They Aren't Coming

//Day 6\\

"My little Logie bear, wait here for me okay? Mommy is going to go grab something from the shop and I will be right back, don't leave."

"Okay." Logan sat on the edge of the fountain, his feet swinging as he waited for his mother to come back. She had promised she would. He knew she would, but she didn't. A few people passed by, asking if he was okay, and he always gave the same answer. "I'm waiting for my mommy to come back." Then he would give them a smile and most of them would continue on their way.

Hours passed, the day slowly began to turn to night and Logan shivered, but he was a good boy. He would wait right here. He would wait for his mommy. Then, a guard walked up. "Little boy, where are your parents."

"Mommy said she would be right back."

The guard frowned, sitting down next to Logan. "How long ago was that?"

He had to think, it had been a while, "When the sun was that high." He said, pointing to the sky and the guard frowned deeper.

"Well then, you must be hungry." He pulled out a snack bar and handed it over to Logan. "You don't have allergies right?"

Logan shook his head. He didn't think so, but he wasn't really sure what allergies were. He was hungry though, so he greedily took the candy bar and ate it.

"How about we wait at the guard office? We can leave your mommy a note here. I'm sure she wouldn't want you getting sick."

Logan hesitated but slowly nodded, "Okay." He yawned, stretching as he stood up, taking the guard's hand only to see his mother in the distance.

"Mommy!" He said, waving at her, but she turned and began to walk away from him. "Mommy?" She disappeared into the night and the guard stopped him from running after her.

Logan's eyes were filled with tears, his head turned to the floor, "Get out!" His head snapped up, looking up to the throne where King Roman sat, a man who was once his friend. There was no kindness or friendship in his eyes now. Roman looked at him with nothing but anger.

"Roman if I co-"

"Do not address me with such familiarity, you have been stripped of that privilege!"

"Your Highness, if I could just ex-"

"There is nothing to explain! You dabbled in the forbidden art of magic, and you hid it from me, from us. How could I ever trust you again?!"

Logan flinched, "it was not my choice."

"There is always a choice, get out!" Roman growled and Logan felt himself falling. He had been born with magic, he hadn't chosen these powers. He had been learning about silver, trying to suppress his powers. He was trying.

Logan sat up in his bed, breath heavy as the memory still plagued his mind. His chest ached, and he knew it was as all due to emotions. He hated this, there was no easy fix for emotional pain.

"Logan! Are you okay?" By reflex Logan threw a pillow towards the door that had come swinging open, his body acting purely on reflex.

"Ah... apologies." He went to grab his glasses from the nightstand. "It was just a nightmare."

"A nightmare? Dee, we got a code black!" Remus shouted, holding the pillow Logan had thrown at him. "Now you can't go through a code black alone, come here." He didn't really give Logan a choice as he dropped the pillow on the bed and threw Logan over his shoulder.

"Wh-what are you doing?" Logan asked flustered.

"We have specific nightmare protocols." They walked into the living room before Remus dumped Logan on the couch and began pulling DVDs out of the TV cabinet until he found a black box sitting in the back.

"Remus, did you shout code black?" Drake asked with a yawn, rubbing the sleep out of his human eye.

"Yep, I've got the movies and blankets if you'll get the snacks."

Logan looked at him in confusion, "it is the middle of the night, you really don't need-"

"Shh... we have to get rid of the negative energy that creates nightmares."

This was illogical, "what negative energies?"

"Self-doubt, loneliness, and overthinking. That's why I don't think, ever!"

Logan blew air out of his nose, he highly doubted that but he knew he wasn't going to win this fight, so he didn't try.

Drake came back into the room with a bowl of popcorn and curled into the blanket cocoon Remus had constructed. Despite dating, Drake sat on Logan's right and Remus sat on his left, he was sandwiched in between them. He wouldn't admit it but the warmth was comfortable and in between the two of them, he felt less alone.

Logan began to relax to Remus' commentary on the cheesy Romantic Comedy he had put on. Occasionally he or Drake would throw popcorn at the screen when a character had done something immensely stupid. It made him chuckle softly and before he knew it, Logan was allowing his eyes to slide closed, falling asleep in between the two people who had kidnapped him. He shouldn't be enjoying their presence nearly as much as he did, but for the first time in a long time, he felt someone actually cared for him.

In the morning, he could feel fingers in his hair, gently rubbing his head, soothing all of his doubts. Part of him wanted to relax and fall back to sleep, but he could hear Remus whispering, "they aren't coming, are they?" That was right, he was just here as bait. He needed to remember that. He wasn't here to be their friend. Logan yawned, showing to them that he was awake and Drake didn't respond to Remus' question.

"Good morning, I appreciate what you two did last night to help me. Would it be sufficient for me to make breakfast as a repayment?"

"That isn't necessary."

"I know it isn't necessary, but I would like to."

Drake nodded, "feel free."

Quickly, Logan got up, making his way to the kitchen so that he could fall apart. How had he fallen for his captors? He wasn't some damsel who would fall to Stolkholm syndrome, but, for the first time in a long time, he had found people who made him laugh, who made him happy, who wanted to know what he had to say. This was not the first time he had had nightmares but it was the first time he had come out of it and not been alone. If he had spent time with them under different circumstances, would Logan be ready to jump into their arms already?

He pulled out the carton of eggs from the refrigerator. "Emotions really are the bane of my existence."