It was difficult – watching Alec sweep Max off her feet the way Logan thought he should have, not just because he'd tried to woo her exactly the way she'd wanted, but also because she'd responded to Alec's alternate courtship instead.

Logan had given her beautiful, blood red, long-stemmed roses, and Alec had given her a dozen quarts of motor oil to help her take care of her cycle. So what the motor oil was more expensive than the flowers? She wanted to be normal and normal women liked roses.

He pouted from afar on the third mission he'd asked the pair of them to do. It required their specific, special transgenic abilities, and while he waited in the car, guiding them through the base of the maze of offices, he had to listen to their constant bickering, until they'd encountered a couple of civilians, and that's when Logan was introduced to the sounds of two transgenics making out. She'd told him that Alec's quick thinking had saved their lives, but the air was heavy in the car and they'd both been blushing. Alec was speechless for the first time since he'd met the man, and through the rear view mirror, he didn't like the way the young X5 had stared at Max.

Whenever he paged Max or asked to meet up with her, she'd be at Crash. With him. Sure, usually Original Cindy and Sketchy were there, too, but he'd wanted to speak with Max alone, to see if she still held the same spark for him that he had for her. It was difficult to get a word in edgewise when her attention was so divided.

Carefully, he put together a mission for which he'd only need Max. It should have been perfect: they'd finally have some alone time. He was even ecstatic when Max agreed.

But he was sorely disappointed when she'd brought Alec along anyway. It was an omen for the mission, too, because as he waited for them to run back to the getaway vehicle he was driving, he saw the smiles on both of their faces.

Logan hadn't made Max smile like that since their twelve-hour window. And Max and Alec weren't even dancing; they were running for their lives. It put a sour taste in his mouth just to think either transgenic found running for their lives even remotely exhilarating. By the time they got to the car, the transgenics were laughing heartily.

As Alec delivered the goods Logan had requested, he'd asked if he could drop them off back at Max's; she needed something from her apartment and he could walk home from there.

Logan had done as asked, even though he had a sneaking suspicion Max didn't need anything, nor was Alec going to be walking home.

He parked a little further down her street and sat in his car, watching the window he knew belonged to her apartment, waiting for the light to go out and both trasngenics to spill out of the front door and head their separate ways.

The brownout took care of his fist concern, and he almost called out a small hallelujah, but the front entrance to the building was still vacant.

Thinking he'd just caught some movement behind her threadbare curtains, Logan pulled the binoculars from the glove box to take a better look. Adjusting the focus, Logan scoffed in surprise to see Alec's hand roughly gripping Max's hair. He pulled it harder, pulling her face away from him simultaneously. He could see how she scrambled, her arms caught up in Alec, to get away.

Except, upon further scrutiny, Logan could tell she was tearing off Alec's shirt, and hers came off seconds later, and in all the flurry, she jumped up as Alec slammed her into the window, and from so far below, Logan could see she had already lost her pants.

As Alec held her up by the thighs, already having released her hair, Max's arms were busy between them. Logan's eyes widened in disbelief. No, she's not… his mind trailed, but then Alec's pants fell to the ground and Alec lifted her up and slammed her back down onto him. With one hand firmly at her hip and the other nowhere in sight, Alec began rhythmically thrusting, and by the way her body matched his rhythm and by the way her head tilted up, Logan could tell Max was enjoying it.

He wished he could have had a chance to prove he could be better than Alec. Or, if that was what she was into, prove he could be just as animalistic. He saw how Max's bare rear end flattened against the window with Alec's thrusts.

Alas, Logan was no animal, and he'd never played rough. He looked away.