Notes:

1) This sounds waaaay too regular ppl and not ML speak.

2) Yup, Logan definitely has a seriously Tony moment in it (you'll see where quite easily I am sure). Logan and Tony do have some overlapping areas though (or at least they do in my mind).

3) Megarabelle: Not lame and I don't think you're alone. I'm always envious of them (tend to be especially envious of Max :-P).

4) I have an innocent mind people, the thought of Logan calling out about anything aside from the nice safe topic of biking photos did not occur to me. Huh what do you think folks, Cosmo survive the Pulse or what? :-P

5) I love fluffy.

6) NO MORE CURSES!

7) I am so not to blame for when you people start hating this thing.

8) Thanks for reading (and reviewing). I hope you don't hate (yet). :-D

Entering a Sea of Many

They were still smiling and joking as the door pushed out into the harsh realities of the Seattle Post-Pulse darkening night.

She paused as his hand was already in his pocket grabbing his keys.

She turned back, bathed by the flicker of a few street lights that only had working bulbs because the cops were actually smart enough to be afraid of the dark. "We should walk."

"Walk?" He asked with a stunned smile, "It's February Max."

"Says the guy who almost joined the Polar Bear Club a few days ago."

"There's a difference between my feet being cold and all of me."

"Since when are you a wuss?" she asked a smile peaking out, breaking the serious face she was going for.

"I was just pointing out the obvious, doesn't make much sense to freeze when we don't have to."

"Yes," she said with a furthering smile and a toss of her head, "but if we take the car then you have no chance of experiencing Crash properly."

"Yea," he said changing his stance to a cockier one, "you know I've been thinking about that and I think I've deciding I'm going to pass. Vomit isn't really one of my things."

"We can skip the vomit and the piss if you experience the long walk home at the end of the night past those pissing and puking in the streets. Not to mention I somehow doubt you'll drink more than a beer or two if you've got old Betsy waiting outside."

His mouth started to open.

She shut it quickly, "Don't play coy and give me some bs about driving home." Thank god for those clean sheets.

He grinned.

"Uh huh, so now that that's settled. We need pizza and booze so get a move on," she turned on her heel.

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"OC isn't here yet," Max said scanning the place as she opened the door.

"Did you want to call her?"

"Nah, she'll catch up," Max shook her head.

"I thought the entire point of going out tonight was to hang with OC," his lips twitched up in mockery at the use of the words not meant to ever pass his lips in that form.

"That's the point of Crash, this is the point of my neglected stomach. Original Cindy said if she didn't make it here then she'd see us at Crash."

"Because of work?" he asked confused.

"Work, the old girlfriend that lived by the drop she had to make….She said she was going to stop in for a minute since she was already over there. Ask me the girl's just horny."

Logan simply gave her a look.

"Not a word," she quickly ordered him.

His lips twitched up.

She couldn't help but smile back. She'd thought Logan couldn't smile anymore than he had been in the past month, but this weekend had proven her happily wrong. Legs, great sex…she wondered if anything could top those and she had this nagging feeling she wanted to be the one who discovered it.

"So what do you want to do about food," he asked with a nod of his head.

"Eat," duh.

He laughed again, "Why do I ask these things?"

"I honestly don't know," she answered with a shake of her head, "I could have sworn you were intelligent up until this weekend."

"Yea well one of us needs both food and sleep to function properly," he countered with a teasing smile.

Damn there goes that blush again! "Yea well not like I'm responsible for either of those. I wasn't the one-"

He cut her off by taking a step closer so they were almost on top of each other in the bustling restaurant. It froze all words in her mouth. "Trust me," he said looking down at her, "you were responsible."

"We need food and beer," she ordered.

"Did I do or say anything to suggest we weren't going to have both?" he asked still looking down, the intensity of his tone starting to lighten.

Can't spend another entire night in bed with Logan, her mind ordered as her body pounded.

He smiled, quickly took a step away and headed towards the counter leaving Max standing there for a second longer, her entire body humming.

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"Are you trying to bribe my friends into liking you?" she asked as they headed out the door almost fifty minutes later with a fresh pie in Logan's hands. She'd found once they settled in across from each other with their knees touching at the cramped table that she was in no rush to share him with others and even now wished he'd slow further despite the chilly air and the rapidly cooling pizza and they'd only just started their walk.

"Do I need to bribe your friends into liking me?" he asked with a smile, not even trying to remember the last time he'd wanted something relating to his personal life to go so well.

"I think the words, 'Gotta go, Logan,' have been uttered more than once cutting a night short or turning up three hours late with only the excuse of 'Sorry, Logan,'" she nodded.

"Well then the answer is yes," he smiled.

She laughed as they fell into step together.

"Figured Original Cindy could use the pizza," he turned with a smirk, "I do occasionally pay attention when you speak."

"You occasionally pay attention to me?" she asked walking with a turned head and raised eyebrow.

"I think you might have said it over a dozen times this weekend, I've got to admit a few of them got away from me."

"I'm guessing those would be the times without the shirt on," she nodded.

He laughed.

This is not Logan….Hell this isn't me, ran through her head as she found herself totally perplexed by the situation.

"Besides Original Cindy's been there through a few rough times, I figure pizza is the least I could do."

Max nodded, "They don't make a lot of people like her."

"Oh I don't know, I think I know of at least one other," he said looking at her, "maybe it's that most people aren't given the chance. I bet you were the last person Normal expected to save his life. Maybe it's just that people don't give each other enough credit."

A flash of Logan lying in a hospital bed nearly stopped her in her tracks. Help Normal, but Logan…No no that's all over. He's okay. My whacked out blood, that Manticore technology Logan needed me for, it fixed it. He's okay. "Maybe that's safer than watching them fail you."

"Rough way to live, never trusting anyone, never depending on anyone…." He spoke in soft, slow words as they walked.

"Never needing anyone," she chimed in with. "Less scary."

A sideways glance was his response.

"You're not one to speak," she ordered. Mr. Hidden Away in his Private Lair, high above the city, safe from family, friends, anyone that could potentially blow his cover or touch him in any type of meaningful way. No, no definitely not one to speak.

He turned back, "Lonely way to live."

"You don't realize it at the time," she continued walking straight ahead.

"It's not until someone else shows you," he nodded.

"Oh crap," she froze at the top of the street.

"What?" he stopped and turned to her.

She nodded at Sketch, who was talking to another messenger, while riding around on a wheelie acting nonchalantly, "This is going to be one of those nights."

"How do you-" he smiled, a messenger doing a wheelie, not that shocking or challenging.

She turned to him with an already exhausted expression, "Just trust me on this."

"You know if you really want pizza and booze so much-" he began with a twinkle already forming in his eye.

Her head shook and she sighed, maybe there was something in the air promoting this promiscuous and potentially idiotic behavior, "Never would have pegged you as a sex fiend Logan."

"It's on the Y-chromosome," he nodded seriously at Sketchy, "along with getting dressed in under ten-minutes."

"Alone is so seriously underrated," she almost sighed as he smiled and returned on the path to, without a doubt, idiotic behavior. That was the only outcome for any of this.

Yet she was going forward and from the corner of her eye she could see she wasn't alone.

Final Note: That was a really cheesy ending wasn't it? (and no I do not mean 'ending' as in the final ending before anyone asks)