Disclaimer: I don't own DA. Never have, and never will. Author's Note: Okay, so the original CH. 11 sorta sucked and didn't turn out the way I wanted, so I rewrote it. Hope ya enjoy! *** Max sat across from Logan at the dinner table, nearly inhaling her plate of angel hair pasta. She'd decided after the first bite that Italian was her new favorite food. She looked up to see Logan chuckling quietly from across the table. His wire-frame glasses were slightly bent. He'd probably been sleeping with them on again. "What?" Max asked, confused and a little offended. "Nothing. Nevermind, Max." he said defensively, trying not to burst into laughter, "It's just that you're acting like you haven't eaten in about three years, that's all." He explained, followed by another burst of laughter. Max rolled her eyes at him and finished her meal. Around a half and hour later, they were still sitting at the dining room table, talking quietly. Suddenly, there was a long pause. What better chance to embarrass him? Max thought mischievously. "So Logan, about that kiss..." she began, trying to drag the question out as to receive the best reaction from him. Logan coughed somewhat loudly, and then proceeded to act like the question hadn't fazed him. He didn't quite succeed. "Wha-What?" he choked out confusedly. Max lifted herself from the chair and strode over to his side of the table, bending down next to his ear and whispered, "Logan, you kissed me a couple days ago, now are you going to tell me that it all meant nothing?" Max smiled slyly, staring down at him with her chocolate colored eyes. Logan felt his cheeks burning, turning red. He hoped that Max wouldn't notice. He turned and looked up at her, feeling a bit flustered and wincing a bit he looked her straight in the eye, "Yes." He's not very good at lying, Max thoughts, almost grinning. She put one perfect hand on his shoulder and felt him shiver at her touch. She moved to the other side of him, "Are you sure??" she asked him, trying as best as she could to keep the innocent act going. This was very amusing to her. He was clearly blushing and was looking up at her; his eyes seemed to be begging for her mercy. "Okay." Said Max, sitting back in her chair, acting like she was going to give up on him. Logan breathed a sigh of relief. He was safe for now. Logan leaned back in his wheelchair and felt his cheeks slowly return to their normal color. He hoped she wouldn't do that again, especially if he had been eating. He would've started choking. *** -2 Hours Later- Max sat in the small, cushioned seat in Logan's penthouse window. It was snowing. It was actually snowing. It had been pouring before, and by now she was glad to see some of the white stuff. Especially here, where it hardly ever snowed. It would probably just melt the second it hit the pavement, but at least she could enjoy it for now. Logan came wheeling himself out of, well, whatever room he had been in before now. Max had kind of zoned out watching the little, intricate white flakes drop out of the midnight sky. "Heya." She said, still staring out the window. "It's snowing." Logan said, somewhat surprised. Then he turned his gaze to Max, "What's up?" She looked a little bit worried or sad or something that he couldn't really decipher. Max shook herself out of her trance, "Oh, nothing. I just haven't really seen snow since uh, well, you know." She said absently, looking into his pale blue eyes. He didn't have his glasses on, for once. And he looked even more handsome without them. OH! Stop thinking that girl, you'll drive yourself crazy, Max gave herself a mental jolt to wake herself up. "What time is it, anyway?" she asked Logan, who seemed utterly content sitting there, staring at her. He shook his head, "Uh," searched his arms for a watch, "um, late." He tried to sound sure of himself. "You can crash here if you want. There's a guest room." He had just told her something she already knew. Max probably hated that. "Nah. I'm not real tired. What bout you?" She asked, sliding off of the window seat. "Me either. But how about we go out and enjoy this while it lasts." He smiled, pointing out the window. Max followed him out the door, not bothering to put on a coat. * They stood outside on the curb, staring into the sky. Thank god there weren't any people around or they'd be deemed insane by anyone that passed them. Max giggled happily and absent-mindedly grabbed Logan's hand. In fact, she only realized what she'd done when she saw Logan staring at their entwined fingers from his seat in the wheelchair. "Oh. Sorry." Max said randomly and released her grip on his hand. "No. It's