Disclaimer: The TV show "Dark Angel," its creators, parent companies and affiliates, do not in any way, shape, or form belong to me. The only thing that I claim is my work.

A/N: Okay, thing is, I'm just fishing for plots at this point. Seriously, "Harsh Truths" is a tough act to follow. That's why I'm making this a "M/L versus the world" fiction. Sorry.

Setting: Max & Original Cindy's Crib; 7:00 am

"Ugh," Cindy moaned as she peeled her face off of her sheets. "Original Cindy is hung over." She stumbled out of her room and into the bathroom, where she proceeded to "purge" her system of the alcohol. Then she staggered, still groggy from her alcohol-induced slumber, down the hall towards the kitchen. She grabbed Max's door frame to steady herself, at which point she noticed her roommate's absence.

Huh, thought Original Cindy, Where's Max? She can't already be at work. No one in their right mind tries to be the first one to see Normal in the morning. She was here when I left, brooding over Rollerboy. Maybe she's over there.

Original Cindy made herself a cup of coffee and paged Max, hoping that there was nothing to worry about. Wondering what the problem between Logan and Max was this time. Wondered if it had been resolved. Wondered if the two had not only reconciled, but "made up." Wondered if she had to kill Logan for hurting her Boo. But mostly, she just wondered "Where in the hell is Max?"

Cut to:

Fogle Towers 7:00 am

Max let out a sleepy "mm" and snuggled in closer to Logan, who she was using as a pillow. Then her eyes blinked open and she looked up at his face to see him staring at the ceiling, lost in thought. She pulled herself up to straddle his stomach, leaning forward so that her face was directly above his, blocking his view of the ceiling, forcing him to break his trance. He started in surprise at seeing her face suddenly appear over him. Then he relaxed, a lazy smile creeping over his face as he drank in the sight of her; rumpled curls and sleepy eyes.

"Mm, Morning," he greeted her. He took in a deep breath and wrapped his arms around her. Leaning in, she placed a slow, chaste kiss on his lips in response. When she pulled back, there was a evil glint in her eyes. She hopped up off of him, taking the sheet with her. She kicked his wheelchair closer to the bed with one foot while fastening the bed sheet around herself.

"Feed me." She ordered in response to the confused expression on his face. He laughed, amused as she flounced out of the room, collecting the few articles of clothing that had managed to stay on long enough to make it to the bedroom the night before.

With a happy sigh, Logan dragged himself into his chair. He grabbed a pair of boxers and cotton tee and pulled them on before wheeling after her.

A/N: See, told you I'd write it.

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