From Darkness to Light V: Dreams Comin' True

Logan stretched as he slowly woke up. He knew that Max would be gone in the morning. She often was. Her body required so little rest and it was hard for her to just lie and watch him sleep. He was sure that she wanted to check on Original Cindy. It had been a hard night for all of them.

Resting his head against the pillows, he considered the day ahead of him. He wanted to do some more investigation into the Reds that Max had encountered the night before. He was worried that they might reappear. It was always better to know what you might be up against.

He rolled over on his side and looked out the window. He could lie there all morning if he just didn't have to pee so badly.

Flopping on his back, Logan considered that revelation. He had to pee. Now. He could tell that he had to pee.

He quickly pulled the sheets back, and then pushed himself up in the bed so he could see his legs. There was a twitch, then movement in his right toe. He slowly pointed his foot toward the end of the bed. He tensed the muscle in his calf. It was a small movement, but definitely perceptible. He repeated the tests with his left leg with similar results.

He would have spent longer on it, but he really had to pee.

Logan slid into his wheelchair and headed for the bathroom. He transferred from the chair to the stool, stopping for a moment to look at the supply of catheters he usually used in the morning. This might be the first of many mornings when he no longer had to worry about sterile procedures, about getting all the urine out, let alone the unpleasantness of urinary tract infections. He slid his hand down and smiled as he watched the fluid empty from his body. The only thing better would have been to stand over a urinal at a ball field.

Logan heard the front door open. Bling was so reliable; you could almost set a watch by his schedule.

"In here," he called from the bedroom. He had pulled a t-shirt on over his shorts. He usually wore running pants to work out, but today he wanted to see every single muscle move.

"Morning, Logan," Bling responded as he entered. His eyes dropped to scan over Logan's legs. "Anything else happening?"

Logan couldn't stop the smile from crossing his face.

"What?" Bling asked.

"I peed," Logan answered, trying to be casual.

Bling nodded, his lips pursed as he tried not to smile. "That's good, man."

"And, I think, just maybe, I had a morning woody."

"So, you ready to try some other stuff, or are we just going to stick with bladder management and sexual performance?" Bling asked.

"Oh, I think we can try something else," Logan responded, wheeling out of the room ahead of Bling.

"Ok, we need to take it easy here, Logan, I mean it, man," Bling said, his hands wrapping around Logan's waist. Logan's arms shook slightly as he leaned on the parallel bars. "Let me take the weight, you just worry about moving your feet."

Logan tried to relax slightly and stand a bit straighter as Bling began to support him. His eyes dropped down to his feet, his concentration focused on moving the right one forward. He grunted, his total effort going into just picking that damn foot up. It moved a millimeter...then another and then was down on the floor again.

"Good job, man," Bling responded, encouraging him to keep going.

"Dammit!" Logan called. He was frustrated and excited, it was amazing to see the foot move at all, but he didn't want to crawl. He wanted to run. Now.

They had worked all morning and Logan had managed to walk about five steps. He was frustrated with his progress, but it was five steps further than he had gone the day before. It was five steps further than the doctors had expected he would go.

More importantly than walking, he could stand on his own. He had done it without Bling's help on three occasions and felt confident enough that when he saw Max that night he would have something to show her.

Wheeling into the kitchen, he remembered that they had worked straight through lunch without stopping. His stomach growled and he smiled as he felt it gurgle. It was so strange feeling his body come alive again. He had forgotten so much of what it felt like to have the other part of him feeling and sensing.

He stopped in front of the refrigerator and set the brake on his chair. Setting his feet on the floor, he grasped the counter and with one swift move, stood up easily. He swayed slightly for a moment and then evened his weight out on both feet. He had occasionally used the standing frame to prevent his bones from weakening, but this felt so much different. It almost gave him the feeling of vertigo he had suffered from when he stood on top of tall structures. At the same time, it was exhilarating.

He pivoted slightly to reach into the cupboard above the fridge. He had stored some cookbooks of his mother's up there, books she had gotten from the Junior League and the church she had grown up in. He fingered the covers, thinking of the women who put these books together, back when the world seemed sane and there was such a thing as the Junior League.

His mind caught in the past, Logan was stunned to find himself tilting toward the floor. He reached back to try and grab the chair, but instead landed flat on the floor, his feet tangled in the footrest.

"Everything okay in there?" Bling called from the office.

Logan was fine, the wind knocked out of him, but fine. He sat up easily as Bling appeared in the door.

"You need some help?" he offered.

"Nah, I think..." Logan's voice trailed off as he bent his knees up and put his palms down on the floor. Slowly but carefully, he stood up, grabbing the counter for support as he stood again.

"Take it slow, man," Bling warned.

"I know...I know," Logan answered. Bling picked up the cookbooks and set them on the counter as Logan eased himself back into the chair. "Damn," he exclaimed as he sat down.

"What?"

"I think I bruised my ass."

He was waiting for her when she got home. He wanted to show her so badly what he'd accomplished, what she'd done for him, but he was still a bit afraid that he would fail in front of her.

He had planned it all out, and after checking to see how Original Cindy was doing, he made her close her eyes. As she stood in front of him, he again moved his feet off the footrest and with a small effort, pushing off the chair and even more from his newly energized legs, he stood fully upright in front of her.

