Hey everyone. So I think we can all agree that Logan, Clay and Sara's son, is probably the cutest kid ever. So, I was inspired to write a fic involving him and Clay. Clay/Sara will be prominent, but Clay/Quinn will be mentioned. So, I hope you all enjoy this! :)

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"Yes!" Logan said, smiling and throwing his hands in the air with happiness. "I bet you again, Clay!"

Clay smiled at the sight of his son smiling. "Yes, you did kiddo. I think you unseated Quinn as the undisputed king of Uno."

Quinn rolled her eyes at her fiancé as Logan asked "What does 'undisputed' mean?"

"It means no one in the whole world is better than you at Uno," Quinn said.

"Well, I don't know about the whole world," Logan said, cocking his head to the side as he thought. "The world is really big."

Clay chuckled. "That's true, buddy, but you are definitely the best in the room."

Logan smiled, which drew smiles from Clay and Quinn. Quinn started to clean up the cards and Clay stood up.

"Okay, Logan, it is bedtime," Clay said.

Logan sighed as he got up. "Okay," he said reluctantly.

"Go brush your teeth and put on your jammies, I'll be there in a bit to tuck you in," Clay said.

"Okay," Logan called over his shoulder as he walked out of the room and towards his bedroom.

It was only Logan's second night in the house, and already Clay loved how comfortable Logan was there.

That wasn't the only thing Clay loved, though. "I love that you're so good with him," Clay said to Quinn.

Quinn looked up as she put the cards back in the box. "He's a great kid, Clay. Besides, he's your son; how could I not love him?"

Clay smiled and wrapped Quinn in a hug once she stood up. "I can't wait to marry you."

Quinn looked up and kissed his cheek. "I can't wait to marry you, either. I can't wait for us to really be a family."

Clay's smile got even wider. "I love you so much, Quinn James. And I love how accepting you are of all this."

"Clay-."

"No, please let me say this," Clay said, not letting Quinn object. "I know this isn't how you imagined having a family, I know you probably thought that things would happen differently but I just want to say thank you for staying and being here and doing this with me. It means everything to me that you are still here with me and with Logan."

"Clay, I would never go anywhere," Quinn said, turning out of Clay's hug, taking his hand and looking him in the eye. "Sara is Logan's mother and she always will be. I know you're going to make sure Logan knows who she was and I want to help you do that. So, Sara will always be his mother but I am so happy to help you raise him. Sara would have been such an amazing mother and you'll be such an amazing dad, I'm just worried about how'll I do at this." She looked at the floor.

"Hey, Quinn," Clay said, lifting Quinn's chin with his finger. "You're going to be great. Logan loves you; he is so happy that you are here. You helped him overcome his fear of the ocean yesterday and he was so happy to give you his ring. You already have a great connection with him. You'll be great."

Quinn gave her fiancé a kiss.

"Have you told Nate about our engagement yet?" she asked.

Clay shook his head. "Nah. I figured you'd want Haley to be the first to know."

Quinn smiled. "Thank you. I'll tell her tomorrow or the next day."

"I'm honestly kind of surprised you didn't run out of the tent and call her as soon as I proposed," Clay said with a chuckle, earning him a playful slap on the arm.

"Hey!" Quinn said.

"Seriously, though, I am kind of surprised she doesn't know yet," Clay said. "I thought you'd tell her today."

"It isn't that I don't want her to know," Quinn said. "She is just so busy with Nathan being back and she just ran that Burning Boat festival and Jamie and Lydia are home again. I didn't want to distract her from anything that she needed to focus on."

"I get that," Clay said. "But this is good news! I want to tell everyone I know. I know we always said we were good with how we were, but now I can not wait to marry you, Quinn James."

"I am so excited to marry you, Clay," Quinn said. "You do know that the second I tell Haley and Brooke, the two of them are going to go crazy with wedding planning."

"Is that bad?" Clay asked.

"It is…crazy," Quinn said. "I don't care about having a big wedding, I just want to be with you forever, Clay Evans."

"Well, that can be arranged," Clay said with a jokingly mischievous grin. He looked down at his watch. "I'm going to go tuck in Logan."

"Oh, okay. Should I come with you, or…?" Quinn said.

"Actually, I think I'm going to go solo on this one, if that's okay," Clay said.

