A/N: This drabble is based on a line from one of CP's previews for E27, which can be found here (just remove the spaces): cpcoulter. tumblr. com /post /9228822021

Disclaimer: All the characters own to CP Coulter.


"Do you realize what just happened? Considering who the hell you are, you were supposed to make sure nothing like this could ever—that all our sons—that my son—!"

The Senator is out in the hall, so Logan doesn't see him. But he knows from the slightest crack in his voice that it isn't big-strong-politician-dad standing on the other side of that door. And yes, Logan knows that doesn't make any sense, but he's not sure how else to put it.

In fact, he doesn't even know how to begin.

Because no one wants to hear this, and it just doesn't bear repeating. But when Logan was a kid, he had a different dad. No, wait, he had a daddy. A daddy who would sing him out-of-tune lullabies, and scared the monster away from his closet. A daddy who used to spend time with him, who taught him how to play the piano. A daddy who held his hand, and let him cry the night mommy walked out on them. The same daddy who disappeared the following morning, and was replaced by cold-dad, who made him promise to always be strong, to never show weakness.

"Logan?"

The prefect blinks, then looks up in surprise. Tired green eyes are reflected back at him, as the Senator steps into the room and lightly closes the door.

"You holding up okay?"

It's the utter defeat in his usually firm voice that does it. Because no one wants to hear this, especially not the Senator. But the departure of his wife broke John Logan Wright II as much as it broke his son.

"Daddy," Logan sobs.

In two quick strides, the Senator is standing next to him, and placing a hand on his son's shoulder. "He's going to be okay, Logan."

The Stuart turns his attention back to Julian, lying still on the hospital bed, then watches the steady rise and fall of the actor's chest. He reaches out and clutches his daddy's hand, because suddenly he's nine again, and losing someone important—and damn it, didn't he promise himself he'd stop doing that?

Logan can't help it. He chokes back another sob.

He instantly feels the grip on his shoulder tighten.

"Daddy's here," the Senator says, his tone almost soft. Almost convincing. "Daddy's gotcha. I'm not going anywhere."

Something deep inside of Logan stirs. And he knows that's the same thing his dad said to him the morning after his mommy left.

But the difference is, this time Logan just might believe it.