AN: If one person's confused most likely others are too. 61 chapters, 75,000 words, not too surprising. Look at the topics, if you've got any questions read. And if there are any other questions please ask people, I can answer a lot easier than you can find.

1) Cale's parents: None, like Max. He's actual Manticore, an X-8. Rescued by an X-5 (I think), who was killed around the same time as the Jam Pony incident. She had been traveling with people like Mole, who were doing a crappy job taking care of Cale and willingly passed him off to Logan and never looked back (I think that was chapter 3, but I'm only looking at title names). That's why Cale had a barcode like Max (28-29), genetic altering removed it.

2) Max and Alec: Logan figured out the truth about Max and Alec in 18. He however had a realization around the same time as Max's (19). She'd almost died before his eyes twice in less than a year, but she was still there. Alec, the fighting, the staying away…She was still there holding his hand looking at the flag. That's what caused the change Max realized in Logan (34).

3) Haha, no I'm not doing any R or NC-17 versions. Same problem still applies as before, getting it from my head to the screen is waaaaay too time consuming. My head doesn't work for actions, if there was some jack to plug my overactive imagination into the computer I would. My thoughts were simple on the last one though, it was just Logan continuing in a downward fashion and once more all thoughts flying out of Max's head.

X-318, I totally loved your review. Long reviews just mean there's more time to smile or laugh. I totally know what you mean about the romance v. angst and drama, I am like the cheesiest person there is, I only buy happy little chick flicks, yet all throughout a creative writing class I took I was positive my teacher would have me either put on drugs or institutionalized. It's human nature or something…Thanks for reading, oh and if it makes you feel better the living room scene caused like everyone to reply and our lives will always have deficits because dammit if the grass isn't always greener and all that crap.

Maria, okay I totally had Dream a Little Dream of Me, playing in my head as I wrote the last two parts of the story. Pretty decently similar songs, of course my song's still playing in my head like two days later.

Chapter 62

Passing

The hours passed, though not quickly or rushed. Talk and touch filled the time along with sleep. Neither slept for long, short little naps were all their brains would allow. Serious topics were avoided, not once did they mention what would come later.

She was staring out into the no longer black sky, wrapped in Logan's arms, even his leg was securely holding her to him, "Do you think we would have made it?" she asked.

"What do you mean?"

"If I made it back to the van that night." The what ifs had plagued them both, dozens upon dozens of what ifs, that they knew they could do nothing about, but it didn't make them leave.

"I'd like to think we would have. I don't know though."

"You know that whole thing with your life flashing before your eyes?"

He nodded, his chin moving along her hair.

"The bullet was coming at me, but I saw what we were supposed to have." Her life had flashed before her eyes, but that hadn't been what hurt. What hurt was how close she'd come to having it all.

"What'd you see?"

"Lydecker, Krit, Syl, Zack with us at Crash. Then we were back at the apartment, it was just us and candles…" she let out ragged breath followed by a laughed, "Probably should have figured out I was hallucinating because Zack gave us his approval."

Logan let out a low, throaty laugh behind her, his arms tightened around her.

"I wonder, I mean I know we wouldn't have Cale and I wouldn't…" she shook her head, "I still wonder though."

"I know" he nodded again; their entire lives were different because of that one single moment.

"Probably would have screwed it up." She said after some thought.

He laughed, "Probably."

She didn't say anything as he turned her towards him, but there was one thought on her mind as he sought out to comfort her, I wish we'd just get the chance to screw up.

-o-o-o-

Funny how normal they could be with the threat of it all ending, looming over their heads. They'd fallen back asleep shortly after the sunrise, only to be woken up by Cale bounding into the room and onto the bed shocking his parents into reality, causing blankets to fall and quickly be pulled back up. They followed Logan's normal routine of waking up with Cale of tickles and swinging, then realizing that unlike the previous afternoon clothing hadn't fallen by the bedside and they looked around the room before remembering their clothing was still in a heap in the bathroom. That resulted in careful maneuvering of pulling out the sheet and Max being wrapped only in the burgundy cloth as she dug through their bags, repeatedly looking back over to the bed and smiling.

Logan's arms around her looking over her shoulder as she flipped the pancakes having given her the job to see if she could actually do it now.

"Bubbles to top Logan" she laughed as she was happily trapped in his arms, "I got it."

"Just checking" he said dropped a kiss to her neck.

She resisted the urge to eat breakfast on Logan's lap, some things were too needy for even her to allow. Of course, she didn't fight it as he pulled her down as she stood to get more juice.

The hours started to slip by as they were happily ensconced in their little world. The hugs started to get longer, tighter, kisses more frequent. A dvd turned on, a timer was set. They didn't speak, except for gentle whispers of 'I love you.' A gentle shake of her head as he tried to move off of her, he stayed softly kissing her lips. "We'll be fine," he said eventually.

She nodded her head, her eyes glassy with tears she wouldn't allow to leave as she knew he was lying as their final minutes ticked off. His lips were on hers, their hands in each other's hair, their bodies pressed full into each other as the timer dinged. He lifted up and their eyes connected in a final stunned look before he rolled to the side, their bodies no longer touching.

That was it. It was over.