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Oct. 9th, 2008 01:40 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
echolls_cursedNormal. Conventional, ordinary, standard… All words that could have been used to describe Logan’s week since his little tree mishap on Monday. In fact, things had been so normal, that it was almost suspicious. There had been walks in the rain by himself, hot meals cooked in the compound, showers taken and books read. He’d spent his mornings wishing for sunshine and surf, evenings playing guitar with Joe when he could, and the space between keeping out of people’s way and off the radar.
Normal. Just… normal stuff.
He’d been carefully limiting his exposure to Jack. Limiting his time with the other man in an attempt to stop his walls from crumbling any more than they already had. He was aware of how far Jack was creeping into his life, and even more aware of how the other man had shattered his boundaries without even trying. It was dangerous, and Logan was starting to learn to keep his distance.
Jack, for his part, seemed to still be feeling something like remorse for having caused Logan to worry while he was gone, and in return had started offering up tidbits of information and small invitations. This time it was to have Logan come see him play ball on Sunday, and though the younger man had nodded and even offered a grin as he assured Jack he’d come and cheer him on, he’d never had any intention of going. Not really.
He wasn’t going to be another one of Jack’s little groupies, and as much as he enjoyed having the other man around, he needed to make sure Jack understood that. He needed to keep himself in control, He needed to not get any more attached than he already was.
It was worth the gamble of Jack going home with someone else, worth the risk of not seeing him all weekend, if only so he’d know he had a little power. …If only because he knew that staying away would only bring Jack around sooner.
It was all one big head game, and Logan was determined to win.
Sitting in the main room of the hut, Logan wasn’t thinking about that at all though, despite the fact that he was dimly aware that the game would be over by now. No, instead he was looking over the items he had lined up on the table. From the thick rope he’d woven by hand out of vines he’d found in the jungle, to the leather holster he’d found in the clothes box that seemed to fit his gun perfectly. Each laid out on either side of a book all about survival.
Normal, that was the word, but Logan was building towards something that was anything but.
His last attempt to head up the mountain on his own had been foiled by the rain, but that didn’t mean he’d given up. In fact, it just made him want it that much more, and what had started off as a simple plan to head up the mountain and find the spot Joe had shown him, he now had grander plans.
Logan was planning a trip to see the dinosaurs. A real trip this time, not just some pussyfooting BS of wandering and observing from a distance. No, this time he was going in.
Secretly, of course. He had his doubts anyone would let him head out that way alone if they’d known that was what he was up to. But it was either that or the second island, and Logan was sadly lacking a boat.
He was going though, and this time the weather wouldn’t stop him. It would take more than a force of nature to hold him back. On Monday he’d set out with Linus in tow, nothing but a note left behind to let people know where he’d slipped off to.
For now though, Logan would simply wait, sure that Harkness would turn up eventually. Harkness, or whoever else.
Normal. Just… normal stuff.
He’d been carefully limiting his exposure to Jack. Limiting his time with the other man in an attempt to stop his walls from crumbling any more than they already had. He was aware of how far Jack was creeping into his life, and even more aware of how the other man had shattered his boundaries without even trying. It was dangerous, and Logan was starting to learn to keep his distance.
Jack, for his part, seemed to still be feeling something like remorse for having caused Logan to worry while he was gone, and in return had started offering up tidbits of information and small invitations. This time it was to have Logan come see him play ball on Sunday, and though the younger man had nodded and even offered a grin as he assured Jack he’d come and cheer him on, he’d never had any intention of going. Not really.
He wasn’t going to be another one of Jack’s little groupies, and as much as he enjoyed having the other man around, he needed to make sure Jack understood that. He needed to keep himself in control, He needed to not get any more attached than he already was.
It was worth the gamble of Jack going home with someone else, worth the risk of not seeing him all weekend, if only so he’d know he had a little power. …If only because he knew that staying away would only bring Jack around sooner.
It was all one big head game, and Logan was determined to win.
Sitting in the main room of the hut, Logan wasn’t thinking about that at all though, despite the fact that he was dimly aware that the game would be over by now. No, instead he was looking over the items he had lined up on the table. From the thick rope he’d woven by hand out of vines he’d found in the jungle, to the leather holster he’d found in the clothes box that seemed to fit his gun perfectly. Each laid out on either side of a book all about survival.
Normal, that was the word, but Logan was building towards something that was anything but.
His last attempt to head up the mountain on his own had been foiled by the rain, but that didn’t mean he’d given up. In fact, it just made him want it that much more, and what had started off as a simple plan to head up the mountain and find the spot Joe had shown him, he now had grander plans.
Logan was planning a trip to see the dinosaurs. A real trip this time, not just some pussyfooting BS of wandering and observing from a distance. No, this time he was going in.
Secretly, of course. He had his doubts anyone would let him head out that way alone if they’d known that was what he was up to. But it was either that or the second island, and Logan was sadly lacking a boat.
He was going though, and this time the weather wouldn’t stop him. It would take more than a force of nature to hold him back. On Monday he’d set out with Linus in tow, nothing but a note left behind to let people know where he’d slipped off to.
For now though, Logan would simply wait, sure that Harkness would turn up eventually. Harkness, or whoever else.
