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It didn't matter. It didn't matter that they'd fought. That they'd tried to compromise. None of that changed the way he'd catch Jack smiling now and then as the other man thought about his thrilling adventure. It didn't change the fact that while Jack had been off playing the hero and having adventures, he'd been home. He hadn't been invited. Not even by Jack.
He wasn't smart enough. He wasn't trained. He wasn't good enough.
He was Logan Echolls- surfer boy. Nothing else. Nothing useful.
It hurt. In fact it hurt more than he was willing to admit. He kept it quiet, and he kept it to himself, but sometimes, when Jack wasn't looking, he found his eyes were just a little damp and that his chest ached. Jack would smile that little smile, and Logan would turn away to hide how angry it made him, and how hurt he was that he'd been left behind. That the other man hadn't thought of him or asked him along. That he hadn't made a case for him or found a way to involve him.
It made him so angry.
Today he'd gone to the office, two cups of coffee in his hands and every intention of making nice- but when he'd reached the door, he'd seen Jack's face- that smile, and he'd known he couldn't go in there. Not without pouring the coffee in the smug bastard's lap.
When he finally made his way home, he found himself still boiling over with anger, and after taking it out on the wall until his knuckles ached and bled- he'd known what he needed to do. He couldn't be here, he couldn't do this anymore. He'd packed a bag, grabbed a gun, and taken some of his personal things. He didn't want to be here- he didn't want to sit in Jack's shadow anymore.
He pulled his necklace off, the tiny shells choking him as he tried to calm down. He left the necklace on the pillow, beside a note that simply said. I'll be back eventually. I love you. It didn't occur to him that it might be a bit cryptic or worrying. He just wanted to go.
He left Linus behind and set off, not realizing that the moment he was gone, the dog would eat the note he'd left for Jack, leaving the other man no explanation as to what had happened.
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The second island wasn't so scary anymore, and he had no trouble making his way over and setting up a small campsite. He built a tent and a fire- hell he even managed to catch a few fish. By the second night he'd even constructed a decent shelter, since he wasn't sure how long he intended to stay.
The third day went less well. He'd gotten bold and decided to try and take on a shark- which had, unfortunately, ended with one of the baby sharks trying to remove his arm. He bandaged it well, but he knew it would make fishing that much harder.
By the forth, he was missing Jack- but he still wasn't ready to go home. His chest still ached, and he still felt like he was nothing. Still just a stupid surfer boy. The only difference now was the fact that he was a stupid surfer boy who'd run away.
He wasn't smart enough. He wasn't trained. He wasn't good enough.
He was Logan Echolls- surfer boy. Nothing else. Nothing useful.
It hurt. In fact it hurt more than he was willing to admit. He kept it quiet, and he kept it to himself, but sometimes, when Jack wasn't looking, he found his eyes were just a little damp and that his chest ached. Jack would smile that little smile, and Logan would turn away to hide how angry it made him, and how hurt he was that he'd been left behind. That the other man hadn't thought of him or asked him along. That he hadn't made a case for him or found a way to involve him.
It made him so angry.
Today he'd gone to the office, two cups of coffee in his hands and every intention of making nice- but when he'd reached the door, he'd seen Jack's face- that smile, and he'd known he couldn't go in there. Not without pouring the coffee in the smug bastard's lap.
When he finally made his way home, he found himself still boiling over with anger, and after taking it out on the wall until his knuckles ached and bled- he'd known what he needed to do. He couldn't be here, he couldn't do this anymore. He'd packed a bag, grabbed a gun, and taken some of his personal things. He didn't want to be here- he didn't want to sit in Jack's shadow anymore.
He pulled his necklace off, the tiny shells choking him as he tried to calm down. He left the necklace on the pillow, beside a note that simply said. I'll be back eventually. I love you. It didn't occur to him that it might be a bit cryptic or worrying. He just wanted to go.
He left Linus behind and set off, not realizing that the moment he was gone, the dog would eat the note he'd left for Jack, leaving the other man no explanation as to what had happened.
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The second island wasn't so scary anymore, and he had no trouble making his way over and setting up a small campsite. He built a tent and a fire- hell he even managed to catch a few fish. By the second night he'd even constructed a decent shelter, since he wasn't sure how long he intended to stay.
The third day went less well. He'd gotten bold and decided to try and take on a shark- which had, unfortunately, ended with one of the baby sharks trying to remove his arm. He bandaged it well, but he knew it would make fishing that much harder.
By the forth, he was missing Jack- but he still wasn't ready to go home. His chest still ached, and he still felt like he was nothing. Still just a stupid surfer boy. The only difference now was the fact that he was a stupid surfer boy who'd run away.
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Date: 2011-02-04 02:29 am (UTC)He caught Jack's arm and twisted it, hooking his leg behind Jack's and taking him down hard.
In one easy movement he was on top of the other man- pinning him down.
"I'm not hurt. I'm fine. I'm fine, and I'm strong, and you are an ass. I am done. I am sick of feeling like some useless loser. If you can't treat me like an equal, you can just stay away from me. Do you understand?"
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Date: 2011-02-04 02:37 am (UTC)"I understand!" he yelped, struggling and then going still for a moment before he tried once again to get up.
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Date: 2011-02-04 02:41 am (UTC)"Good," he said simply, getting to his feet.
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Date: 2011-02-04 02:47 am (UTC)He chose to go halfway and he just sat up.
"Do you really want me to go back and leave you here?" he asked.
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Date: 2011-02-04 02:53 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-02-04 02:59 am (UTC)He really should have. It was just another piece of evidence that he was dismissive of Logan. Inattentive. Jack slowly got to his feet and brushed himself off.
"I can't make it up to you, either, can I?"
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Date: 2011-02-04 03:08 am (UTC)He sat back down on his make-shift bed, and rubbed his face with his hands. "You never used to treat me like this. I was never fragile. You would rip me apart. You were molding me into a soldier. You tortured me- do you remember that? Now... I hate the way you treat me now."
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Date: 2011-02-04 03:15 am (UTC)He could only shrug. He had no good explanation.
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Date: 2011-02-04 03:29 am (UTC)"Then I'll leave you here until you decide to come home. You're a big boy," he said smoothly.
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Date: 2011-02-04 03:32 am (UTC)"Stay," he said quietly. "You can stay. The dogs will be fine for one night."
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Date: 2011-02-04 03:44 am (UTC)"I don't know," he said. "Are you sure?"
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Date: 2011-02-04 03:50 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-02-04 03:53 am (UTC)"You're not taking it, huh?" he asked, taking hold of the front of Logan's shirt. "What if I make you?"
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Date: 2011-02-04 03:58 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-02-04 04:01 am (UTC)"But you're not fragile," Jack said. "You won't break."
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Date: 2011-02-04 04:13 am (UTC)"Damn right I wont."
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Date: 2011-02-04 04:17 am (UTC)"Let go," he said, grabbing Logan's wrist to pull his hand away. He didn't try very hard, not when he realized what a tight hold Logan had.
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Date: 2011-02-04 04:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-02-04 04:23 am (UTC)He didn't stay down for long. A moment later he was fighting to roll Logan onto his back and to get on top of him.
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Date: 2011-02-04 04:35 am (UTC)"Bastard," he snarled, grabbing the other man by the hair again and yanking hard.
If Jack was going to pin him down, Logan would make him work for it.
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