Author's Note: It has been a really long time – but I'm sure you're not interested in my personal life : ) I don't know if there'll still be an audience for the rest of the story, but I always wanted to finish this. This chapter, plus one/two more, and Love Letters will be complete. I owe these characters an ending, so that's what they'll get.

"Love Letters"

Chapter 6

" Logan." Max folded one leg and sat down on Logan's side of the bed. Leaning down and shaking his shoulder, she repeated, louder this time, " Logan."

Because she couldn't help it, she cupped a cheek dusted with stubble and marked with imprints from the pillows. With a naughty grin, she gave him a peck on the lips. "Hey, wake up!"

Logan pulled up the covers and turned away from Max, still deep in slumber. There went that theory with Rapunzel…or was it Snow White…Bambi? Well, they didn't exactly have Disney at Manticore. Furrowing her brows, Max grew impatient. " Logan Cale! Wake up!"

Logan startled to consciousness. "Max, what's wrong? Are you okay?" He immediately took inventory of Max who's beautiful self appeared to be intact.

Max bit back a smile, jumping out of bed to retrieve Logan's glasses on the side table. Handing it to him, "I finished sequencing the letters, and I found something."

Logan rubbed sleep from his lids with the back of both hands before putting his glasses on. Max pulled the wheelchair close to the bed so he could easily slide in. "Thanks. What did you find?"

Max started picking up clothes off the floor. The messy look could only appeal for too long before bordering on pigsty. "There are, what appear to be, directions to a secret location written at the back of one of the letters."

Max sat crossed legged on the bed as Logan wheeled himself to the bathroom for his morning routine. Raising her voice so sound would carry through the door that was half-way shut, Max continued, "Everything was written in pencil, and erased, probably to hide where the location was…but given my special powers, as you put it. I got us an address." Max finished with a smirk.

Logan and Max circled around the park for the third time, trying to make sense of their location.

"Just park somewhere, Logan. You're giving me a headache."

Logan peered outside through the windshield, counting numbers as he passed each building. "Why don't you eat a snack or something, Max. You're getting cranky again."

Max got a candy from her pocket and popped it in her mouth. "I told you…you made a wrong turn on Wellesley St., you were supposed to turn right, not go all the way straight."

"Are you sure you wrote it down right?" Logan looked at the re-written instruction on a piece of paper that Max had given him.

Max gave Logan a you-have-got-to-be-kidding-me-look.

"Sorry."

Continuing his search, Logan was finally rewarded when he found the building that corresponded to the numbers he was searching for. "Max, we're here. This is the address. I think it's part of a university."

Looking around, Max was unbelieving, "They met here? This looks like ghost-town. So, this is what a big, fancy school looks like?" Max examined the hundred year old buildings, some of which had towers that were threatening to fall apart and land on some unfortunate student. "Don't answer that, this place is so old, it can only be a university. I mean, I don't get how the powers-that-be think that students can learn in this stuffy-looking environment…"

"Max, let's not get distracted." Logan found a vacant spot behind an old, but clean, white limousine. "Maybe, Benjamin was a student?"

Max stepped out of the car and waited for Logan to wheel himself beside her. "I guess we should go in to find out."

Max and Logan quickly discovered that their destination was a student union's office. An attractive woman with dark complexion, dreadlocks and blond highlights, and mis-matched outfit greeted them with a smile. "Yes?"

Logan tilted his head up to read the woman's nametag. "Hi, Michelle. We're looking for a student, or someone who used to work on this address – around the early 90s, late 80s."

The smile was replaced by suspicion. "Why?"

Indicating Logan, Max replied, "Because he's an idiot and gave away all his money, and now we're going through old love letters to search for someone's lost long father."

The woman burst out laughing, feeling more at ease. "Alright, if you don't want to tell me, that's fine. It's Saturday, so libraries are closed, but we've got yearbooks at the back. And albums too, some of them are labeled with names, some are not…you're welcome to flip through them."

Stepping out of her desk, and heading towards a room that resembled an eighteenth century reading room, Michelle gestured at the books that lined the walls. "There you go, knock yourselves out. You might find the year-end parties helpful; all of us come out for that one and someone is in charge of organizing mementos and such. Otherwise…" She shrugged. "Have you got a name for your mystery man?"

"Benjamin." When Logan realized that Michelle was waiting for him to continue, he added, "Just Benjamin."

"Oh boy, good luck. We close at 5."

Putting his palms together, Logan declared, "We need a system. I think we should start from 1985 and go until 1995. We need to write down the last names of all the Benjamin's that we find. We can track down their phone numbers later. You and I can split them…" Logan noticed that Max was on the other end of the room, barely listening to him. Her back was turned, and she was examining paintings on the wall.

"Max!"

" Logan..." Max turned around, her eyes shinning like she held the secret of the universe in her hand. She walked towards him slowly. "What would I get if I find this Benjamin guy?"

Logan narrowed his eyes. "What would you like?"

Max mentally flipped through things she needed. Something. Anything. Her eyes dimmed a bit, this was her chance and she couldn't think of anything to ask Logan. "How about I get a rain check? I can collect when I want something?"

Logan rolled his eyes. "You already do that, Max."

She should have been hurt, but there was truth in Logan's words. She cocked a hip, "I know, but this time, I've actually earned it legitimately."

Logan couldn't help but laugh. "Alright, what have you got?"

Max turned to point at one of the graduation portraits on the wall. Logan had to wheel closer to read the inscription at the bottom of the picture.

Benjamin Leroux

1985-1999

Student Council President

Osgood Law School

Logan saw a man whose light blue eyes and dark hair matched those of Helene's. Logan smiled up to Max, "We found him."

"Yeah, we did. We make a good team."

Logan and Max stepped out of the Student Union's office with a small folder of photocopies; school records and some random photographs that they copied for Helene. Hopefully, they could find more information about Benjamin Leroux once Logan obtained access to his computer.

Logan headed back to the car, but paused midway down the road when he realized that Max was not following him. He found her looking far away, and he followed her line of vision, landing on a group that was obviously a wedding party. The bride and groom sat on the grass, with three bride's maids wearing mint green dresses surrounding them. They were posing for a camera man who was having a hard time containing the ridiculous positions his subjects were engaging in.

Max stood for a minute watching them, not knowing how she felt about what she was witnessing. They all looked outrageous and very silly. Max shook her head, she didn't understand the concept of marriage at all. She followed Logan to the car, setting her seatbelt and getting ready for their hour drive back. For once, she didn't have very much to say.

The painful tug that had warmed around her chest intensified, and she soothed it by pressing against the feeling until it went away.

Logan saw the wistful, and confused, look in Max's eyes. He took her left hand and placed it upside on his lap, intertwining his fingers with hers and squeezing it lightly. Max looked up to him and met his eyes.

Logan brought the back of Max's hand to his lips.

They shared a smiled.