"Of course," Quinn said. She gave him a quick kiss then let her lips linger near his ear. "Then when you're done, meet me back out here and we can celebrate our engagement with the champagne I bought this afternoon."

Clay smiled, then headed for Logan's room.

He passed through the doorway as Logan walked in to the room from his bathroom.

"Did you brush your teeth and your hair, buddy?" Clay asked.

"Yep," Logan said as he pulled back his sheets and climbed into bed.

"Good job," Clay said as he pulled the sheets up over his son. He sat down on the bed, just past where Logan's feet were.

"Thank you for taking that picture of us," Logan said, referring to the picture he put in the frame with the one of Sara.

"No problem, buddy," Clay said. "It is important to have pictures of your family around, so you can always know that we always love you."

Logan smiled. "I love you, too. I'm glad you stopped wandering."

Clay smiled. "I'm glad I found what I was looking for."

After a short silence, Logan spoke up. "Can you tell me about my mom? Grandma and Grandpa told me about her all the time, but I want to hear what you thought of her."

Clay smiled solemnly. "Logan, your mom was an amazing woman. She was fearless and beautiful and strong. She had blonde hair, just like you," he said, ruffling Logan's hair. "Did your grandparents tell you how I met your mother?"

Logan nodded. "They said you when you were in school."

Clay smiled. "Yeah. We were in college. I met her when I bunch of people were hanging out and jumping into a lake. She was scared to jump in, but I convinced her to jump in with me on the count of two."

"The count of two?" Logan asked with a slight laugh in his voice.

Clay laughed. "Yeah, the count of two. I told her it could be our thing, something to tell our kids and grandkids about." He was silent for a moment, as it hit him again that Sara wasn't here to tell this to their child. "Your mom loved you so much, Logan. When we found out we were going to have a son, your mom was so excited. She couldn't wait to meet you and raise you and I remember that she was so excited to see you grow up." Clay was silent for another moment as he tried to swallow down the lump in his throat. "I'm sorry she isn't here for that, buddy."

"Why did she have to go?" Logan asked in the most innocently sweet voice that Clay thought his heart was going to melt.

"She had to go up to heaven, buddy," Clay said. "It was her time to go. I can't explain it, and I am so sorry for that. It was just her time. I just want you to know that she never wanted to leave you and she isn't going to leave you, not completely, not ever."

"I know," Logan said. "Grandma and Grandpa told me all the time that Mom is watching over me from heaven."

Clay smiled, hoping that his tears wouldn't overflow from his eyes. "They're right, buddy. Your mom is watching over you and she is so, so proud of you. And she loves you."

Logan smiled. "So what happened after you jumped into the lake?"

Clay smiled as he wiped his eyes. "Your mom kissed me and from then on I was a goner. That was the moment I fell completely in love with your mom."

"When did you get married?" Logan asked.

"Well, I feel I should mention that your mom proposed to me, I didn't propose to her," Clay said. "I mean, I knew I was going to, at some point, but your mom just beat me to it. It was right after college and I was worried about a job interview, so I asked your mom for fashion advice. She told me to wear a button down shirt, jeans, and a wedding ring because it made me look mature. When I told her I wasn't married, she told me to marry her. It was the third happiest day of my life."

"What were the first two?" Logan asked.

"The first was when I actually married your mom, which was the weekend after she proposed," Clay said. "Your mom's parents and my parents came and watched us get married by a friend of my dad's who is a priest. And the happiest day of my life was the day you were born, Logan."

Logan smiled. "So you and Quinn are going to get married?"

Clay smiled. "Yep," he said. "Actually, I wanted to ask you about that. How would you feel about being my best man?"

Logan made a face. "What does a best man do?"

"Well, usually the best man gives a speech at the reception, but you don't have to do that if you don't want to," Clay said. "Mostly you just stand next to me at the wedding and look more handsome than I do. Which, for you, shouldn't be difficult."

"I have to stand in front of all those people?" Logan asked.

"Well, you don't have to," Clay said. "You know what? You could be the ring bearer instead," he suggested. "Considering how clutch you were with the ring yesterday."

"What's a ring bear?" Logan asked.

Clay chuckled. "A ring bearer. You basically hold onto the wedding rings until Quinn and I put them on each other."

"I could do that," Logan said. "Will they be rings like my Green Lantern ring?"

"Probably not," Clay said. "But they will still be cool, I promise."

