A/N: Hello all! Here's a small peek into what I think happened between Logan and Max after the bar scene in "Haven" when they had a small skirmish with BC and his cronies. That's such a good scene. Enjoy!


Max watched with concern as Logan turned away, rounded the pool table and headed for the door of the bar. "Dammit," she thought. Max knew he was set on getting out of there as soon as possible, and she knew he wasn't fine even though he said he was. He was frustrated and probably embarrassed because of what happened, and Max wished she could kick the asses of the three men all over again just for the fun of it. She and Logan didn't even get to finish their game. Max took a quick glance around at the patrons seated in the booths and at the bar, all staring at her in disbelief, and down at the floor at an unconscious BC, and the two other men writhing around in pain. Sage was nowhere to be seen, and Max dropped her head and stalked out. She couldn't risk the questions that would inevitably be asked about how she dropped three grown men without much effort.

Exiting the building she saw Logan already in the Aztek, getting ready to close the driver's side door. She walked toward the car.

"You coming?" Logan asked without even looking up, his tone flat. He started the car and the headlights came on, illuminating Max standing at the front of the vehicle.

She went to the passenger's side door and got in.

The silence as Logan shifted into reverse and headed toward the cabin was deafening.

When she could stand it no more, Max finally spoke.

"I'm sorry…" She turned to him.

"For what? You didn't do anything." Logan stared straight ahead at the road.

Max's internal voice answered first. For arguing with you earlier, for not telling those jerks to shove it when I heard the cat calls, for about a thousand other things, too.

"Those dirt bags were just that….dirt bags." Max watched for his reaction but he didn't give one. She knew he was internalizing it, like he always did.

"Yeah." He glanced at her quickly, then again concentrated on the road.

"And thanks….for sticking up for me." Max said quietly.

"Lot of good that did, huh?" he said dryly.

"But you did…," her voice was soft.

Logan shook his head, almost unnoticeable, and sighed.

They drove out of town a ways in silence, then he made the turn to get back to the cabin. Soon, they were pulling up out front. Max was out of the car as soon as it stopped, knowing that Logan probably needed a moment to himself. She knew his pride had taken a blow.

"I'll start a fire." She called over her shoulder as she went around the side of the house to the kitchen entrance.

Inside the cabin, she threw off her jacket and laid it on the back of a kitchen chair, then steadied herself on the table as another wave of a tremor coursed through her body. She needed another dose of tryptophan and another large glass of milk. Pushing past it, she began to gather a few logs and brought them to the fireplace.

Max was lighting a fire in the living room when the kitchen door swung open and Logan came in.

Attempting to salvage what was left of their first night, Max had a suggestion. "You feel like having s'mores?" She asked as she poked the logs in the fireplace.

"Not tonight, Max. I'm just going to turn in." Logan ran a hand down the back of his neck.

Max stood up and ascended the two steps into the kitchen. "You sure? I picked some great sticks earlier…and we do have that entire bag of marshmallows and chocolate…"

"I'm sure." He said with a nod and turned and pushed down the hallway.

"Ok," she paused. "Good night." Max called as she watched him turn into the bedroom and close the door behind him.

She went back to the living room and sunk down onto the couch. It was going to have to be a s'mores party for one.