They Aren't Coming

//Day 8\\

Logan had not slept at all the night before. The week was over, and he had won his freedom. He heard the click of the collar coming off, feeling his magic powers race through his body again. It was a wonderful feeling, so why did he still feel so empty? Remus wouldn't look at him and he was surprisingly quiet. Logan knew that meant Remus had a lot on his mind so he decided not to say anything. He wanted to say goodbye.

"Well, Logan, we are sorry for the inconvenience."

Logan shook his head. "Strangely, I enjoyed my time here. I do hope you and Remus continue to be happy." Drake had washed Logan's clothes so that he could wear them home and Logan turned around to walk away. No one called after him, no one reached out their hand to stop him from leaving. He wasn't even sure if that was what he was hoping for, but he had been hoping for something. He knew better though, he was not meant to be loved, he was not the type of person people enjoyed being around.

A part of his mind begged for Logan to turn around, begged him to go back and ask if he could stay with them, or at least spend more time with them, but Logan was stubborn, and he wasn't going to get himself into another situation where he would be abandoned again.

He finally got to his apartment, dispelling the illusion and seeing that the door was indeed locked. He was thankful for that, it was another indication that Remus and Drake were not nearly as bad as Roman liked to complain that they were. Still, they had trashed his house a little bit when kidnapping him and there were a lot of things that he needed to straighten up. Logan started to get to work, sweeping the herbs off of the floor, picking up scattered trash.

He leaned down and picked up a book that was knocked off of his shelf, putting it back and tracing his fingers over the spines of the other books. He didn't want to leave them. He had not wanted to leave them. He didn't want to be alone.

Logan slowly began to slide to the floor, hiding his head in his knees. He wanted to read and share ideas with Drake. He wanted to listen to Remus's strange way of playing board games. He wanted to see the sparkle in Remus' eyes as they talked about weird facts. He wanted to practice magic with Drake. He wouldn't cry, he didn't need to cry. "It's better this way. They would have abandoned you as well."

"I wouldn't say that. I'm very possessive of things that are mine." The way the S was drawn out, Logan snapped his head up to look at Drake who was standing nonchalantly against the door frame. "Though I was thinking, rather than kidnapping you, this time, we could just ask nicely."

Logan stood up, straightening out his shirt. "We?"

"Hiya!" Remus said poking his head in, "I figured if my bastard brother and his lackeys don't love you, then we would."

"You don't need to feel obli-"

"We do not feel obligated Logan, we want you to be by our side." Drake's hand was held out in front of him. "We came to pick you up, do you want to come home?"

For a brief moment, Logan hesitated, but then he took Drake's hand. "That could be satisfactory."