lay in Logan's arms in their hotel suite in her soft emerald green chiffon negligee. A peaceful sleep was eluding her she was having a terrible dream she tossed restless whimpering as a horrible night mare came to her.

She was back in the igloo having sex with Alec and he was yapping all through it. The remembered sounds of flesh hitting flesh and the constant non relenting yammering came flooding back to her.

"What made you come to Nome was it the way I kissed you?" Alec asked her in her dream. "Because some people say I have perfect lips. Do you like that? Does it feel good? Move over here babe, lower, higher, backwards, forwards, wearing your sun glasses, yeah baby! Hey is that mark on your neck a hickie?" Max moaned gently in her sleep with anguish.

The dream Alec kept up his relentless flood of words just like he had that night in Nome. "Hey after we come this third time do want to try doing it on your head 'coz I heard that would be great Maxie. Harder Max yeah. You have a great body by the way. Oh Baby yeah like that. Did I ever tell you I thought you should have worked part time as a lap dancer? Is that good for you honey? Maybe you could give me one later. God that's good huh? I'll do a strip for you. Hey do you reckon this would be better if we both listened to music while we did this?"

Max sat upright in bed screaming. "SHUT UP! SHUT UP!"

"Hey hey." Logan held her in his arms. "You were having a bad dream Max but it's okay you're here with me now and nothing will tear us apart again."

Max looked into her husbands eyes and knew that was true. She and Logan had finally got their happy ever after Disney ending.

This M/L ending is dedicated to Shywr1ter who was very helpful to me in research for this fic.

AN: Actual true storyabout me feel free to skip nothing to do with DA. In New Zealand we have fruit cake with hard almond icing as our wedding cakes traditionally. With fruit cake and hard icing unmarried women can sleep with a wrapped piece under their pillow and dream of their future husband. (common superstition)

When I was in California three years ago for my brothers wedding to his lovely Californian bride I was profoundly shocked to see her smear blue frosted cake all over his face. I felt like bursting into tears and shoving my brother back on the first Air New Zealand flight home because it was just so bloody shocking seeing it done in real life as opposed to on Amercia's funniest home videos. I have spoken to another Kiwi whose cousin married an American girl a southerner and said her family had the same gut reaction to it. It's degrading to the groom and a shocking waste of food to outsiders Americans I just wanted you to know that.