Sanders Sides One Shots

Ink (Logicality)

Same AU's as the last one. There were two suggested storylines, and I associated this one with Patton and Logan, and the other one with Virgil and Roman.

*Logan's POV*

I adjusted my glasses squinted at the scrawled writing that appeared on my hand in blue ink with slight disapproval and curiosity. Paper was meant for writing on. Writing on the largest organ in your body doesn't make sense.

But my outlook on the mannerisms of others are rarely similar to that of anyone I've ever met. I suppose if somebody needed to remember something, but was notoriously forgetful and didn't have any paper on hand, they could write on their skin.

The short note on the back of my hand read 'FL Museum History Sat 11:00' with a butterfly drawn by it. It was easily decoded. Whoever my soulmate was was going to the Butterfly Rainforest exhibit at the Florida Museum of Natural History on Saturday at 11:00, possibly to meet someone.

Meeting my soulmate was on my bucket list, but between all of my studies, it got pushed further back on it. Now that the opportunity had arrived, I was much more interested in finding out who my forgetful soulmate was.

Just two weeks ago, a note had appeared on my hand to go to the "eye doctor 2:00". A few days ago, there was one to go to the park. Yesterday, there was one to go to the dry cleaner. They hadn't been very specific, so I hadn't gone to see out of curiosity.

This time, however, was very specific. Then again, it was a specific event. I was doing nothing important that day. I suppose I could go along to see if I could find my soulmate.

From the notes that had been on my hand over the past month, I could assume that I was looking for someone with glasses, an article of clothing that couldn't be washed in a washing machine, and someone with a love of nature.

>>Time-skip to Saturday, 10:30 am>>

*Patton's POV*

Butterfly Rainforest was my favorite exhibit in the entire Florida Museum of Natural History. I'd loved butterflies ever since I was a little kid, and had devoted a portion of my life to them. So much so that butterflies were one of the only things I knew a lot about. I still enjoyed them to this day. Not only butterflies, but their habitats and, by a stretch, the rainforest.

I checked my hand out of habit in case I'd forgotten anything to do. Nothing was there except my note for today. Even though I was half an hour early, I didn't mind. I wasn't usually this early to things, but butterflies were one of my favorite things. The more time I got to spend with them, the better.

The amount of specification on my note surprised me for a moment until I remembered why. It was one of my life long dreams to meet my soulmate. Someone to share my every day with. Someone to share my likings or to balance me out. Someone to last with until infinity.

Just thinking about it made me dreamy. The possibility of my soulmate AND being surrounded by butterflies! This couldn't get any better. All I really had to do was wait to see if my soulmate arrived. From then, though, I didn't really know how anything would play out.

>>Time skip to 11:00>>

*Logan's POV*

I walked into the butterfly exhibit with a notepad, a pen, and a sharpie. The notepad and pen were for taking notes on butterflies if I stumbled across any facts that I didn't already know, but I doubted that I would. The sharpie was for writing on my hand to communicate with my soulmate to make sure I was pegging the right person for the description. The last thing I wanted to do was to think that the wrong person was my soulmate.

After a few minutes, I check my watch. 11:03 am. Not everyone took punctuality very seriously, so I wasn't getting my hopes up. I looked around anyway to find six people with glasses. Narrowing it down to males, it was four. Two of them had a cardigan. One of them had it tied around his shoulders, and the other person was wearing his.

I looked closer. The guy that had his cardigan tied around his shoulders had a butterfly sticker on his shirt that read "Butterfly Conservationist" below it, and was practically beaming as he wandered around. The other guy, accompanied with who I could assume was his mother, looked fairly put out as he wandered half-heartedly trudged around the exhibit. I nearly smiled, finding my answer in so little time.

I checked my watch again. 11:05. I took out my sharpie and wrote on my hand 'Found you', hoping it didn't sound too creepy, and waited for him to check his hand. He did almost immediately, smiled, and looked around until his gaze stopped on me. My cheeks flushed slightly as something seemed to click between us. He walked over to me with a smile on his face.

*Patton's POV*

"Hi, I'm Patton!" I introduced myself, extending a hand.

"Salutations, my name is Logan." He shook my hand with a small smile.

"Is this your first time here?" I couldn't stop my smiling.

"To this particular exhibit, yes. I have been here many times before, but I had never thought to peruse around the Butterfly Rainforest." Logan paused for a moment. "My intentions are not to convey myself as a 'creepy person' per say, but I admit, I believe I know quite a bit about you already."

"Deduct away, Sherlock Holmes." I gestured for him to go on. The nickname had him momentarily startled before he spoke again.

"You've loved butterflies for most of your life, maybe even through most of your childhood. Considering how worn your cardigan is in certain places, you generally only wear it tied around your shoulders, never actually worn in a fashion similar to that of a jacket. Your witty banter, I'm assuming from the nickname you gave me, suggests that you enjoy puns. From your outfit, I'm guessing that those puns are, more specifically, dad jokes." He summed everything up with a tilt of his head and an adorable expression. I smiled and clapped my hands giddily.

"Yup! Every part of that was correct!" Logan smiled and looked down momentarily. "How'd you do it?"

"I'm known for being quite an intellectual." He shrugged, like he was shrugging off the compliment.

"I'm not going to deny that." I grin. "How long have you known about me?"

"Since you first wrote on your hand, of course." He blinked at me like it was obvious, and I wasn't sure he knew what I meant.

"No, not like that..." I trailed off, suddenly not knowing what even I meant. "Since... this. I don't know how to explain it..." I shrugged.

"I'm a bit dubious about your previous statement." Logan smiled. "Come walk with me. I doubt that there is much of this exhibit you have not seen already, but there is a lot of it that I have not."

I extended my hand for him to hold before I began to lead him around. He took my hand in his, and little sparks of electricity tingled their way up my arm. I looked at him, and he seemed to notice as well, as his cheeks were flushed and his eyes were filled with wonder.

"I think I'm going to like being with you." I decide. Logan raised an eyebrow before responding.

"Really? I thought it was an established fact."