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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.
--- --- ---
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: 2011-02-06 02:11 am (UTC)He stopped. He needed to quit trying to explain why he did what he did. It only ever lead to problems.
"I wish you didn't hate the club so much. I just sit downstairs and fuck with the piano or talk to the bartenders all night. Sometimes I go upstairs but usually it's just me and Zell or Roger. I see Joe. I wish...I wish I had you there."
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Date: 2011-02-06 02:22 am (UTC)He curled up a little, and shook his head. "I don't like it there- it reminds me of Harry," he said simply.
And Harry had been one of the few things the island had put in his path that had actually scared him.
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Date: 2011-02-06 02:36 am (UTC)"I'm sorry," Jack said softly. "I'll never make you come."
He went quiet for a minute.
"When we go back I'll ask for help with the club. Helen can't do it alone with the way she's banged up. Broken ribs and all."
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Date: 2011-02-06 02:39 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-02-06 02:48 am (UTC)This wasn't going to be easy.
Change was never easy.
Jack rolled away to lay on his back. He curled an arm behind his head and sighed quietly. He just wanted to be a better man and he was afraid that no matter what he did, Logan was going to hold this against him and make changing impossible.
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Date: 2011-02-06 02:56 am (UTC)He'd missed Jack, and upset or not, he found comfort in the familiarity of the action.
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Date: 2011-02-06 03:05 am (UTC)"Tell me what happened to your arm?" he said when he couldn't stand the silence anymore.
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Date: 2011-02-06 03:14 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-02-06 03:17 am (UTC)"Will you have a new nasty scar?" he asked simply.
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Date: 2011-02-06 03:37 am (UTC)"We should make up a fire so I can see what I'm doing," he said, moving to sit up. "It's been a long time since I bandaged you up. I don't think I can do it in the dark."
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Date: 2011-02-06 03:40 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-02-06 03:47 am (UTC)He should have brought a flashlight. He should have brought a lot of things. He didn't like to admit his shortcomings, how he couldn't see as well in the twilight or the fact that glasses made reading easier.
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Date: 2011-02-06 03:52 am (UTC)He was surprised by Jack's confession, but careful not to say anything about it. He could tell it was a sore spot, and he wouldn't prod at it.
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Date: 2011-02-06 04:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-02-06 04:15 am (UTC)He wet his lips and started to remove the dressing. "It's not as bad as it looks," he promised. "It's just deep."
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Date: 2011-02-06 04:21 am (UTC)"That looks...terrible," he said, pouring some water over a bit of cloth and dabbing at the wound to clean it. "You're going to have so many scars. You should start working on stories that make you sound like a complete badass. You'd get all the girls."
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Date: 2011-02-06 04:25 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-02-06 04:33 am (UTC)"It'll be fine. I'm just teasing," he said. "It's really not bad. Let's get this covered up again."
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Date: 2011-02-06 04:39 am (UTC)"You know I just keep getting hurt because you love scars so much," he teased softly.
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Date: 2011-02-06 04:42 am (UTC)"There," he said as he tied off the bandage. "Not too tight, right? It should do all right until we get home and I can do it up properly."
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