Down The Rabbit Hole

eight

Someone is shaking her awake. A warm hand is on her shoulder, shaking her fast but gently.

"Logan," The voice whispers, "Wake up." The voice sounds a bit wary.

Logan's eyes sleepily open, her head turning to look at the rude person waking her up. Alfred is standing over her, still dressed in his day wear.

She sits up groggily, looking at him with a slight confused expression. "It's still dark out," She yawns, rubbing her eyes, "Why'd you wake me up?"

Alfred pulls her out of bed, not seeming to care that she's only wearing one of his shirts and her underwear.

"You got to be quiet." He whispers, "They're outside."

She's to sleepy to realize what he's saying, so she murmurs out a confused noise before trying to get back to sleep.

He doesn't release the grip and pulls her forcefully towards the bedroom door. Logan follows after with a sense of wariness in her gut.

Something's wrong. It must be something important for Alfred to forcefully drag her out of bed for.

He wouldn't do it if it was life threatening. A thought flickers into her brain, her heart clenching.

"The bandits," She whispers, "They're here, aren't they?"

With only a sad glance towards her, she feels her gut pull even more than it was.

"What are we going to do?"

"I blocked the front door best I can. James and Alice were already..." He drifts off, "We got to get off of this property."

"I thought everyone who comes in contact with these bandits-" She stops herself, sadness filling her up. Alice is dead. She has to bite her cheek to refrain from crying.

"Everything will be okay." He assures her, his grip loosening to a reassuring squeeze.

She nods, not sure if she believes him. Last time she was in this kind of situation, she got shot. And ending up in a whole different era.

She didn't want to leave Alfred. She really liked it here. But she does miss home. Maybe next time she'll be able to go back to her real home. But she doesn't want to die in that process.

Alfred tugs her towards the barn, carefully opening the doors and pulling her in.

"We need to hide until they leave," He pulls her towards the horses' stalls, "But it's doubtful that'll they leave without..."

He stops in front of a stall, his blue eyes staring into her's. He squeezes her wrist a little.

"If I don't see you again-"

"Alfred, don't say that." She whispers harshly, "Obviously we are going to see each other again."

"Logan..." He sighs. "I'm really glad I got to know you."

"God, how cliche can you get? Listen, we are going to see each other again. You don't have to tell me how special and how weird I am. You can save all those for when we are feeding your animals or something."