I'll just do what I always do.

Acclimating a soldier from the forties to modern day Seattle is easier said than done. Especially considering the soldier's basically been in cryostasis for eighty years. Max is trying taking it slow, bringing him clothes to Logan's apartment when he needs them and stopping by to hang out every once in a while, but she knows that eventually she's going to have to try and get him out of the apartment and into some semblance of normalcy. And the first step to normalcy is getting a job.

Or at least "getting a job" as far as Jam Pony was concerned.

Max rolls her bike up to Logan's front door, knocking lightly before just trying the handle and letting herself in. It's not like she really respected Logan's boundaries in the first place considering the first time she met she was stealing from him. She lets the bike rest against the counter before speaking up.

"Anybody home?" She glances around. "We're going to be late."

[For the end of the baby plot, with a small nod to swallow_thelies. I don’t know if I’m actually going to post this to the game because Max has more than enough activity for the month, but I needed to get her feelings out, regardless.]

Max hadn’t expected her to show up without Dean.

Max hadn’t wanted to do it without Dean. It was bad enough that he kept coming and going within the castle, that he kept disappearing on Sam, but having to explain to their magical castle baby that the her father wasn’t around because the castle that brought them there decided that Dean didn’t have to stick around. It was just easier that way, because how do you tell a kid that for the one week they actually exist, their father isn’t going to be around for them to see?

It was how she had to keep thinking of her—her magical castle baby. Something fake and not real. Not something she should miss, or hope for, or even think possible. It was just another castle trick, one that kept sneaking up on her and every year, tying her to someone she was never going to have. Not really.

It was starting to be the story of Max’s life. But that wasn’t the point.

The point was that having Joanne all by herself would be torture. A reminder that she didn’t need. She didn’t want the girl there, because she wasn’t attached. It was all so easy to say when Joanne wasn’t sitting right there in front of her.

Then the little girl crawled into her arms, and Max started to wonder ‘what if’. She was real, then. She was warm and solid in her arms, and she had a scent that the instinct portion of Max’s brain recognized as hers. It was a bitch of a trick, something that she always cursed the castle for the day after it was over, but there was nothing she could do about it. The castle took her away just like it took away Dean. Just like Alec. Just like Eliot.

Just like Ben.

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[smirks as she watches her]

Good.