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Summary: Max's seizures are bothering her, even worse than usual...Logan tries to help. This is one of those sappy M/L fics...forgive me; I couldn't help myself.

Spoilers: no definite episode...reference to various facts of different episodes.

Rating: PG13 just to be on the safe side...not really sure how to rate these things.

A/N: this is my first ever fic...be nice. Oh yeah...if I pilfered one of your phrases, forgive me. I'm but a lowly soul trying to survive in this crisis we call a world.

Seattle Streets.

Never to be deemed 'Sun City', Seattle's winters were the harshest on this side of the west coast. On this wet frigid evening when the sector police were most assuredly bored and in the mood for trouble, residents deemed it unwise to philander about the streets. But Max, having never considered herself 'wise' paid no attention to these warnings.

Clad in black leather, this female was cruising down the empty streets at breakneck speed. Contrary to the relaxed and carefree aura she was exuding, Max felt caged. Cabin fever coursed through her veins, courtesy of 10 days indoors. She was going mad with claustrophobia, and she desperately needed to clear her head. Too many things were happening at the same time, and she really wasn't sure how to handle it and that some things were out of her control didn't change the fact that she didn't like them. Like the fact that the blizzard had snowed in OC and her in that godforsaken apartment, or the fact that she had spent the whole time popping Tryptophan pills to try and suppress her seizures. But what irked her the most was that she missed him; the genetically enhanced wonder-woman missed a friggin ordinary. What has the world become?!

It wasn't like they were in a relationship or anything, so there was really nothing to justify these feelings she had for the guy. All she new was 10 days without seeing those cerulean blue eyes and hearing that silky baritone of his voice had reduced her to a 'Prime A bitch', to quote Original Cindy. Why am I acting like this? Max wondered. I'm not due to go into heat for at least another month. Damn you Logan! How can you do this to me from so many miles away?

Foggle Towers.

Standing at 6ft 3" with an athletic body, he towel-dried his hair as he studied his reflection in the mirror. Deciding he still had a few days left before he had to shave, he made quick work of spiking his hair and then donned a pair of drawstring shorts before exiting the bathroom. Though it was –24 degrees outside, it was pretty warm in the penthouse, and seeing no reason to go through the stress of putting on layers, he advanced to his study for a hopefully more successful attempt at work. Twenty minutes saw him staring into space once again.

Damn, he missed her. He had tried to reach her, but the lines were down because of the blizzard and checking her at work had proved futile seeing as the blizzard had caused most businesses to shut down for its duration. Some were still open, but the possibility of a messenger service being open was slim. Still, he had given it a shot. Feeling like a high school Kid with a silly crush, Logan Cale sighed, and tried to take his mind off Max and all the feelings accompanying her name by preparing dinner.

Seattle Streets.

Wind whipping through her hair, Max tried to banish all thoughts of that 6ft 3" wonder-boy that constantly haunted her consciousness. Even though she was beginning to enjoy the ride, there was a nagging feeling at the back of her mind warning her of impeding danger. Usually, Max trusted her instincts, but this was just one of those days she didn't feel like caring.

Rounding the corner, Max failed to see the broken pipe sticking out of the corner of the pavement, and at her speed by the time she noticed it, it was too late. She felt herself being thrown off the bike as it swerved sharply and skidded on the floor. Landing with a thud in the middle of the road, arm twisted, though not broken, and head throbbing from the impact, and irritated, Max tried to pick herself up and ride back home; the fall had spoiled her mood. But it seemed someone out there just wasn't ready to let her go just yet. As the tell tale tremors of the oncoming bout of seizures began, Max frantically searched her pockets for her bottle of Tryptophan. It would do no good to be caught out without them. After a few minutes of fruitless searching, she realised that she was indeed without her precious pills and several miles away from her house. Without any options, and the tremors becoming more vicious, Max raised her head and took in her surroundings. Muddy snow was all over her clothes, and she was definitely feeling the blades of the wind as they cut through her clothes and lashed at her body. Even breathing proved a painful task.

Blinking back tears that threatened to spill from the pain, Max noticed a familiar building in the distance; she laughed incredulously despite her condition- Foggle Towers was laughing at her from a few buildings away. Even subconsciously, she was drawn to the guy, and without even knowing it had been making a beeline straight for his apartment.

