Disclaimer : I OWN NOTHING 'CEPT MY PLOT. (sob, sob, But I really want to, does that count?)

A/N: This is my first posting after the other story I've been working on won't gel in the first chapter. Hope you like it. It's set in season one at the end of Red and all feedback is welcome. Flames are good for making s'mores.


Also not happy with the title yet so it might change.

Abregaza presents

1 Cherries and Cream

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Max sat on the couch staring into the distance, not really seeing anything as Logan tended her wounds.

'They really got you good" he remarked, sounding concerned as he dabs peroxide on her shoulder. Pulling herself together she tried to blow off his concern.

'I need to get my ass kicked once in a while, Just to keep me real' Glancing at him I noticed he didn't seem real impressed with my attitude 'These guys aren't going away, Max.' Automatically my defences kicked in 'Kinda pesky like that' I could feel the bruising, it was deep, almost as deep as a bruise from my siblings but tried to disguise my worry with flippancy.

'Max' he said sounding so worried about me that I let the mask slip just a little.

'You don't have to tell me to be afraid. I'm already there.'

Finally he finished with my shoulder and began to pack up the first aid kit, Glancing at his still worried face I tried to lighten the mood 'You still owe me dinner, anything I want I think was the phrase mentioned'

'Max' he began before sighing and playing along 'That was for tomorrow night, tonight I don't know if I've got anything to feed you unless… your in the mood for a spicy lamb ragout with rice and a vegetable stir fry, followed by say a cherry tart, with whipped cream,'

Looking at him I could still see the concern in his eye but I had to keep on trying. 'I don't know… a cherry tart with whipped cream…' dropping all pretence of reluctance, 'I'll set the table'

'It'll be ready in 10 minutes' he remarked laughingly as he wheeled to the kitchen.

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As usual the meal was spectacular, the cherry tart, one of my personal favourites was delicious and the company was comfortable, Savouring the last bite I put down my fork and stretched, smiling down the table at Logan.

His eyes were lighter now, calmer and less worried as he watched me through the candlelight.

'Is it hot in here' I asked feeling suddenly restless, shaking his head he gathered up the dishes into his lap, and headed to the kitchen.

I stood and followed 'Can I give you a hand?'

'Sure you wash and I'll dry' he replied, turning the tap on and putting detergent in the sink.

With a smirk I replied 'I was thinking more like this' I said as I applauded softly, 'Anyone who can cook like that definitely deserve some applause,' Suddenly soapy water hit me in the face, sputtering I glared at him. 'Logan'

Heading to the sink I grabbed the hose and aimed it at him, he grabbed a chopping board and tried to deflect the water but he couldn't do that and wheel so he was trapped. Holding the board up to protect his face he began to yell 'Truce, Max, Truce' turning the hose I threw it back into the sink again, and smirked as he slowly lowered the chopping board.

He was dripping as he sat there, hair plastered to his head from all the water, glasses covered in spatters, a scowl on his face.

'You should see yourself' I managed to choke out before I collapsed onto the kitchen floor in laughter,

'You should have seen your face when the water hit you' he retorted before joining me in my hysterics.

Everytime we looked at each other we began to laugh again until the sink overflowed and water began streaming onto the floor.

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A couple of hours later after we finished cleaning the kitchen and changed into dry clothes we were sitting on the couch sipping wine and talking about the way Bling had raved about my baby after bringing it back from the court for me.

Finishing the last sip I placed my glass down and looked over at Logan, 'Well, I guess I'd better get home'

He watched me as I stood and headed to the door, 'Thanks for the meal and the first aid' I said stopping and turning back to glance at him before heading once more to the door.

As I placed my hand on the doorknob he yelled 'Max,' and headed back to the living room, He was transferring into his chair and looked up at me. 'You should stay, it's late, you're wounded and tired and you don't want to deal with the sector police tonight'

'I'll be fine' I said, wanting to stay, but feeling a strange hurt over his reasons.

'I'll cook you breakfast, waffles… I'll even make you lunch.' He tried to bribe me.

'No thanks, I'd rather go home' I said heading towards the door once more.

'Max… it's just, The Reds might still be on the streets and I… I want you to be safe." Once again I stopped and looked at him 'Please' and with that one word my fate was sealed.

'Okay, I'll stay, you're still making me dinner tomorrow night, I said now heading towards the spare room. 'I'm gonna crash now,'

'Night Max,' He yelled after me as he wheeled towards the computer room to begin another search on the reds before going to sleep.

'Night Logan' I yelled back smiling as I closed the guestroom door and began to get ready for bed.

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What will happen in the morning?

Is there even a point to this story?

Is anyone even reading this?

I'm not sure so I guess you guys don't know!!!!

If you think you know where I'm heading with this story please e-mail me and let me know, I'd love to know if I've been totally obvious.