He pulled her hands away from her face.

"It's like some kind of miracle," she gasped.

"You're the miracle. You did this. You gave me back my life," he said, and he meant it. He knew that not everyone felt as desperate as he did in the chair, but for some reason it had felt like living on death row with a never ending round of stays.

"Thank the clever folks at Manticore," she said, smiling at him. "I'd forgotten how tall you were."

Logan laughed and then felt himself begin to slip and fall. Max caught him and lowered him back into his wheelchair.

"There's always tomorrow," she said, smiling at him again. She had hoped that the transfusion would work, but hadn't dared to dream that this would happen.

"Yeah, tomorrow," he sighed.

"You're going to have to take it slow."

"I don't want to take it slow. I want to go fast," he responded, his voice wavering between a growl and a whine.

"Oh, yeah?" she teased.

"Yeah," he answered, his eyes locking on hers.

"Well, in that case... There's something I've been wanting to do with you ever since we first met. I think you might be up for it."

As she walked toward the door, Logan followed. Little did Max know, but he was definitely up for anything that night.

Logan followed closely behind Max as she slipped down the alley. Finally they stopped in front of a dumpster. She pulled it out slightly and eased her Ninja from behind.

"My extra parking space," she explained. "You think you're up for standing again?"

He nodded and eased himself up from the chair one more time. He had often imagined what it might feel like to race through the dark streets of Seattle with Max on her bike, but with his lack of abdominal control, there was no way he could have sat on her bike...until that night.

She helped him as he slid his leg over the bike and settled into the front of the seat. He could feel the soft leather beneath his legs, the powerful rumble of the engine as it revved slightly.

Max slid behind him, his chair now safely tucked away in the Ninja's former parking space.

"You ready to ride?" she asked as she slipped the helmet over his head.

He responded by revving the motor again. He was more than ready to go.

As they raced through the city, moving effortlessly from sector to sector, Logan began to feel more and more alive. It was amazing what it did for him to have the wind whipping at his face, the sensation of Max's arms snug around his waist. He never wanted the evening to end.

Finally she directed him to pull over near a small neighborhood park. During the day it was filled with drug dealers, but the curfew seemed to keep them away during the night. Max slipped off the bike and turned to face him. His feet were resting on the ground on either side of the bike.

"You want to take a breather?" she asked.

He took her hand and pressed it down in front against his erection.

"I'd rather take you home," he answered.

The motor purred softly as he pulled into the parking garage. He stopped in his usual parking space and turned off the bike. Max slipped from the seat behind him and held out her hand so he could get off the bike.

He grabbed her hand and pulled her close, steadying himself with her body.

"God, I love holding you in my arms this way," he said, brushing his hands down her long, smooth hair. His hand slipped to glide over her backside, down to her ass. It was a totally different experience to hold her this way...not better or worse than before, but different.

He pivoted slightly and dragged his feet slowly as he moved her toward the wall. Looking to make sure no one else was in the garage, he slipped open the button on his pants with his right hand, his left hand against the wall to brace himself. She pulled the zipper down on his pants, allowing his erection to break free. Keeping her hands on his waist for support, she dropped to her knees and began to tease the end of his penis with her tongue.

Slowly she worked her way up and down, teasing his soft skin as it grew harder under her ministrations. Logan gasped slightly, his back arching away from the wall. Max tightened her grip on his waist to keep him upright as she continued to work her way around the tip of his penis, tasting the cum as it slipped from his body.

"Down...lie down," Logan cried, fearing that he would lose his balance in the throes of their passion. He also wanted to do something for her and it was too hard in this precarious position.

Max helped him drop to his knees, her arms now on his shoulders, her mouth moving over his neck and up toward his ears. Logan pressed back on her, pushing her toward the floor, his hands pulling her clothes from her body. It wasn't passion, but rather a primal urge that was forcing him to be on top of her, to take her, to have her in him. He could barely think, other than wanting to ram...

"Logan," Max said, taking his face in hers, "slow down."

He wanted to, but he didn't. He wanted to fuck her brains out. Now. He had done romantic, he had done gentle, and now he wanted to do her hard.

"I don't want to go slow. I want to go fast," he said, smothering her neck with his mouth, grasping, reaching, touching every part of her body. He slid his pants down slightly so he could enter her. He pressed forward, filling every inch of her. He heard her gasp, as he pressed further into her body.

"Oh, god, Logan!" she called, not worrying who would hear her.

He rocked against her, feeling the orgasm wash over his body, watching as her body climaxed again and again. Finally he fell against her on the floor.

"I can't believe we just did that," he exclaimed, turning on his side to look at her. To be honest, he was more than a little shocked...he would have never taken himself for someone who would do it in a parking garage. But there was something about the evening...

Max smiled back. "You ready for bed?"

"Yeah, but I think you better go get my other chair," he answered. "No way can I walk upstairs after that!"

"You don't think that latest injection of Manticore juices did enough?" she teased, holding out her hand.

Logan grabbed her hand and slowly got to his feet. "Well, maybe if I have a little help from a revved up girl..."

Max slipped her arm around his waist as they slowly walked to the elevator.

FIN

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