echolls_cursed | NYE post midnight

Slowly giving into consciousness, Logan let the covers slip away and opened his eyes.

Jack looked so calm and still, completely relaxed and at ease. There had been a time where Jack hardly slept at all when they were together, but now... Now Logan knew he was trusted.

Now Logan knew it was his job to make sure nothing happened to the Captain while he slept.

"Are you awake?" he asked quietly. "Jack... You awake?"

"I'm awake," he said without opening his eyes or moving at all. "I've been awake for a few minutes. How did you sleep?"

"Good," Logan replied honestly, pressing a kiss to Jack's nose. "How about you?"

"Hard...once you quit wriggling around," he smiled. "Dreams?"

"Good ones," logan replied with a yawn, stretching lazily and rolling away so he could spread out a little.

"You were in them. You almost always are."

Even his nightmares occasionally featured Jack.

"Good ones? Tell me," Jack replied, rolling onto his side to face Logan. He propped his head up on his hand. He never pried into Logan's nightmares, but good dreams...that was a temptation he couldn't pass up.

"No," Logan replied with a yawn. "You can't hear about any more of my dreams until the day you have a new one to share with me. A good one. One with me in it. I'm always sharing."

That made him quiet. He thought about that for a minute, then he nodded.

"Fair enough," he said finally. "If I ever have a new one that's good, I'll tell you."

"You promise?" Logan asked. "I liked the last one you told me. It was weird... but good. I liked the way you looked when you talked about it. It was hot."

"Of course I promise," Jack smiled. "I...just don't have good dreams very often. But the next time I do, you'll know."

"What kind of dreams do you have?" Logan asked softly, content to lay beside his husband, talking.

He rolled onto his side and brushed a hand over Jack's stomach.

"When I dream at all, they're usually bad. The day I died. Or the day I lost Gray. I dream that everyone here vanishes but me. Nothing good. Nothing I ever want to think about when I wake up," Jack admitted.

"You will never be alone here. The island couldn't drag me away from you if it tried," Logan said, his voice a bit rough, as if he was hurting just hearing the other man say it.

"Will you tell me about the day you died?" he asked softly. "I know you told me some of it before, but I want to know. I want to know what happened."

And it was unfair, he knew it was unfair to ask for Jack to dig up such a painful memory, but he wanted to hear it. Even if he knew it would only upset them both.

That day...he remembered every second of that day, and not just because it was on film.

"I knew I was going to die, no matter what. The Doctor was making a Delta wave and if it had worked, I'd have been barbecued, along with all the Daleks, everyone on the satellite, and pretty much everyone on the Earth.

But we had to fight. I did, anyway. There was no way I was going down without a fight. I told Rose and the Doctor goodbye and then I got to work.

We set up points to defend, but the Daleks kept coming and we kept falling back. The few people we had kept getting picked off, one by one, until there was just me. I kept fighting, though. I kept fighting until I ran out of ammo and I had my back to a wall. But I knew I was going to die...so it was okay. Fighting for something good? It was a good reason to go. It was the first time in my life I'd ever had something worth fighting for that was completely...selfless."

Jack paused and looked down, staring at a point on Logan's chest.

"But I was scared. I was really scared."

It hurt, hearing jack say it hurt, and his face crumpled as he leaned over and pressed a kiss to the other man's forehead.

He closed his eyes as his lips touched skin, emotions rushing through him. Jack had died. He'd died, and while Logan was aware of the fact that it hadn't stuck, that his husband would come back again and again in his future off the island, it still hurt. It hurt to think of a world without Jack.

"Love you, and... You are so brave. I couldn't have done that. I couldn't have fought like that. You- You are amazing. ...I'm sorry though, that you died, that you were scared, that you had to do that."

"Shh...it wasn't brave. I didn't feel brave, anyway. It was just something I had to do. I couldn't have lived with myself if I'd run." He sometimes wondered if that was what Rose really felt. If that was what had made her do whatever it took to get back.

"Don't be sorry. I can't be too upset. It got me here and it got me you. Right?" He didn't care about the other bit of timeline that he knew about. He wasn't that guy and although his future haunted him, it wasn't here and it wasn't now and he couldn't imagine that the man Ianto knew was remotely as happy as he was.

"I'm not sure I'm a good enough a prize, but I'm glad you're happy. You deserve to be happy. You've had too much pain in your life," Logan said quietly.

"That's funny, coming from you," Jack pointed out, reaching up to hold Logan's face so he could drag his thumb across his husband's lips.

"You are amazing. Love of my life, remember. I don't care how or why, just that I've got you."

"Why's it funny?" Logan asked, not giving Jack a chance to answer before moving on.

"Love of your life... Love of my life. Sounds like a fairy tale. ...We would make one seriously fucked up fairytale.

That earned Logan a broad smile and a soft, genuine laugh.

"We really kinda would," he agreed. "Definitely not the kind of thing you read to kids at bedtime. Not unless you wanted to torture them and make them cry."

"The kind of fairy tale my dad could get behind then," Logan laughed, the sound throaty and dry. "I would have preferred that to spending a night in the closet."

Jack hated the very mention of Aaron. There was nothing he could do, no way to fix the past, and it just made him sad when he was faced with just how much the man had damaged Logan.

"At least this has a happy ending," he said softly, rolling toward him to give him a soft kiss. "It's about time we got a happily ever after, right? I think we've both earned it."

"More than earned it," Logan replied, returning the kiss and stroking Jack's cheek.

"...Do you want to eat? I'm starving," he said suddenly. Though it wasn't a change of subject, at least not to Logan. The memory of being locked in the closet reminded him of how hungry he'd been that night. Sent to bed without dinner, and then punished again when he'd tried to sneak down for some left overs.

There were always left overs at the Echolls' house. Little pastries and appetizers from parties, or side dishes from dinners cooked by strangers who seemed to pass through their home like ghosts without names.

"I want something sweet," he added softly.

"I brought some cinnamon rolls, but they're downstairs," he replied, preoccupied with the kissing and touching. It was hard to want to get up and go get them, even though he was hungry, too. He was perfectly content to lay with Logan and just have him close.

"Mmm, sounds good," Logan replied between kisses. "Sticky. Sweet. Soft... Is their icing on them?" he asked with a soft and somewhat boyish laugh.

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