Imagine

Ch. 4

A few months passed. Logan had been making little progress with figuring out the secret behind the book. He had been avoiding opening it, not wanting to deal with another book character.

He was currently fiddling with it in the living room. Trying his best to match the language on the front to something he's seen.

"Sir Logan!"

Logan sighed, already feeling a migraine coming on. "Yes, Roman?"

"Your little box of sorcery is acting up again!" Roman exclaimed. "The screen has become the most brilliant shade of cobalt!"

"For the last time, Roman. It's called a television." Logan pinched the bridge of his nose. "And you press the 'HDMI' button, remember? You probably sat on the remote again."

"Thee has't done it again, Sir Logan! Thee has't did solve yet anoth'r problem!" Roman grinned, walking back into the other room.

"Lo-Lo!"

Logan frowned. "What is it, Patton?"

"Remus keeps poisoning my cookies!" Patton cried, pointing behind him.

"Tis not mine own fault yond thee can't taketh a gleek." Remus shrugged,  walking in behind Patton.

"Where are you even getting--?" Logan huffed, scowling slightly. "Remus, stop poisoning Patton's cookies."

"Tis not coequal a lot of poison! It wouldst belike leaveth that gent sick for a week, at most!" Remus rolled his eyes.

"Poison is poison." Logan told him slowly, as if he were speaking to a child. "Just like how your sword is a sword. Would you like it if Roman stabbed you every time you tried to cook?"

"It would not beest unusual." Remus shrugged. "That gent belike wouldst beest, if 't be true it weren't for thy dram boxeth of sorcery."

"It's a televis--" Logan took a deep breath. "Just stop putting poison in the cookies!"

"Fine, beest lame." Remus scoffed, before leaving the room.

"Thanks, Lo." Patton smiled, before walking out as well.

"Yo, nerd." Virgil poked his head in. "Microwave won't work again, I think it's busted."

"Have you not been listening to anything I've been telling you?" Logan asked incredulously. "The microwave doesn't work when you use it. Your powers cancel out the radioactive waves."

"But I wasn't even using my powers." Virgil frowned.

"You naturally give off your energy, Virgil. When you 'use your powers' you just release a large amount at one time. I've told you this before." Logan furrowed his brow. "Are you messing with me?"

Virgil snorted. "Yeah." He disappeared back into the kitchen.

Logan scowled, shaking his head. He returned his attention to the book, determined to reach some sort of conclusion.

"Hey, Lo--"

"I swear to god, if you ask me about the fucking televis--Hi, Janus." Logan nodded. Janus rose a brow.

"You haven't left this spot in hours, I wanted to check on you." Janus hummed, sitting down next to Logan. "Are the others annoying you?"

"Like you wouldn't believe." Logan huffed, putting his head on Janus' shoulder.

"Take a break, dumbass." Janus rolled his eyes, shoving Logan's head off. "You're not reaching any conclusions if you stress about it for so long."

"But they're counting on me." Logan told him. "I can't let them down."

"You know, napping is essential in mental health." Janus hummed.

"I'm not tired."

"Liar." Janus scoffed. "I can see your eyes drooping. You look like you could keel over at any second."

"I'll be fine." Logan grumbled. "I just need to figure out what this means. I'll go to sleep after I do that."

"That could take weeks." Janus frowned.

"If it does, so be it." Logan huffed. "I won't rest until--"

"I'm gonna do it."

Logan paled, staring at Janus in stricken horror. "You wouldn't dare."

"Oh, I would." Janus smirked. "You have five seconds."

"Janus."

"Five."

"No--Listen--"

"Four."

"Just--wait a second--"

"Three."

"Janus!"

"Two."

"Okay!" Logan exclaimed. "I-I'll take a nap."

"Perfect!" Janus beamed. "Go on, then. Lay down."

Logan sighed, obeying Janus' command. He put his head on Janus' lap, staring up at him. "Happy?"

"Close your eyes." Janus told him, beginning to run his fingers through Logan's hair. Logan eyed him skeptically, before closing them. "See how relaxed you feel? Isn't this nice?"

"I...I suppose." Logan murmured, already feeling his muscles beginning to relax.

They were quiet for awhile after that, but it wasn't an uncomfortable silence.

Logan wasn't suprised that Janus could see right through him. They had known each other for years; Logan could probably do the same.

It wasn't long before Logan found himself drifting off. He was barely awake, not really aware of his surroundings anymore.

"Hey, Lo--Oh." Logan heard Patton come into the room. "Is he sleeping?"

There was a pause, before Janus slowly removed his hand from Logan's hair. "Yeah. What's up?"

"Well, uh, I made him this."

Logan heard Patton lift up something. From the sound of it, it was made out of paper.

"What's that?" Janus asked.

"Well, I compiled all the languages I know onto here. I was thinking, y'know? Maybe the languages in my world are different than the ones here! He's been working really hard on figuring out the book, and I wanted to help!"

Janus chuckled. "I'll give it to him later. Thanks, Pat."

Logan didn't hear much after that, fully drifting off.

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