A/N; So I went through a period of writer's block and then suddenly a huge wave of inspiration right off the bat, too. My brain works in mysterious ways. I am limiting myself to this story, my other Jagan, and my Kames one at the moment, though. No more new stories until one's finished -she says hopefully. Anyway! I was feeling particularly inspired by a few different things, and I felt like writing daddy!Logan, and so this little thing came to be. It'll eventually be Jagan, hence the characters listed, but it's central focus is basically Logan, tbh. Rating's subject to change, too.

Reviews are awesome and very much appreciated! Hope you guys like it. Enjoy :)

-Kay.

Chapter 1-

It was nice that it wasn't humid. It truly felt like the middle of October instead of it being hot enough to still be confused for summer. The tree colors changing could be seen here in Minnesota, and it was a kind of nice change, because they mostly just dried and browned back in Texas. Of course, that also meant that there would be raking to be had once they were all settled in, but Logan tried not to focus on that too much as he gazed out the passenger side window of his mother's old blue Civic.

When the real estate agency that his mom worked for had suggested a job transfer, the seventeen year old boy had assumed that it would be a city or two over, not all the way out of state. A part of him welcomed the change. New place, new start, right? Of course, it was his senior year of high school, and there was another important detail to take into consideration for him, too, but the prospect of being somewhere new with new people who didn't know him was admittedly sort of exciting. Thankfully it was only about a month into the school year, so he wasn't too far behind –not that his independent study hadn't helped him remain caught up.

Naturally, along with the excitement came nervousness. The town they had moved to was relatively small, Claremont, Minnesota having a whopping population of 592 residents, which left for the assumption that most kids at the high school had known each other for years. Then here was the new kid, coming in having grown up in a bigger city in Texas. It might have been something that someone would call attention to, but Logan was hoping for practically the opposite. If he could get through this school year and finish off his high school career with as little attention toward himself as possible, he would be content. He just needed to get through his classes, make it through his days, and get back to his responsibilities at home. Who cared about dances or sporting events or friends? He did, of course, but he had learned in the past four months that some things took a lot more precedence over others.

As they pulled up out in front of the high school, his teeth worked anxiously at his lower lip. The car rolled to a stop and he blew out a breath that he hadn't realized he was holding as he turned in his seat to look back at the car seat situated in the back of the car. Logan's brown eyes took in the sleeping infant, tucked neatly into her seat with a lavender colored blanket, pacifier in her mouth. Driving always did get her to sleep pretty easily.

"She usually naps again around one." He murmured, thinking out loud, his eyes not leaving the child.

"I know, honey." His mother replied.

"And if she gets really fussy, I put one of her teething rings in the freezer before bed last night. That's been helping her lately."

"Logan-"

"She also really likes those plastic car keys, but you have to keep an eye on her with them because she throws them randomly and then gets upset when she can't move to get them."

"Logan, sweetheart."

Finally he moved his gaze to his mother in the driver's seat. She was giving him a slightly sad, but mostly understanding smile as he once again bit his lip.

"I am a mother, you know, and it's not like this is the first time you've left her with me." She noted.

"I know, it's just-" He turned back around finally, sighing heavily and tilting his head back against the seat's head rest. "I've been with her basically every day the past four months, and it's a new place, and she's just started teething and has gotten used to having me around and- Do I have to go to school?"

Turning his head to look hopefully at the woman beside him, he was met with a pointed look that told him, yes, yes he did have to go to school. Arguing the matter didn't seem very plausible, all things considered. He didn't ask his mom for much of anything anymore. She took notice to it sometimes and would tell him every now and again that he was still her son, still just a teenager, and yeah, he had a lot of responsibility on his shoulders now, but that didn't mean he couldn't fall back on her every now and again. He didn't need to punish himself, she said.

Which, okay, maybe he was punishing himself at least a little bit, at first. He figured he deserved it. Hello, here he was a high school senior, seventeen years old, with a six month old daughter sleeping in the back seat. Someone had to punish him for his mistakes, right? He very nearly winced at the thought, realizing how bad that could sound. Thinking of Faith herself as a mistake wasn't right, especially not when honestly, Logan loved her more than anything else in the world. The circumstances of having her, yeah, those weren't so great. Neither was her mother bailing only just a couple months after she was born. Never in his life had he felt more obligated to step up to the plate and really take responsibility for his actions.

At first it had sucked trying to balance finishing up his junior year of high school and taking care of a new baby, but thankfully most of the time he had had to really devote to taking care of Faith had been over the summer when there wasn't school anyway. Finishing up the last year through independent home study helped a lot, too. However, now, after four months of being home with his daughter, of not having to do anything but take care of and play with her for hours on end, he was going back to school. Eight hours away from the little girl before he could get back home to her. His mom was right, it wasn't like it was the only time he had ever had to leave her for anything, but that didn't change the fact that he was pretty sure it was going to be him suffering separation anxiety most of the day and not the six month old.