"Okay," Logan said with a smile.

"So are you all set for sleep, or do you want me to read you a story?"

Logan looked Clay in the eye. "Could you tell me another story about my mom?"

Clay smiled. "Of course." He took a deep breath, thinking of a good story to tell. He finally decided on a good one, then began. "On your mom and my first wedding anniversary, I was away on business. I didn't want to be away, but it was my first real job in the sports agency field and your mom knew it was important. So, she told me to go and that we would celebrate when I got back. We lived here in North Carolina but I was all the way in Pennsylvania trying to get a girl soccer player to sign with my agency."

"Did you sign her?" Logan asked.

"No," Clay said. "She ended up going into law enforcement after college. She was a nice kid, though. Anyway, I was away on business. I finished working around seven or eight or so that night, so by the time I was done I was pretty worn out and I missed your mom. So, I called your mom, because she always made me feel better. She didn't answer, though, so I figured she was already asleep or that she didn't have her phone on her. So, I figured I'd just go to sleep and go back home first thing in the morning. But when I went into the hotel lobby, I saw your mom. She drove all the way up to Pennsylvania to be with me on our anniversary."

"So what did you do to celebrate?" Logan asked.

"Uh…" Clay stammered, trying to find the most PG-version of this. He decided to skip over the parts he didn't find to be appropriate. He smiled as a memory came back to him. "We said hello to each other then went upstairs to my room and stayed up talking until like four in the morning."

"That late?" Logan asked incredulously.

Clay smiled. "Yep. When you are talking to someone you love, time seems to fly like that. We completely lost track of time that night."

"What did you talk about?" Logan asked.

Clay smiled. "Well, first I asked what she was doing all the way in Pennsylvania. She told me that when she woke up, she realized that she really wanted us to be together on our anniversary. Instead of flying up, she chose to make the seven and a half drive all the way up to Gettysburg. She stopped in each state she drove through and picked up something from the first store she saw. Before she left North Carolina she bought me an anniversary card. In Virginia, she bought a gift bag to put her gifts in. In Maryland, she bought a Baltimore Orioles baseball cap because someone I worked with had just been signed to the Orioles. Once she got to Pennsylvania, she decided to buy something at the gift shop in the hotel instead of going to a random store she saw on the road. She told me that she had no idea what to buy until she walked all the way to the back of the store and saw a box of discounted stickers on the shelf." Clay smiled to himself again. "She said she looked through the box for a bit, then finally found the perfect gift: a packet of Wolverine stickers."

"Wolverine?" Logan asked. "Isn't that the superhero with the same real name as me?"

Clay nodded. "Yep. Actually, you were named after Wolverine. He is my favorite superhero, and your mom knew that. Once I read the card and put on the cap and saw the stickers, I felt bad because I didn't have anything to give your mom. I had arranged for flowers to be delivered to our house during the afternoon, but she was already on the road by the time they were delivered. I dug around in my pockets to see if I had anything she would like but all I had was this really cool fountain pen that my boss gave me for my first big trip. I gave it to her, hoping she would like it. After that, we discussed how fountain pens never seem to have a good amount of ink flowing in them."

Clay paused for a moment, trying to compose himself as a certain other memory involving conversation about pens flooded his mind.

"Ah, anyway, after the conversation about the pens, I asked your mom about our future, about what we were going to do since I traveled often and what was going to happen when we had kids and stuff like that," Clay said. "To be honest, I was panicking, buddy. I was scared to be separated from your mom for long amounts of time or by large distances because I didn't want to make her spend time alone."

"What'd mom say to that?" Logan asked.

"Well, she said I would never have to worry about her being alone," Clay said. "And she said that she didn't want me to worry about her so much. She told me that she understood that there were certain things I had to do and that she loved me for having a dream and going after it. Your mom reassured me that I was doing the right thing, by chasing my dream. I wanted to be the kind of person that chased my dreams, because that was the kind of person your mom deserved."

"So then what happened?"

"Then your mom told me that she loved me and that everything was going to be okay," Clay said. "Your mom was always good at calming me down and making sure I knew it was all going to be okay. Then, she told me there was another reason that she drove up to see me that day."

"What was it?" Logan asked.

"Well, buddy," Clay began, smiling as the memory washed over him. "That morning, was the morning your mom found out that she going to have you. She decided that she didn't want to tell me over the phone and she didn't like to fly on airplanes alone, so she drove."

