Getting it Together

Birthday

Warnings: Patton's being weird and controlling to Virgil again, being kidnapped, mentions of death, mention of sewing a mouth shut, Remy being? Sweet?, drug symptoms, drugging, taking away a present.

"I'm home." Patton said blankly as he pushed open the door and stepped inside.

"Did you find Papa?" Virgil yells as he rushes to the door, peering around Patton in the hopes of seeing Logan's familiar face.

"I'm sorry kiddo." Patton whispers softly, ruffling Virgil's hair and pulling him close. "But we have to smile today. Papa would want us to. Do you know why?"

"Uhm," Virgil looks down at the floor, than back up at Patton. "It's my birthday!"

"That's right." Patton shuts the door and leads Virgil back into the living room, setting down his bag. "It's your birthday. So we're going to have a nice celebration and smile lots and lots."

"If...If we smile a lot than Papa can feel it?" Virgil asks.

"Yeah." Patton smiles briefly. "And we can leave a piece of cake out for him."

"Papa!" Thomas babbles as the now one-year old toddles into the room.

Logan had missed his birthday too.

Seeing only Patton, Thomas pouts and moves over to Remus, sitting on the couch. Remus picks Thomas up and sets him on his lap, and Roman notices that he was staring at Patton out of the corner of his eyes.

"Virgil, why don't you go upstairs while we get ready, okay kiddo?" Patton suggests.

Virgil nods and races up the stairs, and Patton slumps in on himself as soon as he's gone.

"Ohh golly." He mutters. "I've searched everywhere. Blaine could've taken him out of the state, or even the country!"

Remy peers in through the arch, and quickly moves back before Patton could notice him, staring at Damien as he continued to whisk something in the kitchen.

"It kinda sucks, ya'know." Remy sighs. "Celebrating a birthday here of all places."

"Yup." Damien says briefly. "But it was worse on the mountain. I'm more concerned about Logan."

Damien looks up from the bowl, and then sets it on the counter. Pulling a chair away from the table, he sits down and hides his head in his hands. "I think he's dead."

"Oh-Adonai-!" Remy groaned stepping forward and placing a hand on his cousin's shoulder.

"You're not supposed to say that. Tante would hit you if she was here." Damien let's out something akin to a soft chuckle.

"Listen, brat. He's not dead. I'm sure he's not." Remy paused and groaned once more. "You know I'm not good at consoling."

Damien wipes under his eyes and stands back up. "I have to finish cooking. Do you want to help?"

"Gurl, you know I'm only good at pastries." Remy shakes his head. "I'm gonna go hang out with Kai, actually. They keep staring off into space like Remus and it's freaking me the fuck out."

"Aww, that's sweet." Damien smirks out of the corner of his mouth and picks the bowl back up.

"Another word out of that mouth and I'm sewing it shut." Remy hisses as he heads towards the door. "I'm not sweet."

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Logan shivered underneath the thin blanket he had been given, his face drenched in sweat and his eyes bloodshot as he tried to block out the bright artificial lights that stabbed into his brain.