Saving Primary Sanders | A Sander Sides Book

XIII - Truthrevelation

I really don't have anything to say to introduce this chapter, so this Author's Note is irrelevant. 

1415 h

"Are you really going to lock me up?" asks Patton in concern. "I don't want to be! I want to be out and help! I need to be there when we bring Dolon down!"

"And you will be," says Logan, his mouth set in a determined scowl. He walks right past the staircase, so Patton is sure that he will not be locked in his room, but then as they walk out the back door he becomes increasing concerned whether the tool shed is to be his cell.

To his surprise, Logan pops open the passenger door to his old car parked in the garage, and gestures at Patton to get in. He does so, and Logan hops in behind the wheel and zooms away. Except that Logan is the kind of driver who is so careful the police stop him for driving under the minimum speed limit. Patton vaguely remembers the road they take, as if from a trip late at night.

"Um... where are we going?" Visions of being locked in a dank cellar, and underground bunker, an unopened grave flash before Patton's eyes.

"You will find out soon enough." Logan smiles, his facial muscles so unused to that expression he looks closer to a creepy clown than a funny face on its balloon.

Patton wails. "You are giving me to an orphanage, aren't you? I don't want to go back there and sing kumbaya again!"

Logan whitens. "Apologies, I did not mean to cause you distress. I thought a surprise would be... charming?"

"Ooooo." Realisation dawns in Patton's eyes. "This is your attempt at being... romantic?"

"I think the intentions were lost in the execution."

"Please don't say execution! It makes you sound more like a serial killer than before!"

"I do have a few sociopathic tendencies, but do I come off so antisocial?"

"If you pull of stunts like this, yes!" Patton puts a hand on Logan's shoulder. "Why don't you be as you normally are, instead of acting romantic?"

"Very well."

"Now tell me where we're going or I'm going to pull the hand break."

"Pull the break in the middle of the road with no red light? Blasphemy! Who is psychopathic now? Alright, here is the agenda. We will go to the clotheshorse and I will choose you a new outfit, as I have learnt that an attire makeover is the solution for all life's ills. We will find you a disguise, as what Mr Svengali pointed is true: it is all over the press about how someone who looks exactly like you pointed a gun at Thomas. You will not be able to show your face in public, but we can ensure that is not the face you show, can we not? You will still be able to be in our new team masquerading as the new PA, and we can still maintain that you are locked up safely, so everyone wins. Now shush and let me dress you." Logan brings the car to a screeching halt.

"I like it when you order me around."

"And you are very good pupil. Now put these on, we cannot have anyone recognising you. Besides, you are still in drag." Logan chucks his trench coat at Patton. Patton puts it on and revels in the warmth and smell of Logan enveloping him. Logan's lips twitch as he lowers his fedora onto Patton's blushing face.

"Pity, your face is lit up like a siren, and that will give us away."

"Um... I don't think I can stop it, I have very weirdly pale skin."

"Then hickeys are off the table, I assume."

Patton goes white with charged surprise.

"Perfect." Logan swings open the does and pulls Patton out before he could react any further and they hurry into the Clotheshorse.