"Mom didn't like airplanes?" Logan asked.

"You know how you were afraid of the ocean?" Clay asked. Logan nodded. "Your mom was like that with airplanes. You know how you weren't afraid of the ocean when you went into it with Quinn? Well, ever since that day we jumped into the lake, your mom was afraid of heights unless I was with her."

"So she drove for seven and a half hours to see you?" Logan asked. "Because of me?"

Clay smiled. "Yeah, buddy, pretty much. We didn't even know you yet, but your mom was so excited that she wanted to tell me in person as soon as possible. That's why we stayed up so late that night; we were both so excited that we couldn't sleep, we just talked for hours about what we thought you'd be like and what'd it be like to be parents."

"Mom really loved me, huh?" Logan asked.

"More than anything," Clay replied. "You were her favorite person in the entire world. And you really loved her, too. When you were a baby you cried almost every night, but as soon as your mother picked you up and put you in her arms, you stopped. She'd sing with you and dance gently around the room with you in her arms and you'd calm down."

"And you love me, right?" Logan asked.

"Of course I do, Logan," Clay said. "I know I missed a lot with you, and I am so, so sorry. But I want to make it up to you and be in your life and be the best father I can be."

Logan smiled. "Thank you for finding me."

Clay smiled. "I love you, Logan," he said.

"I love you too," Logan said.

Clay smiled wider. "Okay, now it is time to go to sleep." He leaned over to kiss Logan's forehead then stood up. "Good night, son."

"Good night, Dad," Logan said.

Clay felt his heart swell at the sound of those words as walked out of the room, turned off the light, and shut the door behind him.

He walked towards the kitchen where Quinn was waiting.

"I'm sorry, I'm not in much of a drinking mood tonight, Quinn," Clay said.

"I figured," Quinn said. "The champagne is still in the fridge. We can save it for another day."

Clay nodded, but didn't talk. He sat down and stared at the floor.

"Do you want to talk, or…?" Quinn said.

"My son's mother is dead," Clay said abruptly. "The mother of my child is dead, Quinn. Logan, my son, is never going to have his mother. He won't remember anything personal about her because he was too young when she died. He'll only remember the things he is told about her."

Quinn walked over to Clay and hugged him so that he could cry into her chest.

"Sara's dead," he said through his tears. "I accepted that, I moved on, but…Logan doesn't have his mother and that is killing me. That is tearing me up inside. How can he grow up without his mom, Quinn? I can't even imagine how he feels; he is so young and he never even knew his mother."

Quinn rubbed Clay's back as his cries turned into sobs. "Shhh, it is going to be okay, Clay. It is going to be okay," she said, trying to sooth her clearly distraught fiancé.

"I know I'm not alone in this," Clay said after he composed himself enough to speak. "I have you to help me raise him and I am so grateful for that, but…"

"He still needs his mom," Quinn said. "I know, baby, I know." She felt her own heart breaking, seeing Clay so upset. She knew that all Clay wanted was the best for his son and now the loss of Sara is hurting him more than it had in years.

"He is never going to know her, Quinn," Clay cried. "He is never going to know his mother."

Quinn didn't know what to say, she did not know what could possibly be said t make Clay feel better right now she stood there, stroking his hair with one hand and rubbing his back in the other, all while shushing him gently.

"He's never going to know her," Clay kept repeating as he cried.

The end.

So this was pretty heavy. I planned on a lot of Clay/Sara fluff with a bit of Clay/Quinn fluff, but this ended up sadder than I thought it would be. I like it though. I like the idea of Clay breaking down because he can not handle the thought of his son not knowing his own mother. Logan was probably only a few months old when Sara died, so Logan can't remember her. I hope Clay's emotion came across well, like his happiness with Quinn at the beginning and his sad-but-happy-sort-of nostalgia about Sara and then him breaking down at the end. I hope you all like it. It might have been a bit OOC at points and for that I apologize; I am not the most comfortable writing these characters because I don't know them the best. But I hope it was close enough to canon for you guys. :) I tried to be as factual as possible with the stuff from the show, like Logan's ring and the timeline of them being on the beach and then sleeping in the tent that night. Please excuse any inaccuracies.

Please review! It would be so, so appreciated. Thank you so much for reading and have a great day!