AN: Ugh, I just hate this chapter...It doesn't like me and I don't like it….Warning you in advance. Haha, okay besides from that thanks for reading...I hope this at least clears up any confusion I caused in the last chapter.

Chapter 48

Random Moments in Time

2 weeks later (Max's):

"So uh, Logan found a doctor." Max said casually as she and Original Cindy ate breakfast.

Original Cindy frowned, "What's wrong with him? Are his legs going again?"

Max shook her head; his legs were an odd subject all on their own. Every time his foot or leg would fall asleep they'd both just stare at it and wonder if it was the beginning of the end.

Original Cindy's mouth dropped, "Max, you don't mean a…"

Max nodded.

"Have you seen him? What did he say?"

"How do you know it's a he?" Max said trying to distract her friend.

"He, she, it I don't care, when do you see him?"

"Saw him last week, when he arrived in Terminal City. He's been at it for 9 days. Nothing so far." She wasn't surprised by that, the one thing they knew was this virus was adaptive.

"Hold up boo" Original Cindy raised a hand, "How long have you known about this guy?"

"13 days" Max said trying not to look guilty for not telling her friend earlier.

"And I'm just hearing about it now? Any why the hell were you suckin face with that nasty ol' Jeff guy last night?"

Max looked at her best friend in shock, five minutes ago OC had been oohin and ahhin over the guy, telling Max how much she liked him. "It was a good night kiss," she finally said with a shake of her head.

"Boo, you can hold off your carnal urges until this cure is complete."

Her carnal what? "You've got to be kidding me" she muttered shaking her head. She took a deep breath before she went off on her friend, who had forced her into dating in the first place. "Logan and I have decided to go about our normal lives."

Original Cindy gave a disbelieving look before shaking her head, "That's a recipe for destruction boo, trust your girl on this one."

"It's a recipe for how not to get my heart broken if this doesn't work."

"It'll work." Cindy said adamantly.

"You develop psychic powers I wasn't aware of?"

"How many times have I told you this virus bitch'll go down?"

"How many guys did you tell me to kiss to get over Logan?"

Original Cindy tilted her head, "Okay well that year thing Sug' it really wasn't looking good for ya'll. So how long until this guy comes up with something?"

"No idea, he might not come up with anything."

"Positive thoughts girl…Just think about it, you, Logan and Cale all around the Christmas tree." Original Cindy looked off into space picturing the happy family.

"That or visiting you in the pysch ward."

She came back down and glared at her friend.

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2 weeks later (Sandeman's):

She lay back on the couch with her head titled to the side watching them play. Logan was building a skyscraper out of Lincoln Logs, trying to save it from the destruction of the bulldozer their son was pushing around.

"Trying to recreate your old place?"

He laughed looking down at his building, "Did I tell you I got an offer on it?"

"Really?" she sat up, "Are you taking it?"

He shrugged, "It's a good price, I probably won't get more, buyers are rare enough."

"But it's your apartment." The memories she had of that place...

"It's just a place." He shrugged his shoulders; it would be easier keeping the truth about Cale out in a new environment, where neighbors weren't a risk for sharing that Max had certainly never been pregnant.

"So you're just gonna stay here?" She knew Logan had managed to procure the deed a while ago, so no one would ever have a reason to come knocking at the door.

He turned and looked at her, "Josh doesn't want it, doesn't make sense to just walk away."

"So bye bye penthouse view?"

He smiled, "You don't like being able to look over and see the washer and dryer in the neighbors lawn?"

"Just a little hard to imagine that you're okay with it." She gave a small smile.

"Contrary to popular belief I'm not a snob."

"You said it," she smiled brighter, "not me."

"I like this place." He looked around the room, he would definitely be bringing over some of his furniture, but this place had become home. The tumbling logs caused him to turn back around, "Cale" he cried/laughed over the destruction of his building.

She and their son both laughed over the destruction and Logan, "Yea so I'm thinking he's gonna be more in the demolition field of construction."

Logan smiled up at her, knowing she was throwing his lofty plans for their son in his face; he'd had visions of Cale rebuilding Seattle when he'd first started with the logs until he realized he was only building them so he could knock them down.

"That reminds me did you tell Alec to stop trying to turn him into a prodigy?" She asked, Logan had told Max of Alec's attempts at trying to teach the toddler how the play the piano that resided in the living room.

"Alec learned the hard way, Cale only like bashing the keys."

"Thank god, the last thing we need is a little Mozart on our hands."

"You know Max," Logan said looking down at their son, who was still running his bulldozer over the logs and shoving them to the side, "I don't think we need to worry about that right now." He chuckled.

She nodded in agreement, his skill level might be slightly advanced at this point, but he was about as normal as a 21 month old could be.