Taking a deep breath, Logan gave himself a stiff nod as reassurance before finally unclicking his seat belt and opening his door. He opened the back door to grab his skateboard from the backseat beside the baby's car seat, leaning over to kiss the child's soft, dark hair gently then his mom's cheek before carefully shutting the car door once again.

"I'll be home around 3:30." He affirmed.

"I remember, don't worry. Everything will be fine. Have a good first day, honey!" Ms. Mitchell blew her son a kiss with a smile before pulling out of the drop off area.

Logan watched the car drive away before huffing out a sigh and turning to go to the counseling office to grab his new schedule. Class was already in session as he walked the halls, finding his way to where he needed to be. Upon entering the counseling office, Logan's brow furrowed as he was met not with some desk receptionist he was anticipating, but two boys that looked his age. One of them was a bit taller than the other with sandy colored hair and green eyes that were focused on the cell phone he was tapping away at in his hand. The shorter, tan-skinned and dark haired boy was busy doodling with highlighters on a piece of paper that didn't exactly look like it was supposed to be doodled on. Logan cleared his throat as he stepped up to the desk counter, a confused expression still on his face.

"Um, hi." He muttered.

"Dude, we can't give out late passes anymore, they took the pad away when they found out we were doing it last week." The taller of the two boys replied, not bothering to look up from his phone.

"I'm here for my schedule, actually. Kinda new." Logan said.

Both pairs of eyes suddenly shot up to look at him curiously. Great, it was going to be one of those towns where new people were an exciting thing. He gave both boys a lazy half smile anyway.

"New kid, cool!" The shorter of the two dropped the highlighter he was holding and stood up with a bright grin. "I'm Carlos."

The other boy slowly set his phone down and stood up, giving the boy on the other side of the desk a nod and a small smile.

"Kendall." He said.

"I'm Logan. Logan Mitchell." He responded, eyes moving to the desk.

Getting the subtle hint, Kendall nodded and started looking through the file box set on top of the desk, searching for his schedule while Carlos kept his curious attention on him.

"So where are you moving here from?" He asked.

"Texas." Logan answered simply.

"Whoa, awesome! Is it true that everything's bigger there?"

Kendall snorted out a laugh and shook his head slowly, not looking up from the file box, obviously used to questions of that nature from the other boy. They must have been friends. Or his thought that most people here must know each other already was true. Either way, Logan chuckled slightly and shrugged his shoulders.

"Mitchell, Logan." Kendall said, cutting Carlos off just as he opened his mouth to go into more questioning.

The blonde laid the paper out on the counter in front of him, then set a pen next to it.

"Just sign on the bottom, then I'll make a copy and you're good to go." He explained.

"Oh! I'll grab a locker number." Carlos declared, darting toward one of the file cabinets along the small office's back wall.

Logan glanced over his schedule while he had the moment of quiet to do so. First period Calculus, second period Physics, third period Economics, a free period during fourth, just before lunch, then came English, then finally photography last period. Not exactly his ideal elective, but he had registered late and they couldn't give him two free periods, so they had to lump him somewhere. Sighing, he picked up the pen and scrawled out his signature on the line saying he understood that these courses were his responsibility and he had to maintain certain grades in order to pass, blah, blah, blah. Official school stuff that if his mind weren't elsewhere he probably would have cared more about. Hearing his sigh, Kendall chuckled lightly and gave him a reassuring glance when he looked up again.

"Just be thankful they didn't give you a TA period." He said, taking the paper and turning to the copy machine.

Carlos came bounding back then, a tiny stub of paper in hand. He slapped it onto the counter and pointed at the number printed on it to make a point of what it was.

"273. The 200's are over by the science rooms, between the Chemistry lab and the Biology rooms." He explained.

Logan blinked, "Yeah, um, is there like a map or something I can get, or?"

"No maps." Kendall said, coming back and setting the warm copy of his schedule in front of him again. "But we can show you where it is because-"

The bell ringing, signifying the end of the class period, cut the blonde boy off.

"We're done here right now anyway." He finished with a crooked grin, slinging his backpack over his shoulder.

Carlos grabbed his backpack and quickly moved around the counter in front of Kendall, throwing an arm around Logan's shoulders as if they had been friends for a long time and not just met about ten minutes ago. Glancing over his shoulder, Logan noticed Kendall waving a quick goodbye to the woman that was coming back out to man the desk in their absence before the two boys were both on either side of him, leading him out into the bustling school hallway. As nice as he figured Kendall and Carlos had to be since they were so alright with showing him around in the first place, he would have honestly preferred they just point him in the right direction and let him get there on his own. However, he didn't seem to be that lucky at the moment.

"Alright, alright. History classes are here," Kendall motioned to his left, then turned his head to look at Logan, "Wait, what classes do you have, we can just show you where those are."

