Logan Echolls

Jack was sitting out on the porch with his tools, making yet another necklace or something for someone. One of his friends no doubt. In Logan's eyes, Jack still seemed to have an endless amount of those.

The younger man had been content to watch him a while, but eventually he'd headed back inside to enjoy the luxury of his laptop. He'd played some music, played what appeared to be an emulated version of Super Mario, and when he got tired of that, watched some porn. ...The kind of porn that didn't get him off, but somehow reminded him of stories Jack had told him. Stories about his past and things he had done.

Closing the laptop, he headed back outside, only to find Jack had moved to the hammock. Quietly, he joined his husband, stretching out beside him and resting his head on his shoulder as he wrapped one arm tightly around him. The last few days he'd been asking about Jack's past more and more, pushing the other man to show him and talk to him, only to have Jack say no eveytime. ...But even when Jack snapped, Logan couldn't stop pushing, and with the video he'd just watched still fresh in his mind, he pushed again.

"What's the worst way you ever killed someone?" he asked curiously.

It wasn't unusual for Jack to go out without him, but the hours just kept on ticking by, and Logan was getting more and more bored with every passing moment. He'd wanted to spend some time with the other man. Maybe go swimming or just sit out on the beach- But Jack apparently had other plans. Plans that didn't include him.

In the end he caved and took the dogs out, and after a long walk he returned to the hut just in time to see Jack heading up the stairs. He looked happy, and though he liked seeing Jack that way, he couldn't help but be a little annoyed. While he'd been home alone bored, Jack had been having fun without him.

"Hey, where the hell have you been all day?" he asked, Jogging to catch up and meeting Jack on the porch. "I've been bored out of my mind, man."

He practically dragged Jack away from the party, holding his hand tightly and grinning as he lead the way outside and into the snow.

"I'm sorry I'm so bad at parties," he said as they walked. "I've been trying though. I was really trying hard tonight."

Logan had never been the sort of child who tip-toed down the stairs to see what Santa had brought. He'd learned the hard way that peeking at presents never ended in anything but punishment. Not to mention the fact that Aaron had made quick work of ruining any dreams of Santa by telling Logan he wasn't real at a very young age.

There was no room for make-believe at the Echolls home. Not that it had ever been easy to get lost in a dream world in a house full of violence and anger anyeway.

So on Christmas morning, Logan didn't slip out of bed. Instead he slid closer to Jack, holding the other man tightly and letting himself be grateful for what he thought was the best gift he could get that year.

Jack.

Jack was still there. Logan hadn't managed to chase him off or ruin what they had. He hadn't lost the other man to someone better. If anything, he'd gained more and more of Jack as time went by- and that was all Logan really wanted this year.

Nuzzling the other man's neck, he hummed softly and then whispered, "Merry Christmas, Jack."

It had been a few days since he and jack had woken up ill, and Logan was feeling better.

Silently, he slipped out of bed, leaving Jack to get some more rest as he headed into the kitchen to brew some coffee and make some breakfast. It didn't take long, and soon he was standing at the bottom of the stairs calling for Jack to come downstairs.

He had a lot he wanted to get done. He wanted to do the tree and start talking about gifts. The holidays were getting closer, and this year they where going to be perfect... He was sure of that.

He'd heard about the wedding. It wasn't a huge island and word travelled fast... It hadn't taken long for it to get back to him.

Logan hadn't gone, in fact he had his doubts he'd have been welcome, and since Neil hadn't attended his, he felt no real obligation to turn up anyway. He wasn't great at weddings, and there was nothing worse than having your ex crash the party. He was pretty sure Neil hadn't missed him.

Still, he'd put together something small for his former spouse. A tiny wedding gift that looked a lot like a peace offering. Just a small wooden box that had been carefully crafted and was full of things that Logan considered essential. Weed, rolling papers, and a small hand carved pipe. The good things in life- the kind of things he and Neil used to share.

He didn't hang around Neil's much, but he did occasionally wander down to the Winchester, and today headed inside in search of Neil. He wasn't even sure the other man would be there, but it was worth a shot.

For the most part, Logan kept to areas of the beach he was familiar with, places where he knew the waves well and felt comfortable. Though that wasn't to say he didn't wander now and then, occasionally trying out new areas and mapping out new spots to hang out. Places where the beach was more private, or places where the waves were just a little taller and faster. It kept him on his toes and it kept him sharp.

Today was one of those days, and he'd wandered a good way down the beach before heading out into the water to check it out. Half an hour later and he was steady on his board- unaware of the fact that just beneath the surface of the water on his right there was a rather large and unforgiving group of rocks just waiting for him to fall.

Injuries happen, and over the years Logan's had his share. Twisted ankles, bruised arms and legs, even a nasty cut on his head. Sometimes the waves just didn't play nice- and today was one of those days too.

He couldn't have told you when he lost the board, or just what he'd done wrong, all Logan knew was that he fell hard, the wave crashing down over him as he slipped under the water. His head made contact with one of the larger rocks, once and then again as the wave hit. His ears rang from the force of it, water getting in his nose and mouth as he slowly began to lose conciousness. If he could have opened his eyes and gotten his head above the water, he would have seen just how close he was to the shore- and have known right away that he was only moments away from being dragged out father from it.

(from here)

The first thought that crossed his mind was how fucking scary Jack was sometimes. His voice, his eyes, his insanely strong grip...

The second thought that crossed his mind was how fucking sexy Jack was sometimes. His voice, his eyes, his insanely strong grip...

He struggled hard, panic creeping up as his mind flashed back to all the fights they'd had before they'd finally slipped into bed together. He thought of all the times he'd gone home bloody and bruised, and his struggle became genuinely panicked as he tried to get free so he could try and defend himself.

And then he remembered all the times Jack had pinned him down and fucked him so hard he'd seen stars. He remembered the filthy words in his ears and how wound up and intense the other man was sometimes. He remembered how worked up Jack had gotten when he'd patched things up with Neil- and how there had even been an occasion or two that he'd seen that dark look just for being too affectionate with Joe.

He remembered, and his struggles stopped as he met Jack's eyes with his own.

"I can't leave you. I don't know how to any more ...I'm not sure I could even if I did."

They had been planning the camping trip for a while now, and Logan had spent nearly an hour packing. He'd grabbed enough blankets and sheets to make a comfortable bed and a tent, some food, lots of water, and their toys. ...Okay, not all their toys, but their favourites. After all, this trip didn't have to be all work and no play. They were just picking out a spot to build in.

Zipping up the second bag, he looked over at Jack and smiled. "You ready to go?" he asked, grinning and offering him one of the bags. "I packed everything, so if there's nothing else you want to grab, we can go."

The stone was cold against his back, and the ropes that dug into his wrists and ankles were painful. His shirt was ripped from being yanked and tugged around, and he had managed to quirm his way into the cornor, his knees drawn up to his chest defensively and his hands behind his back.

He was alone for the time being, and the large room was quiet- but not empty. There were tools and furniture- and though it was nothing like the room he and Jack had used back in Neptune, there were a few pieces of furniture that looked familiar. Other things, however, reminded him of things he'd seen in textbooks and museums. Tools he knew the use for but never wanted to experience.

Shaking, he tried again to free himself, but there was no chance of slipping out of the knots John had tied. He was helpless, and Jack- Jack was gone.

His husband, his partner, his everything was gone. ( ...His life was as good as over. )