Disclaimer: PLUHEEZE, if I OWNED the characters Max and Logan, I would of gotten them "together" A bloody year ago, and if I OWNED dark angel, then I would of thought of a WAY better barrier then a virus, between our two beloved characters. So dear Mr. James Cameron, though I have had a dream about you leaving me the show, please do not sue me for writing about it.

Time Period: Logan thinks Max is Dead, and Max is, was trapped in Mantacore...err, JUST read, lol.

Rating: I seriously don't know how to rate, so far I'm going to rate it pg, there may be swears and fights, but that's about it.

A/n... yes I did dream about James Cameron, but that's another fan fic!
Oh the coincidences in this, it's bubbling OVER with dramatic, verbal, and situational irony, JUST you wait and se! Plus I have always been under the impression that Logan was only ten years older then Max

Also, the thought that goes with this story is what if Logan had left out of depression before Max got there?

Don't kill me if the first part is dull...please
K I'm done, I'm sorry

THIS IS DEDICATED TO SABRINA!, love you gurlfriend

THAT THING CALLED IRONY

"Maxie?" called Kiki from behind the door, "Maxie, are you sure you don't want me in there? I can help you when your having a seizure you know, I DID take first aid."

Max rolled over on the floor, "No Kik's, that's ok, I'm done."

"You, know, you don't have to meet him tonight sweetie. I'm sure you'll have plenty of time to meet him before the wedding..." Kiki suggested.

"No, no it's time I met the man of your dreams, the one your going to marry and..."

"...Live happily ever after with, yes I know Max." Kiki said finishing Max's famously said sentence about her love for her fiancé.

Max looked at herself in the mirror. Sweat poured from her brow, her make up was smeared, and she looked as if she had just been revived from death.

"But I do think that I will need a few minutes before we get out of here." she called to her best friend.

"Ok, Maxie, but I've only paid the babysitter for 3 hours, don't take that long to get back together."

Max washed her face and steadily applied her make-up; she then looked at her face staring back at her. She wasn't sweet 16 anymore, hell she wasn't even twenty anymore. Max thought about 6 years ago. Thinks were so different then, and yet she wouldn't give up any of it for the world, in fact in some senses she was happy to have gone back to Mantacore.

She left Seattle almost two to three months after escaping. She merely packed her things, said bye to Cindy and the gang, and got on a bus to nowhere. She ended up in Canada, somewhere near the border to the U.S. Not totally near, some city, pre pulsed it was called Vancouver. It was the single big city left on in the western part of Canada, and it was a subtle reminder everyday of Seattle.

Max finished applying the fresh coat of her make-up. She thought of what other Mantacore survivors were doing at the same time, right now, like what she was doing.

She sighed, shaking the idea from her head.

She smoothed her hair in the mirror, picked up the small purse lying on the side of the counter, and unlocked the door.

Wearing a winning smile, and a stunning outfit she turned around.

"Wow Max, are you planning on stealing my man away from me?" Kiki asked with a giggle.

"No, Kiki merely trying to be a bit showy for once, when was the last time I got out?"

"Seems like forever Maxie." Kiki sighed.

Max smiled her true smile now, and looked over at the little girl playing on the floor. She had two ragged dolls in her hands. Max thought they might be Barbie's. It didn't really matter anyways, the girl and the babysitter was having a great time playing with them.

Max walked over the little girl, "hey cheeks, promise to be good for Janis?"

The little girl looked up with her big brown eyes and smiled,

"Yes mommy."

To be continued...

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