Half-reluctantly, Logan handed over his schedule to the blonde who looked it over with interest. As they walked, a good portion of the student body that was walking passed them eyed him curiously, obviously knowing that they hadn't seen him around before. Shifting the weight of his skateboard at his side, Logan tried not to let it make him feel more on edge. He let Carlos and Kendall lead him in a general direction of where he hoped his locker would be, Kendall pointing out which direction he would have to go in to get to which specific class. The dark haired boy nodded along and toyed with the worn out sleeve of his gray jacket with the hand that wasn't cradling his board against his side.

"And, locker 273!" Carlos declared as they finally reached their destination.

Logan tried not to breathe a sigh of relief just yet. Kendall handed him back his schedule and he thanked the two boys for showing him where he needed to be.

"I recommend not going off campus during your free period. Cops around here are prone to assume you're ditching. They've got nothing better to do." Kendall advised, shrugging.

"Tha-"

"Yo!"

All three boys turned at the sound of the voice that echoed across the small hallway. There was another boy across the crowded hall, standing at his open locker and looking over at them with an inquisitive expression. He was tall, taller than Kendall even, which meant really tall to Logan, and had brown hair that looked like he had spent a lot more time than necessary on it. Evidently Kendall and Carlos knew him, because the tan skinned boy bounded across the hallway with a laugh. A bright, wide smile broke across the brunette's face as he clapped a hand with Carlos, then bumped their fists together before he glanced expectantly over at Kendall again. Logan suppressed a groan as the blonde waved his other friend over to them. The boy kicked his locker shut and tucked his binder under his arm.

"Check you out, actually making friends that aren't us. Good for you, K-Dog." The tallest boy teased as he reached them.

"Don't call-" Kendall cut himself off, taking a deep breath before rolling his eyes then shaking his head, exasperated, and motioning toward the taller boy. "This is James."

"I can introduce myself, thanks." James scoffed, then turned a smile on Logan. "I'm James, James Diamond."

"He says it like that because he thinks everyone needs to remember his name since he's sure he's gonna be famous someday." Carlos leaned in and explained in a hushed voice, earning an elbow jab from James.

Logan let out a chuckle and shook his head slightly. "Logan. Just Logan."

Up close, he could better see the color of James's eyes, and with a slight jolt he realized that for some reason he really liked it. He hadn't seen a color like it before. Hazel, he figured, but that didn't seem quite enough explanation of the color itself. The browns and the greens swirled together, only made brighter by the long, dark lashes they were thickly framed in. And- okay, it was getting a little creepy that he was just staring into some dude's eyes and getting all intrigued by them. Logan blinked and cleared his throat, glancing passed the boys, up the short distance to where his next class's classroom had been pointed out to him.

"We should probably get to class, right?" he said.

"Yeah, you're right. Mr. Tanner seriously bitches you to death if you're late, I gotta go." Kendall said.

He said goodbye to Logan and Carlos, bumped a fist with James, and then was on his way. Carlos muttered a quick bye, too, before bounding down the hall to whatever class he had for second period. Logan glanced down at his locker card for his combination, purposely ignoring the fact that James was still standing by him as he turned to unlock the metal door and yank it open with a creak.

"You should chill out with us at lunch." James declared.

Setting his skateboard down in the lower half of his locker, Logan bit down on his lip. It honestly wouldn't kill him to make some friends. The problem he had was that having friends meant talking about himself. He was the new one. They all knew each other, they didn't know him or the kind of life that he lived. Or the fact that he had a baby that was waiting for her daddy to get home from school. It wasn't that he was ashamed, necessarily, because he loved Faith and would do anything for her, but that was kind of a huge bomb to drop.

Hi, I'm Logan, I'm seventeen and a dad.

Didn't work.

Shrugging his shoulders, he half turned back toward James who was looking at him with an expectant look in his eye. Logan tried not to think about the color again as he looked at him.

"I guess, sure, yeah." He said finally.

James's smile grew into a bright grin as he nodded once. The dark haired boy tried to ignore the fact that he immediately noticed how the smile made those hazel eyes look brighter, too.

"I can meet you here and show you where we hang out after fourth period, cool?" James asked.

Smiling faintly then pressing his lips together, Logan nodded. James gave him a firm pat on the shoulder that shook him a little bit before he headed down the hall to where he needed to be. Logan blew out a breath, his brow furrowing as he turned to spare a glance over his shoulder at where the taller boy was headed. Where was his head even at right now? He had no idea.

Turning to his locker again, he reached into his back pocket, fishing out the wallet sized print of a picture of Faith he had tucked in there. A smile tugged up the corners of his mouth as he looked at the tiny infant's face on the shiny paper, her wide brown eyes being a reflection of his own. He glanced back and forth a moment to make sure that no one in the quickly emptying hallway was paying him much attention before bringing the picture up to his lips and kissing it gently.

"Let's hope the day flies, baby girl." He murmured under his breath, slipping the picture back into his pocket then shutting his locker door and heading to class.