When Two Worlds Meet

Doubting

Logan's POV

"You're being foolish." I told myself as I sat up in bed. "You should be sleeping," I scolded myself as I walked down the hall to my living room. I paused in the doorway to my main room, just looking at the photograph sitting on my coffee table. My phone sat beside it, charging.

I glanced at the clock, which read 11:00 p.m.; it ticked in an annoyingly loud fashion. I tried to be in bed by about 10:00 p.m. so I could get a full night's rest and I plugged my phone in my living room to avoid the temptation to be on it in the night. Yes, I know I'm a freak. Don't judge me.

I glared at the photograph, which seemed to be taunting me. I huffed and walked over to my kitchen, shivering as my bare feet touched the tiled floor. I got myself a glass of water, trying to ignore the magnetic pull in my chest that seemed to be attached to the stupid piece of film. I drank the whole glass of water, gasping when I finally came up for air. I washed the glass in my sink, carefully scrubbing it for a solid five minutes; I could usually do it in thirty seconds, but I was trying to distract myself.

I carefully placed the glass back in my cupboard and turned around. I sighed wearily as I looked at the photograph. I was sick of worrying about it. But I didn't know why I was totally incapable of finding how it had been faked. Either I was losing my touch or....I closed my eyes. "Shut up shut up shut up shut up." I told myself angrily. "You are not considered that it's not fake. Of COURSE it's fake. The only other option is that, well, that there's an alternate dimension attached to New York." I put as much scorn as I could into my voice, but my heart wasn't in it.

I walked over to my coffee table and furiously stared down at it. I was about to reach down and pick it up when my phone screen lit up. It vibrated as I read the caller ID: Roman. I picked up the phone in relief and accepted the call with a broad smile and blushing cheeks.

"Hello?"

"Logan! Good. You aren't busy." I heard his voice on the other end. Though his voice was distorted a bit by the phone, his rich, dramatic tone made me smile. "I just wanted to see if you wanted to coordinate costumes for tomorrow. I can't believe I didn't think of that before!"

"Oh, um, what were you planning on going as?" I asked uncertainly. I'd never coordinated costumes before. "Maybe I can match?"

"I'm going as Prince Charming." I could hear him smiling through the phone. "I've got a crown, a sword, and everything to make me look like a prince." He fell silent for a moment. "You could be the princess." He offered with amusement.

"Absolutely not." I said with an eyebrow raise. "No, thank you. That's really not my style."

"Hmm. Well, what are YOU going as? Maybe I can match."

"I'm going as Sherlock Holmes." I told him. It was a costume I'd worn a few years ago, but it still fit me. I'd always admired to cool, intelligent detective, so I never turned down an opportunity to wear the costume. "You could go as Watson." I offered.

Unhappy noises came over the phone and I quickly backpedaled. "Or we could just keep our costumes. I know they don't match, but we both seem happy with them. We don't have to coordinate to have a fun time."

There was silence for a moment. "Alright. That sounds fun." He didn't sound disappointed, to my relief. He did sound like he would enjoy that.

I heard him yawn from the other end. "You going to bed soon?" I asked with amusement.

"Nah. I'll probably stay up a bit longer to work on a few things." He replied. "And you?"

"No, I need to work on a project for Thomas." I told him ruefully.

"Oh? What is it?" He sounded curious, and perhaps a little jealous. I felt some guilty pleasure at that.

"Oh, we just have a bet about this theory of his." I told him airily.

"Really? A theory? Should I be worried?" He teased.

I chuckled deeply. "No, Thomas just has this theory that New York is attached to an 'alternate dimension'. He gave me a photo to look at of two supposed witches on a broomstick, and we have a bet going to see if I can figure out if its fake or not." I laughed once, but paused when I didn't hear Roman on the other end. "Roman?"

He didn't answer. "Roman?" I asked again. "Are you still there?" I waited for another ten seconds before I heard the automated voice say "Call Disconnected".

I stared at my phone in disbelief. I texted Roman a couple times, but there was no reply. I shook my head as I rested my phone back on the table. 'Maybe his phone died.' I thought, unsettled. I sat there for a moment, tired. Then I stood to go to bed, ready to rest.

I pointedly ignored the photograph as I walked away.

Author's Note: The chapter cover was done by Mickala Weeks. ;)