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"Dude, somebody has been gorging on dessert," Dick said as he and Logan spotted a room-service cart outside their suite. Each of the half a dozen plates showed remnants of cake, crème brulee, brownies, pie, or ice cream.

"I think I know who's got the sweet tooth," Logan said pointing to the sign taped on his door. A two dimensional Veronica was smiling back at him telling him to GIVE HER WHATEVER SHE WANTS TODAY. "What the hell, man?"

"Oh, the thing with Max was going down tonight. I put these up so the staff would help 'Ronnie work her pixie spy magic."

"Did you hear what happened with that?" Logan asked as he unlocked the door.

"The guy at the front desk, Jeff, sent me a text to say someone checked Max in without Mac and that he and some girl were headed to the bar. I let 'Ronnie know, but I haven't heard anymore about it. I'm sure we'll hear about it tomorrow."

"Maybe even sooner," Logan said as he walked in the suite and saw Wallace asleep on one leg of the couch and Mac asleep on the other.

Dick stopped walking as soon as he saw them. As soon as he saw her. She looked gorgeous. There had been a few times lately he had caught himself thinking Mac was cute: playing video games one night, at the Welcome Back party, at the beach in her bikini, laughing with her friends at work. The last time he was this captivated by her beauty had been That Day, but he refused to ever let himself think of That Day. It was as if he was seeing her clearly for the first time in ages. Tonight, she was wearing a slinky black and silver dress that clung to her curves. Her soft hair was curled. She even had on a little make-up. Her face looked serene despite the mascara tracks down her cheeks. The only thing distracting Dick from his silent adoration was that Mac was curiously close to Wallace; their heads rested on the same large pillow.

"Oh, hey guys," Wallace stirred as he saw the lights come on. He checked his watch. "Yep, right on schedule," he said to himself.

"You and Mac have a party?" Dick asked, a little coldly.

"You could say that. Veronica called me to come pick them up. They drank too much after Mac dumped Max. So they ate dinner and we all watched movies and had dessert. And I guess we just fell asleep." Dick smiled at this, Logan still looked a little sad.

"How'd Veronica get home?" Logan asked.

Wallace, though drunk and sleepy, still had the wherewithal to give Logan a withering look. "You're smarter than that, man. Where do you think she is?"

Logan couldn't contain himself, or the smirk that reached his face. He walked straight to his bedroom door and cracked it open. Veronica was asleep in the middle of his bed. A beautiful blue dress slung over a chair. It was like Christmas morning.

"You guys care if I crash here? I've got practice in 3 hours, so I'll be up and gone before you know it."

Wallace's voice pulled Logan away from the most beautiful thing he had seen all day. "Yeah, man. I'm glad you watched out for these two tonight. We'll get up about then too. We're still surfing, right Dick?"

"Uh…um…yeah, dude," he stammered. He was still enraptured watching Mac sleep.

"Awesome," said Wallace, turning away from Mac and the boys and getting more comfortable on the couch. To the pillow he mumbled something about not being able to leave if he wanted to.

"Dick, what are you doing?" Logan asked his friend who was now hovering over Mac.

"I'm taking her to bed," Dick said as he bent down and cradled Mac gently in his arms. This was different than the beach. Sure, she had more clothes on, but she was also peaceful. He could really look at her and see how pretty her face was, how perfect her little body was, how delicious she smelled.

"So help me, Dick," Logan said, sounding angry, "You put that girl down."

"What's your problem?" Dick whispered. Mac didn't stir in his arms.

"Just don't mess with her," Logan whispered back. " Put her down on your bed if you want, but you're sleeping out here. The last thing that girl needs is another Casablancas messing her over."

Logan's words were sharp, but off base. "I was going to let her sleep in my bed and I was coming back out to sleep on the couch, Prick. She'd probably get cold out here or get a stiff neck," said Dick.

"Fine," Logan said following him to his bedroom door. "But don't change her clothes. Don't 'get her more comfortable.' Don't touch her at all. Look, if you must, but don't touch."

Dick readjusted Mac in his arms as he freed up a hand to pull back the covers. She squirmed at this and opened her eyes. "Oh, it's you," she said pleasantly as she closed her eyes again.

Dick could not have predicted that reaction. He too, was worried she would be upset with this situation, so he tried to explain things to her calmly. "Hey Mackie, you had too much to drink, so now you're just going to sleep it off. You're at the Grand." He couldn't help but whisper, "You look really pretty tonight," as he laid her down in his bed.

He walked into the bathroom and put warm water on a cloth and brought it back to her.

"Afraid I'll get makeup on your fancy sheets," she said as he wiped her face. He traced her eyes and cheeks with the cloth softly. Dick was surprised she was this awake. Mac knew she was in his room with him and she wasn't throwing a fit.

"It's a hotel. These aren't my sheets. I don't care about that."

"It's your hotel though, so they are your sheets."

He smiled at that, but said, "Nah, I just didn't want you to remember you'd been crying when you wake up."

Mac gave a start when she heard this. Then she opened her eyes completely and gave him a penetrating look.

"That's really sweet Dick," she said sounding slightly tipsy as she reached out and mussed his hair then traced her hand from his shoulder down to his hand and patted it a couple of times. Mac lay back down and closed her eyes.

The small gesture, that look, caused an explosion of emotions. A fire went off inside of Dick's stomach. Desire. Understanding. Need. He wanted her to open her eyes and tell him what else she was thinking, to keep touching him, to look at him like that again, but he didn't want to wake her. He stared at her for another moment, then got the courage up to brush his hands through her hair and kiss her chastely. Consequences be damned.

As he leaned forward to do this, he heard Logan growl from the doorway, "Look, don't touch."

Dick froze mid-motion and looked over at his friend. Logan was standing with his arms crossed leaning on his door frame, immovable.

"Night Mackie, " Dick whispered closely to her already sleeping frame.

He walked past Logan out the door and Logan quietly shut it. As Dick rounded on his friend to give him a piece of his mind, Logan placed a piece of tape he'd been holding over the door and the frame.

"Seriously? You think I'm going to go back in there tonight?" Dick said, completely caught off guard by this action.

"I would," Logan said. Dick suddenly looked furious.

"What I mean is, if I were you I would want to. I don't want to," he clarified. "Listen, I'm a fan of this."

"A fan of what?" Dick asked, not sure what was even happening at this point.

"Of this," Logan pointed at the bedroom then at Dick. "Of you two, together."

Dick looked at him appalled. He was only beginning to realize he had feelings, non-platonic feelings, for Mac in the last 5 minutes. What did Logan know of it?

"Dude," Logan said, "It's been heading this way for a while. Remember, you were the one who told me to invite her to our Welcome Back Party. You're the one who wanted Max to fry for that night; you made me call V. You look at her all goofy all the time, even when she schooling you a Xbox. You were practically drooling over her tonight and she's not even conscious. We have a vegan menu at the Grand now, for fuck's sake. This is not as out of the blue as you think it is. And I'm a fan. And I'm president of the freakin' fan club—no matter the doghouse that puts me in with the Missus. But you leave her alone until she's sober. Until she's ready. Got me?"

Dick hated when Logan made sense. He punched him in the arm, hard. Logan punched him back in the arm; it stung.

"You'd better hope the Missus lets you get some sleep tonight. I'm going to own your ass when we hit the water tomorrow." Dick said as he walks over to the couch and plops down, putting his feet on Wallace's pillow.

"Goodnight, Dick." Logan says as he heads toward Christmas morning.