To the untrained eye, it would seem like the petite figure was merely shivering badly from the cold outside, but one look at her face and that pretty idea was shot to hell. Seizures wracking her frame, Max suppressed the urge to scream from the pain. Ever since her run in with the Reds, her seizures had been hitting her harder than before and she was at a loss of what to do to ease them; it scared her. The regular seizures were bad enough to deal with, but these new ones were just pure torture. Manticore had definitely not prepped her enough for the pain.

Volts of electricity coursed through her body leaving her worse for the wear, but Max managed to muster the last of her strength, and picking up her bike, headed towards the parking garage under the building, hoping Logan Cale would be at home and in possession of a bottle of Tryptophan, hot milk and possibly a warm bed.

Foggle Towers.

Dextrous fingers put a finishing touch to the chicken that was being prepared, and broad toned shoulders bobbed as their owner laughed to some joke on TV. So far, Logan was doing a very good job of keeping Max Guevara out of his mind, but occasionally he found his mind drifting back to the dark haired beauty on other side of town. He gave a harsh laugh. 10 days, and I'm behaving like this...I'm a dead man! I never even realised when she started to crawl under my skin...into my heart. With a sigh, Logan put the chicken into the oven and went into his gym. Hopefully exercise would prove a successful release for his frustration and a delightful distraction.


Body glistening with a thin sheen of sweat as toned abs did crunches Cale once again found himself thinking of his raven-haired beauty. Only this time he felt fear every time his mind conjured an image of her. Trying to dismiss the feeling that something was wrong, he reminded himself that even if anything was wrong with Max, she could very easily take care of herself. After all she was, in fact, a super human to say the least.


Max, now violently shaking from the seizures was having troubles standing upright. She was trying, but without much success to pick the lock to the apartment. I mean how easy would it be to pick a lock when you can barely hold the tools! Sheer stubbornness prevented her from knocking on the door like a normal person.

Finally the door opened, but Max was too weak to do anything but hang on to the frame. She called out to Logan through the growing fog in her brain, feeling the darkness try to overpower her. From the general direction of the gym she saw Logan emerge holding his pistol. She wanted to cal out to him again, but by now she was loosing the battle against the darkness and could barely keep her eyes open. Observing his topless state, Max managed a smirk. Who would've thought that underneath all those designer shirts the boy sported a 6-pack! With that, she promptly passed out.


Hearing his door bang open, Logan reached for his Pistol in the Cupboard and advanced into the living room. Initially he thought it was Max, but quickly dismissed the thought on the knowledge that she usually made a silent entrance; somehow she gained pleasure in seeing how high he could jump out of his skin. Undoing the safety catch and holding the gun in front of him with a steady hand, he entered the Living room. Upon taking in the sight at his front door, Logan felt as though he had been soccer punched...

The figure in front of the door was trembling violently, but other than that didn't seem to show any sign of life; fear leapt into his throat and a left a bitter taste in his mouth. Redoing the safety catch, Logan tossed the Gun on the armchair and ran to the figure that looked a lot like Max.

Upon reaching the door, his fears were confirmed as he realised that it was indeed Max at his door. Scooping her into his arms, he shut the door and carried her to his bedroom vaguely noticing how good it felt to hold her so close to him. In his room, he placed her on his bed and rushed to the bathroom to find the Liquid Tryptophan he had acquired a few days ago. He measured a dosage into a syringe and injected it into her thigh; the job proving difficult due to the endless tune her limbs seemed to be dancing to. Repeating this a few more times, he waited as the dancing turned to twitching and then gradually subsided.

Max was far from coherent, but Logan nonetheless was assured that she was alive from her steady, though weak pulse, and the gentle rise and fall of her chest as she breathed. Not knowing what else to do after stabilising her, Logan prepared himself for a long wait as he lay down beside Max. Holding her close to him, he convinced himself that he was only trying to comfort her, even though at the back of his mind he was well aware that it really was more about him being able to hold her without thought of consequence. It felt so right to have her in his arms, and after a few minutes, he too was carried off into a peaceful slumber.


