-1Home

Logan Hayes was going home. Whoever would have thought home would be a place he'd never been before. He shifted uncomfortably in the backseat of the cab, and watched as lake Michigan whizzed by in a blue gray blur. He closed his eyes, and stifled a sigh.

"What are you doing here?" He asked her as he exited Sonny's private office and came into the coffee shop. He wished that she wouldn't come here. The café was a legitimate business, but the other meetings that went on in the office a few feet away…

"I wanted a latte." She told him smiling as she stood up and moved into his arms.

He smiled and held her closer. "You don't like Sonnybucks coffee." He reminded her, using the name she'd taken to calling Sonny's café.

"The stuff at Kelly's is just as good and a heck of a lot cheaper." She agreed, and pulled away from enough to give him a quick kiss. "I do like seeing you though, you free?" She asked.

"What did you have in mind?" He asked, as he picked up the untouched latte from her table and took a drink.

"Not much. I was thinking you, me, and a bed." She told him quietly.

"I suddenly have all the free time in the world."

"Really?" She wrapped her arms around his neck. "Funny how that works out."

"Georgie, I…" Movement behind her caught his attention. Instinct caused him to throw her to the ground and cover her body with his as chaos filled the small café. All around him he could hear people screaming, guns firing, glass breaking. He reached for his own gun to return the fire.

As quickly as it had started it ended. He looked around at the destruction and then quickly down at Georgie. "Georgie." He touched her face gently. She didn't respond. "Georgie!" he repeated her name, shaking her a little.

Her eyes fluttered open, everything was hazy, she couldn't focus. "Logan." She whispered.

"I'm right here, baby." He took her hand in his and squeezed. "Are you ok?"

She closed her eyes. "Hurts. My back."

He slipped his hand gently underneath her. He felt his stomach roll when his hand became warm with her blood. Almost fainted when he pulled his hand back and saw it covered with her blood. "I need some help over here." He managed to yell.

"Kid, we're here." The cabbie's accented voice shook him from his reverie.

"What?" He asked dazed as he tried to blink away his memories.

"4700 Marine, we're here." He repeated.

"Thanks." He paid his fare, collected his duffel bag, and exited the taxi. He looked up at Georgie's building, and let out a deep sigh, before charming a little old lady into letting him upstairs without having to be buzzed in.

He stood outside her door plagued by doubt for what seemed like an eternity before he finally knocked.

"Hold on!" She called out on the second knock as she made her way to the door. She pulled it open. "Logan." She whispered stunned. It had been six months since she'd been in Port Charles for the Christening.

He closed his eyes. His name had never sounded as good as when it came from her lips. He opened his eyes and met her gaze. "I want to come home." He whispered.

She looked at him confusion marring her face, but she stepped back and let him into the apartment anyway. "I…." She cut off unsure of what to say.

"Home is wherever you are. Here, Port Charles, Alaska. I want to come home." He repeated desperately. He needed her. Needed her to say something, give him some indication. "I love you, Georgie Jones. I love you, and I have tried living without you, and it sucks." He dropped his duffel bag on a chair.

"Why are you here now?" She was still having a hard time believing that he was really standing in front of her.

"Because I can't live without you anymore. And I know that its selfish. I should have held on to you instead of pushing you away, and there are so many times before now that I should have come after you, I should have come back here with you a couple of months ago…" He trailed off. He wanted to take her in his arms, and hold her, and never let her go.

"What happened to you always being a con man and a thief? What happened to their always being people who would hurt me, no matter who you worked for?" She asked cautiously.

He sighed, and took a couple of steps closer to her. "I want to be the kind of man who deserves you."

She wanted to tell him that he'd always deserved her. "What if the lure of your old life is too strong?"

"It won't be, because I know if I go back I could lose you again. And I can't go through that again."

"I can't either." She told him shaking her head, tears finally starting to fall from her brown eyes.

He couldn't take it any longer. He crossed the rest of the distance between them and pulled her into his arms, crushing her up against him. He buried his face in her hair. "I love you." He whispered. "I promise I'm going to spend the rest of my life showing you, and making up for all the wrong things I've done that have hurt you." He pulled away, and cupped her face gently in his hands, so that he could look into her eyes. "Please give me a chance to make us right."

"Since I've met you, all that I have ever wanted is to love you and be loved by you, and for us to be together."

"I know." He agreed. "I felt the same way, and it scared the hell out of me. I need you like I've never needed anything else."

"I need you too. I need you to make me feel alive, and whole, and loved, and safe. For everything." She added in a whisper.

He found her mouth with his, and kissed her, like he was trying to tell her everything he was thinking and feeling with one kiss. His kisses got more and more insistent and intense, and his hands kept trying to bring her closer to him. "I love you." He wasn't sure he could ever tell her that enough.

She pulled back from him slightly. "Logan?"

"What?" He asked in between the kisses he was placing along her jaw line.

She turned her head to capture his lips. "Welcome home." She whispered when the kiss had ended.