okay..." Logan said quietly, which she obviously didn't hear, and looked at him surprised when he reached out for her hand. She finally relaxed a little, and squeezed his hand back as they walked out into the night. *** -Xandra's Apartment- Xandra's eyes fluttered open. It took her a while to realize where she was, and when she finally did, she had no desire to move whatsoever. Zack was holding her close to his chest, and she could hear his steady heartbeat and feel his chest going up and down as he breathed. He had one hand in her hair, which had dried and returned to its normal golden color, and the other caressing the small of her back. She sucked in a breath and laid her head on his chest. He smelled good. Like rain and dirt and himself. "Hey you." She heard Zack say softly into her ear. She raised her head and he kissed her lovingly on the lips. Xandra kissed him back and laid her head on his shoulder, watching him stare deeply into her eyes. She suddenly wanted to stay here with him for the rest of her life. A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, and his eyes sparkled. She'd never seen them do that. They had some kind of understanding. She knew he loved her, and he knew she loved him. And neither of them had to say anything. * There was a knock at the door to Xandra's apartment, and she jerked straight up in bed, pulling the covers around her as she stared at the door apprehensively. She heard arguing outside the door. Sounded like; "Why...go in.... friend." and then, "knock.... rude...hush!" "Hey Xandra! You in there?" came Max's voice on the other side of the door, "It's me, and uh, Logan." Xandra's eyes widened, and the both of them were up in a fraction of a second. Xandra had never gotten dressed so quickly in her life. They scrambled around quietly, grabbing random articles of clothing that were lying haphazardly across the floor. "I'll be there in a minute," she shouted, trying to cover up the sound of Zack stomping around the room trying to find and pull his clothes on. Xandra motioned towards the open window. The fire escape was right outside. "Zack!" she whispered, "Fire escape! They won't stay long, quick, out the window!" Zack, for once, did as he was told. He nearly slipped down the stairs as he exited the window, and tried not to shout in surprise when he found himself sitting in a pile of snow outside the apartment. They were five floors up; there was no way to get down all of the stairs quickly enough without breaking his neck. Besides, he wanted to stay with Xandra. "Hold on a sec!" she yelled, yanking a shirt over her head, and striding towards the door. "Took ya long enough!" Max said, giving her a look as she waltzed right into the apartment like she owned it. But Max was like that. Logan gave Xandra an apologetic look as he wheeled himself in. "So what's up? I was wonderin if ya wanted to come hang out with us tonight. It's kinda boring right about now." Max said to her, looking around the apartment, her eyes lingering on the tangled mat of sheets on Xandra's bed. She didn't seem to think too much of it. Xandra breathed a sigh of relief. "Uh, actually, I think I'm gonna stay here. Got some stuff to work on. Ya know." She lied. "Come on. You come with us, and we could come up with some crazy shit to do." Max tried to persuade her. It wasn't working. "Whoa, why's the window open? Gawd, girl, It's cold outside!" Max walked across the room to shut the window. Xandra was bolted to the floor hoping that Zack wasn't still there and maybe they wouldn't find out. But sure enough, Max stuck her head out the window, and screamed in surprise. "Max! What is it?" Logan shouted, making it across the room in record time. Oh god, I'm dead, thought Xandra, embarrassed. Max and Logan both stared in confusion. "ZACK?!" they said in unison, identical expressions of surprise on their faces. A shirtless Zack was sitting outside Xandra's window in a pile of snow. The two of them exchanged surprised and confused glances between Xandra and Zack, who was still sitting outside, for about ten minutes, but Xandra figured that they probably had deciphered the situation by now anyway. Xandra covered her forehead with a hand and laughed nervously. Max was giving her a What-The-Hell-Are-You-Kidding-Me look. Logan's expression was something along the lines of Zack!-Are-You-Out-Of-Your-Mind? Within five minutes they left out of just plain confusion and surprise, and Zack climbed back in the window. They both breathed a sigh of relief and collapsed backward, lying down on the bed, side by side. If situation wasn't hell, Xandra didn't know what was.