Yea just wanna thank the person who wants Max and Alec together for pointing out the fact that I never said it was Alec who came and hugged Max, just kinda slipped past me, for those who didn't read the changed versionI'm sure you figured that out. Yea as for all the basic stuff, if I actually managed to only write in one tense, be amazed, my creative writing teacher is probably dying from shock as we speak, don't expect it to happen again, I love switching tenses a dozen times in a single page. I switched schools in middle school and those are the skills I missed learning that and the Civil War. Luckily only one of these things is an issue in story writing...Hope you guys enjoy. Thanks for reading and always thanks for replying.

Chapter Two

The Air Stands Still

Max Voiceover-

4 days later:

"Hey Logan's coming in" Alec said strolling up, "Bringing some stragglers too."

I'm not surprised by this, our recent media coverage has attracted more people here, why I don't really know, but it has. Personally I'm pretty amazed almost everyone stayed, I would have been long gone, even after the speech I gave.

"How many?" I ask, knowing that even one would try our already taxed resources. We've got somewhere around 300 people here, a handful come and a handful go everyday. We're smart, a hell of a lot smarter than the cops and National Guard covering us. We've been able to get in and out, despite their best intentions of keeping us in. Logan will take the sewers, they've proven to be the safest and easiest of the routes, of course they're also the longest and the smelliest.

" Logan didn't say. Should be here soon. Guess we'll find out then." Alec says as he walks away.

I go back to my business at hand, groaning as I go over the list someone handed to me for the supplies we'd need to keep us functioning for another week. We don't have the resources to get all the supplies. I have no idea how to procure this stuff, I have no idea even if we were able to locate someone who could get it to us, how to get it in here. Sure we've got your mutants made for this, but how fast are they going to be carrying all this shit and running from the cops?

I groan once more and lean over the paper and onto the waiting table.

"Hey newcomers" Someone calls out and I look up, knowing Logan will be with them. My one bright spot in the day. He'll smile as he walks in, that smile that's only for me, me even though he thinks I'm with Alec. It's wrong to still be happy about that, but I am. He, OC and Sketch left only yesterday with a few X-5's. They took so long to leave because he'd been setting up our com system so they couldn't hear us and they couldn't be able to knock it out like they did our last. Nice to have a hacker boyfriend. I groan, then quickly look around hope others didn't see or hear me groan, it would just be nice to have a boyfriend again.

My mind continues to wander as I wonder if it's my imagination or if the air actually stills when he walks into a room, he has this weird stride, it's confident and purposeful all while being cocky and relaxed, he moves with this beautiful ease when he's on his own two feet. I always wondered what it would be like to dance with him, to dance with him without the exo, which while it made him walk, it wasn't his walk.

There he is…Walking into my view.

Black cap to hide from the pigs, black windbreaker still glistening in spots from the rain and whatever dripped on him in the sewer and light blue jeans. His arm isn't in his sleeve though. Was he hurt? I start to stand as he shrugs the jacket off from his shoulder and I realize that clutching his black ribbed shirt is a small child, a baby really, maybe a year, year and a half covered by a towel, his hair a light blonde. Logan grabs the cuff of his other sleeve with the hand he is using to carry to child and his ease is remarkable, it looked like he'd been doing it for years. He throws it onto a folding chair, on which it half lands then drops his head to kiss the baby's head.

His eyes don't immediately scan for me; he kinda tickles the baby's chin and talks to him before he even looks around the room. I start walking to him before he even looks for me. I realize with growing dread that his heart is no longer mine.