The shrill sound of the oven timer brought Logan out of his peaceful snooze, and for a moment he was startled to find himself in bed with a dark- haired female snuggled closely to him. Seeing who this dark haired female was, the memory of what had happened before hit him and quickly he checked her pulse and temperature. Noting that everything was fine, he proceeded to the kitchen to calm the bawling oven.

Figuring that Max would probably be hungry when she woke up, he dished a plate for her and put it in the microwave. He wasn't hungry anymore, and besides he would much prefer to eat with Max, so he went back into the bedroom and took his former position on the bed. Max instinctively moved closer to the warm body beside her, seeking comfort from the cold, and he gladly gave it to her.

**** Several Hours Later****

Groggily, Max began take in her surrounding. Usually she woke up with a start, but this time, she seemed to be waking up slowly. The first thing she realised as she slowly came to reality was the warm feeling all around her body; she figured it was probably a comforter of some sort. Though foreign, she didn't feel threatened by it. Next, the fresh familiar scent of Sandalwood soap mingled with aftershave and hair gel reached her nostrils, and comforted her. Slowly she snuggled further into the 'comforter' and opened her eyes to visualise her surroundings, the room was familiar yet different at the same time. But as her thought process finally came to her, panic set in as she realised she was in a strange bed in an alien place.

Turning, she realised that it wasn't a comforter that was keeping her warm, but another body. Natural instinct called for her to jump out of bed and get the hell out of here, but she willed herself to move quietly. As she faced the other figure, she realised that her human comforter was in fact Logan, his eyes closed and a happy smile on his face. Not knowing whether to be irritated by the fact that she liked being in his arms or by her body's reaction to it, she realised that she was still holding him as close to herself as he was her, Max eased her grip from Logan and tried to distance herself from him, both in body and mind. It didn't help that her body felt sore and her head still had far too many cobwebs.


Feeling the lack of warmth from Max's absence, Logan opened his eyes to find her sitting up and looking, presumably, for her shoes.

"Hey, how're you feeling?" Logan asked sitting up in the bed and looking at her. "Fine." She turned around and looked into his eyes. Logan was startled at what he saw. There seemed to be a vortex of emotions in those eyes, but he had never thought he would see that caged animal look directed at him.

"Can I get you anything? Milk...Tryptophan...Food...?"

"I said I'm fine." Max replied testily. Finally locating her trainers at the far end of the room, she promptly got off the bed and started to proceed towards them. "Thanks for the help and all, but I've really got to blaze, OC would probably be worried about me, and judging by the sky I'd say I've been here for about 7hrs. I told her I'd only be out for about half an hour," she was babbling, and she knew it.

It seemed her body was a few steps behind her as she suddenly felt dizziness and a wave of nausea overcome her. Trying to push the slight discomfort to the back of her mind, she tried to take another step forward. This time, Logan was right beside her, and as her knees buckled, he was quick to steady her. His natural instinct would have been to scoop her into his arms and put her back in bed, but somehow, he knew that Max, even in her weakened state, would not appreciate the gesture.

"Relax, I already got that covered; OC knows you're here. Besides, I really don't think you're in any condition to be out again in that weather." He said, glancing pointedly and the falling snow outside.

Suddenly feeling a surge of anger, she snapped, "Who the hell do you think you are to tell me what I can or can't do? Last time I checked, I could still kick your ass, seizure or no seizure." Max knew her anger wasn't justified, but she still couldn't help the feeling. It wasn't everyday she passed out from a seizure and woke up to find herself curled up to a man and clinging to him as though her very life depended on it.

"Max, I'm not questioning your ability," Logan began soothingly, trying not to ruffle her feathers. He was well aware that he was treading on dangerous ground, especially were Max was concerned. "I just don't think it's wise that you go out in the cold again, especially so soon after you just had a seizure. "

Encouraged by her silence, Logan continued, "This is the worst I've ever seen your seizures get, and I've never seen you pass out before. I had to give you three times the standard dose of Liquid Tryptophan just to drop their intensity." Glancing at the red splotch on her skin, Max absently rubbed her thigh, which was still throbbing.

