NYSM •Moments In Time•

Headcanon #5

Logan always talked about getting a tattoo, she just didn't know what she wanted.

She wanted something meaningful, something she would love even when she got old and wrinkly. That specific comment made Merritt laugh. When Logan asks if anyone would like to get a tat with her, Henley argues that she didn't have the hard looks for ink on her skin. Jack said maybe but it never went any further then that. Danny and Merritt both said no right away, but with no reason behind their answer.

After awhile, the talk about tattoos died down. But Logan wasn't done. One afternoon she left the apartment, and the sun had started to set hours later which made everyone else finally worry. They called and texted her, but she didn't answer.

"Should we call the cops?" Henley asked while sitting on a chair in the living room, biting her nails while Danny was pacing behind her nervously with cards in his hands.

Merritt and Jack sat side by side on the couch, in the exact same posture. Both were leaning their elbows on their knees, heads lowered while their right leg shook ever so slightly. Merritt looked up, "How about waiting another hour? Then we'll try that."

The door suddenly opens and the ones sitting down sprung up to their feet, all heads snap to the doorway to find Logan standing there, wincing painfully as she rubbed her left shoulder. She wore her hair down while wearing jeans and what appeared to be Jack's leather jacket zipped up all the way to her neck. It wasn't her usual look, which concerned the others.

"Where the hell have you been?" Merritt asked.

"Out," Logan groaned, rubbing the left side of her chest now, squinting her eyes.

"That's not an answer!" Henley snaps as she moves to hug the other woman in the room, tears in her eyes.

Jack came up to join the hug, "You gave us a heart attack, babe." He kissed her temple then buried his face in her shoulder, in which made her yelp suddenly.

Henley and Jack jump back in shock, "What? What?"

"Are you hurt or something?"

"God dammit did you get into a fight?" Merritt asked while glaring at her pained face to read something, "Were you mugged? Is that why you're wearing Jack's coat? Please for the love of god tell me you're not bleeding."

She sighs in response, looking between each of their worried faces and realized she had made the mistake not telling them beforehand where she was going, because they looked flat out terrified.

"I-I..." She swallowed, ducking her head in embarrassment, "I went to get some tattoos."

"You did what?" Henley asked softly.

"That's why you were gone so long?" Jack asked with a sarcastic tone in his voice, frowning slightly in confusion.

Danny growls as he finally makes a motion to run his fingers through his hair frustratingly, tempting to rip it all out as he suddenly explodes, "That's not a fucking good reason not to call us or tell where you were!"

"I was wanting to make it a surprise," Logan said quietly, knowing she was only grasping for a way to defend herself.

"Dammit, Logan, we thought YOU WERE DEAD!"

He moves to rush into his bedroom, Logan calling to him as he stomps past her, "Danny, I'm sorr-!"

She hears the door slam and she lets a gust of wind out of her lungs, losing her posture as her shoulders slump and she looks to everyone else. She sniffs, reaching for the zipper of her-! Jack's jacket, "I wanted it to be a surprise," she repeated as she stripped off her jacket to reveal herself in a tank top and the other three were caught off guard, their eyes widening at what they saw.