Sanders Sides One-Shots ((REQUESTS))

Soulmate AU (Logicality)

A/N: Soulmate AU where you see in black and white until you meet your soulmate.

It was like any other day. Logan woke up at the same time as he did everyday to maintain a consistent sleep schedule. He let out a sigh as he woke up a few seconds before his alarm went off, in its usual screeching tone, the same one he listened to every morning. Logan's days seemed to blur together, as did all of the colors around him. Or rather the shades of grey around him. He watched as his alarm clock washed his room in a pale light grey, only serving to illuminate they other shades of grey. Another sigh could just audibly be heard from under the sound of the insistent machine still buzzing on the table beside him, as he lifted his arm, lowering it to the alarm, rendering it useless until the next time it threw a scheduled fit. But just as he was waking up, so was another person, only unlike Logan, this was not the usual time he woke up.

His name was Patton. Patton had a wildly inconsistent sleep schedule, something Logan would have frowned at. Patton had an important meeting to go to that morning, and he had to be up dreadfully early. Patton woke with a jolt, feeling a rush of adrenaline push its way through his veins, until he realized it was his alarm, and it dissipated, leaving a slightly grumpy man in its wake. He blearily opened his eyes, feeling around with his hand to find the button to stop the jolting alarm clock, that was playing cheery music. The music did not match his mood. He rubbed at his eyes, yawning and pushing his face into the pillow as he awoke. He was slow to get ready, but once he was, it was time to go, leaving a clean but hungry and tired Patton. He didn't normally need it, but he had decided to treat himself to coffee this morning, opting to also get himself a cookie. He deserved one for waking up this early.

Logan had made his way to the coffee shop, finding one other worker there having already opened the shop, but he worked in the back most days, so it would just be Logan manning the register. He walked in, finding his apron hung neatly on the wall, where he had left it the afternoon before. He quickly tied it, and started all of the machines, waiting for the first drove of early morning customers to come in.

Patton had looked up directions to the nearest coffee shop, not knowing where it was since he didn't usually have coffee. After finding one just around the corner from him, he made the slow walk there, having to remind himself to pick up his feet as to not wear holes in the souls of his shoes. He watched his feet drag across the pavement, hearing the consistent shuffling sounds that seemed to comfort him with every step. He had pulled the large glass door open, to find only two other customers in the shop, having already been seated at booths.

Logan watched another customer shuffle their way into the store, staring intently at their feet and the ground beneath them. They made their way into the non existent line, stepping in front of Logan at the counter, this time looking above their head at the menus. "Can I have a hot mocha, extra shot of espresso, large, and a chocolate chip cookie please?" They asked, finally looking down, only this time to look at their wallet, searching for their card. "Sure, that'll be $5.58." They nodded, while seeming to finally find the right card setting it down on the counter as they fixed the disheveled mess they'd made of their wallet.

Patton had been a wreck this morning, and as he was looking for his card, he had made a mess of his wallet, occasionally almost dropping coins and cards, only to grab them before they hit the floor. He had finally re organized his wallet, having taken back his card which the barista had placed back on the counter, to have his order being handed to him. He looked up at the barista he had failed to take notice of before. His skin was pale, and his hair was medium to dark grey, with only his shirt being a darker grey.

Logan had prepared the drink for the customer, having told him his drink was ready, he held it out towards the man. He reached his hand forward to take it, and when their fingers touched the world around him swirled with color, having bursted out in every direction from the center of his vision. Having forgotten about the hot coffee, both men loosened their grip, sending the cup flying towards the counter. The lid came off, and hot liquid sprayed all over their hands, covering only his apparently green apron, and luckily not the customers light blue shirt. Logan barely caught a glimpse of the man's faded purple hair before he sprung into action, taking the man's hand in his own to make sure there weren't any burns. "Are you okay?" Logan asked, concerned for the customers hand. All the man could muster was a nod, as he observed the barista. Though he said he was okay, Logan could see the red and irritated skin starting the slightly blister. "Come on." He muttered to the man, opening the door behind the counter to walk towards the restrooms, calling back to the other working to help clean up the mess, not waiting for a response before continuing to the lead the man who seemed to have snapped out of his daze, to the bathroom to run his hand under cool water, and apply some aloe vera to it.

Patton looked at the barista standing in front of him. His hair was a medium chocolate color, his eyes were an inviting shade of honey brown, and his shirt was a sophisticated dark blue. He was snapped out of his thoughts when he felt a burning sensation on his hand, only to find himself being lead through the coffee shop towards the sign that said restroom, by said barista. He looked at the world around him, taking in all of the new colors. He had been pulled into the bathroom, and the barista, whose name tag read Logan, was running both of their hands under cool water, while his other hand fished around in the cabinet underneath the sink, until he pulled out a first aid kit. He took out a tube of aloe vera, stopping the water and patting their sensitive hands with paper towels before opening the tube to gel. "My name's Patton, by the way." He finally decided to introduce himself, seemingly in a better mood, even though his hand felt burned.

Logan smiled at the introduction, replying simply with "My name's Logan. I'm sorry we're meeting under such circumstances." Patton's response was a slight chuckle. When he looked up from putting the cool aloe gel on their burns, he saw Patton scratching the back of his neck with his non burned hand, blushing brightly, until he spoke. "I guess we're soulmates then." Logan hummed as an affirmative response. He seemed nervous, as if Logan would reject him, as if he even could. But even if he could, he wouldn't want to. The faded purple hair complemented his fair skin, which had freckles dotted all over his nose and cheeks. His chestnut eyes were warm and inviting, and his demeanor suited his stature, being short, as Logan also was. He felt a warmth in his chest as Patton looked up, meeting his own eyes.

Patton felt a shiver go down his spine, and goose bumps on his arms as he met Logan's eyes. Logan's free hand wrapped around Patton's waist having abandoned the aloe vera gel next to the sink, as he pulled him slightly closer. Patton leaned his head forward, lightly connecting his forehead with Logan's as they continued to look into each other's eyes, until Logan tilted his head to the right slightly, moving forward until their lips were barely touching, waiting for an affirmation from the other. Patton's head nod ever so slightly, and Logan wouldn't have noticed if he weren't so close, but with that he leaned forward the rest of the way, pressing their lips together, sending shivers down both of their spines, leaving them breathless, just like how seeing colors did. They pulled away, leaving their lips lingering just barely on each other's. Patton's eyes were still closed as he savored this moment, slightly sighing in content as he opened his eyes, to once again meet Logan's brown ones.

Logan broke the silence with a simple question, asking Patton "So why'd you come in today, I've never seen you here before?" Only then did Patton remember the meeting, feeling the same rush of adrenaline he did when his alarm clock first woke him up earlier that morning, but it soon subsidized as he realized he'd rather be here, in a coffee shop restroom, being held close by his soulmate, than in a stuffy meeting room, with the same grey walls. He simply responded with "Spur of the moment decision." Logan accepted this answer as they continued staring into each other's brown eyes, which they had decided was their new respective colors.