Not sure what else to say, he took a last leap, "At the very least, have dinner with me; Poulet chez Cale," he said giving her that heart-stopping boyish smile of his that had melted many a woman's heart.

Never being one to refuse food, especially one being cooked by Logan Cale, Max nodded. The guy did have a point though, this seizure had hit her really bad and she actually wasn't sure she'd have made it back home in one piece had she stubbornly decided to leave. Swallowing her pride, Max trailed Logan into the kitchen and taking her usual spot on the counter, proceeded to watch him reheat the food.

Collecting her plate from him as he handed it to her, she waited for him to finish heating up his plate and then followed him to the dining table. Making light conversation as they ate, they avoided the topic of Max seizures. Logan had seemed to have given her an out and Max gladly accepted it.

After their late dinner, they both moved to the living room and sat in front of the fire. Max was sitting on the opposite end of the plush leather couch with a warm cup of milk cradled in her hands, while Logan was idly flipping through a pre-pulse car mag. The silence, occasionally broken by the crackling fire, was companionable and neither wanted to break it...for now.


"Logan...?" Max began hesitantly, setting her half empty mug on the coffee table. Seeing no response, she called him again. "Logan...?"

"Yes, Maxie...?" the word came out of his mouth before he could stop it. It wasn't so much a pet name as it was an endearment, but he wasn't sure how she would take it. Nonetheless, he looked at her expectantly; she had caught him unawares and he had blurted it out. His stubbornness would not allow him to take it back.

"I... I...I just wanted to say...thank you. I know I'm not one of the easiest people to deal with, and I really appreciate your help. Liquid Tryp ain't exactly easy to come by these days." Max was a little stunned at the name Logan had called her. There was nothing wrong with it, but what surprised her, was that she had no problem with level of intimacy it conjured. In fact...she liked it.

"Its okay; I like having you here, and it ain't as if a lil' batch of Liquid Tryp is gonna break my bank." He earned himself a small smile, courtesy of Max. "As for your...er... difficulty...I'd say that that's probably your most endearing quality. I mean, what's the fun in having an easy patient?" he finished of with a grin, chuckling slightly.

"I'm serious Logan," Max said quietly, smiling wryly. "It not everyday I meet a guy who's willing to put up with me and my freak show life." Blushing prettily, she continued, "I guess I just wanted to let you know I appreciate it...oh yeah...erm...sorry about the whole kicking your ass comment. Its not everyday you pass out on the floor and wake up in a strange bed. I guess I was kinda startled."

"I do believe you're blushing Miss Guevara." Logan said a sly grin on his face. She cracked a small smile, but her mood didn't seem to change. Logan sighed. "Max..." He began, taking hold of her hand, "really, its okay. I already told you, I don't care." Shrugging nonchalantly, he continued, "Besides, I figured you were just pissy because you were kinda embarrassed, though for the life of me I didn't know why. Either way, I didn't take it to heart. You've got to remember something Max, everyone has their moment of weakness; it doesn't change who you are. I can only be there for you if you let me," His unwavering gaze was intense, and for a moment Max found herself drowning in the swirling blue depths.

Suddenly, she looked away. She really couldn't take it. Laughing nervously, she turned back to him, "You know, if you were any other guy, I'll probably have kicked your ass by now for that mushy speech."

Smirking, he replied, "Well then, I guess I should take that as a compliment."

"Yeah...I guess so." Sighing, she moved closer to him and put her head on his shoulder. Logan pulled Max closer to him and settled her on his lap, wrapping his arms around her. Contentedly, Max burrowed closer to Logan, resting her head in the crook of his shoulder, and stared out into the fire. "I never thought I'd say this, but...I...I missed you."

Logan looked down at the woman in his arms and smiled. Leaning over, he gave her a soft kiss on the forehead and one again on the mouth. "Yeah, I guess it does come as a bit of a surprise, Max... I missed you too."

With that little confession made on both their parts, they settled back and stared at the fire, a small smile gracing their features as they contemplated the ways this new revelation had weirded the boundaries of their already complicated relationship.


A/N: please review, this is my first ever fic, and I'm kinda nervous. Give me an idea as to what you like or don't like. I don't think there'll be a sequel, but reviews can give me an idea as to what to write for other fics.