Title: Leather and the Lab coat

Name: Joy

Email: [email protected]

Rating: R

Max and Logan reviewed a list of names of possible doctors in Tokyo that could be the doctor Dr. Vertes referred to before her death as being familiar with research. Their argument impaired the sound of someone entering the penthouse. "Logan…" as female voice called from the doorway. Logan rolled to see if his suspicions were correct as to whom the owner of the syrupy voice belonged.

Before him stood the vision he had expected but hadn't wanted- 5' 6, size 5, strawberry blonde. The straight long hair emerged from the cap she wore as it was tossed to the side. "I heard you needed some spice in your life," the woman spoke, shifting her hips in the tight leather pants she wore. She threw her leather jacket to the side and it landed on a near by chair. Her top left nothing to the imagination, more a leather bustier then anything else. In a few swift steps she had managed to straddle Logan's lap. His mouth hung open as she said, "I've come to help in that department… and a few others." With that, one of her hands found its way to behind his head pulling him close and kissing him hard, while the other wound down his chest and caressed between his legs.

His shock gave way to a low groan. Max came looking around the corner as the woman had attacked Logan's mouth. Suddenly he pushed her way. "At least we know it still works!" the red head said. He shot her an annoyed look before noticing Max's presence. "I guess I was misinformed about the spice." She stood and walked towards Max circling her a few times. "Nice job, Cale. You found a better version- She's stronger… smaller in some places and bigger in others."

"Hey! Don't talk about Max- one like she's not standing in front of you and two as if she were a piece of meat. Do it again and the open invite you have will be rescinded! Got it?" Logan shouted. Max's glare flew to his angered face. He had just come to her defense in an unusual way.

"I'm sorry. Not into the 'flavor of the week' option to life anymore. I'm on board… I'll deposit my stuff in the guestroom. I'll even change," The strange intruder grabbed her bag and headed to her quarters for her stay.

Max finally spoke, "Who… or…What the hell was that?"

"That is Dylan."

"Again I say, 'What the hell was that'?"

"I don't feel like getting into it…"

Max leaned down to look Logan in the face. "Old girlfriend… Why didn't you let her play?" Max asked trying to keep up the appearance that it didn't bother her that another woman had kissed him.

He whispered gently, "Because of this." He looked into her eyes, then kissed her lips for a moment. "I have no interest in sleeping with her when kissing you is so much more exciting." Max just stared at him a moment, unable to think of anything to say. Logan seemed content to let it stand there for the moment. "I'm sorry for the way she spoke to you… about you," he said changing the subject.

Max gave him a quizzical look. "It's fine. I've heard worse."

"Yeah, but not in my house. Never in my house," he said with determination.

"Piece of advise, Logan- any time you think to associate me with the words 'genetically enhanced,' remember that's worse then treating me like a piece of meat."

He sat in silence as Dylan arrived in the computer room. She had her hair tied back in a ponytail, wore a T-shirt and jeans, and carried a small bag. "Sorry about before- I just needed to make sure the fire of hell could still be roused in this man's soul, otherwise there's really no point in my visit then to be a pain in the ass," she said.

"What are you talking about?" Logan asked her.

She produced a small machine with electrodes attached to it. "Guess who called me?"

"Bling…" Max piped up.

"No… Bling wasn't part of our little group of over taught kids. Sebastian called you," Logan said after a minute.

"Bingo! So let's move to wherever you do you're exercises."

"You're a doctor?" Max asked as they moved.

"Yes and No. I am but mainly I create devises to help people with disabilities function better. I created the devises Sebastian uses to communicate. Logan worked with the software to get it to function at its best… One of our best collaborations," she said looking at him wistfully.

"Bobby, what's the box?" Logan asked.

"Why did you call her that? I thought your name was Dylan?"

"My name is Dylan. My father named me after Bob Dylan, the sixties folksinger. So Bobby is a nickname, very few people are allowed the privilege… The box, junior," she said, sticking her tongue out at Logan, and then snapping it back, "Will hopefully help you walk again. Now lets see those sexy legs."

"Please stop. I have enough trouble dealing when its just one of you lording over me; but since you're both here, I'm begging you each to be on your best behavior." Dylan & Max just looked at each and laughed. Logan pulled up his pants legs to the knees.

"This is just a test," she said, applying the last electrode to his skin. "Eventually, I'll need to see all your charts and such, OK?" Dylan said, flicking a switch on the box.

"Agh… That hurt," Logan yelped. "Wait that's a good thing!"

"Logan, close your eyes. Max, touch his leg. Lets see if he can tell us where you're touching." Logan shut his eyes as Max decided to push one finger into the bundle of muscle behind his left leg.

He squinted and said, "I feel some sort of pressure on my left leg, I think."

"OK, keep you eyes shut and we'll do it again." This time both Dylan and Max pushed on a section of muscle on each leg.

"I know this can't be right, but it feels like there is pressure on both legs," he said with a wrinkled brow.

"Good. That's exactly what I wanted to hear. I think I have a short term and potentially a long-term solution to your paralysis…" she said removing the electrodes from his skin. Logan grabbed Max's hand in excitement and fear. "I'm going to need to review your medical files."

"That's fine. They're in the computer room," Logan said getting into his chair. "You'll probably need to speak to my PT too. He'll be by tomorrow morning."

"It can wait until morning… though, I need to work off some energy… I was hoping to get laid, but, oh well," she said strutting over to the guestroom. "See ya in the morning."

Max looked at Logan in disbelief, "You dated her?"

"Sort of…"

"What does 'sort of' mean?"

Dylan reemerged from her room having changed back into her leather garb, "I promise to get enough sleep tonight to be ready to work tomorrow. See ya!" She glided out the door with the same hip sway she walked in with.

"As you can see Dylan has two modes- Inventor and Sexpot. I call her Leather and the Lab coat. Lets just say trying to manage both sides was… difficult."

Max got a wicked smile on her face, "Which side did you… manage first?"

"You're not going to let this die are you?"

"Nope!"

"I was a one night stand that didn't let her go. She liked having me around because she felt I fulfilled both sides of her appetites pretty well. We did a six-month stint and then she took off in the middle of the night… She returned two months later to apologize via my computer. After that we've been just business associates. This isn't her first attempt to get me back in her bed. She calls me 'the one that got away,' to which I then remind her it was she who took off. Is that enough of an explanation?" Logan asked simply.

"Sorry… But it sounds like she thinks she can help."

"I don't doubt it. She has your type of smarts when it comes to human body," he said looking at his legs.

With a wicked grin she said, "So does that mean I'm good with the human body as well?"

Logan met her gaze for a moment before swallowing. "I'd say so. At least mine." He raised his eyebrow in challenge.

"What can I do for your body?" she asked seductively, wondering how long the games would continue.

"Oh, I'm sure I can think of a few things," he teased back.

"Now, are you all hot and bothered because she sat on your lap or because I'm here?" Max asked to clarify.

Logan grabbed at Max's waist and pulled him into his lap, "Believe me, any reaction toward Dylan was purely reflex."

"So I'm the cause of that hard lump in your pants?" she purred and looked him in the eye. The games were moving along quickly, past where she thought they would.

"Oh, yeah," he groaned before kissing her. After a few minutes of making out in his chair Logan stopped abruptly. "I'm sorry. As much as I want this, I want you to stay with me. I can't handle you leaving me in the middle of the night."

Max's eyes shone with disappointment but understanding as well. "I'll be back in the morning to see how Dr. Dylan thinks this will all work."

She kissed him lightly before getting up. As she left, Logan surveyed his apartment and considered the new possibilities in his path.

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