A/n: the last chapter. From a single page experiment written in a free to a 28 thousand word 34 chapter saga.

I want to extend a massive thank you to everyone who's read and reviewed this fic, you've all been great. As for those who've read and not reviewed… Since this is the last of this particular AU you're going to get for a while, maybe you'd like to leave a little message for me to let me know you liked it. Maybe that way I'll get around to writing the sequel sooner.

Epilogue III: Like That.

OC arrived at the safe house just after seven thirty, striding confidently up to knock on the door. Brin opened it just as she was about to knock again.

"Yes?" she asked suspiciously.

"I see what my boo meant about Manticore design," Cindy remarked, openly eyeing her figure. "You just got to be her sister, Brin."

"That is my name. Who are you and what do you want here?"

"Original Cindy, Max's roommate. She invited me over when I called. Where is she, still makin' out with that boy of hers?"

"Not exactly. Come and see, but be quiet." Mystified, Cindy followed Brin into the house. Not as nice as that fancy apartment he had before, she thought, glancing around at the homely décor.

They crept into the living room, where Max and Logan were still sleeping, peacefully entwined on the couch. As they watched, Max nestled closer to Logan's chest and instinctively his arms tightened around her. Cindy just stared for a moment, seeing how right they looked together. Then she remembered something and dived into her purse. She soon found the disposable camera she's been looking for and took several triumphant snaps of the couple before following Brin upstairs.

Once they were in Brin's new room, Cindy spoke.

"That was the sweetest heterosexual thing Original Cindy has ever seen. How long have they been there?"

"Not sure. I was sleeping for a while myself. But a good few hours by the look of them."

"Just proves actions speak louder than words, girl. Max has been denyin her and Logan were more than friends for months. Then when he disappeared, she thought she'd lost him for good. Scared the hell out of her. That's just what she needed to make her step to the real about how she feels about him. I'd better never hear the words 'we're not like that' from either of them ever again. Or I might just have to smack some sense into them."

"Why would Max be denying how much she cares for Logan? Even I can see they're perfect for one another."

"Because they've both got so many damn issues it was easier for them both to pretend it wasn't happening. Logan's got his chair, his work, and his screwed up family. Max has her fear of anyone getting close enough hurt her, or make her vulnerable to Manticore."

"She doesn't need to worry about Logan. He can handle himself pretty well. He even helped me get away."

"Don't tell me you got eyes for my boo's man? 'Cos you're too pretty for Original Cindy to have to smack around."

"What? No! I wouldn't do that to my own sister."

"Damn straight. Sista girls have to stick together against the three-legged gender. So since it looks like I'm not going to get one of Logan's famous dinners, you wanna raid the fridge and hang out?"

"Sure. I havn't had fun since I was recaptured."

"Then we'd better make up for it, sugar. Get ready for an Original Cindy masterclass in the girly arts."

THE END!

The sequel will be along soon. Ish. Probably. Depending on how Blitz goes.