Title: Monsters
Paring: Jogan
Word count: 1,407
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters. They all belong to the lovely Ms. CP Coulter. Except for Blaine, he belongs to Ryan Murphy. Also the powers are from CP too, I didn't make up their powers.
Description: Ok so I got part of the idea from the "Jogan five years later" prompt, part form CP's AU (the one with the powers and such, so this is basically a AU of an AU of an AU...o.O -shot-) and part from the up coming death, (CP, please don't count this as my guess there for counting it as a vote ;_; please don't!~) Its really not that long, I just hope you enjoy it!

The chimes sounded as he walked into the little 24 hour diner in the middle of Nevada. He picked a secluded table in the back to sit at. He began to count how long had it been now. How many days has he been on the run like this? He whipped sweat off his brow with a sigh. He was in the middle of the desert with a large brown over coat that he refused to take off.
A waitress materialized at his side.

"Can I get you anything?" He jumped at the sound of her voice. He was extremely jumpy these days.
"Uh yeah, black coffee, two sugars." He said, not looking up at her. Eye contact was difficult these days as well.

"Anything else?"
"Nothing, Thank you."
"Alright." She strutted on back behind the counter and began to fix him his coffee.

He tried to collect his thoughts. Where would he go next? Maybe he can sneak over to Vegas and get some money. He was running low. He needed to stock up in his medication, which was running low since he had been taking it religiously since the accident.
"Here ya go hun." He waitress set his coffee down in front of him. He thanked her and took a sip.

"Well, well, well." This new voice made him jump higher than before. "If it isn't birdman himself."

He got up and tried to make a break for it, but the burnet man held him back.
"Woah there. No need to run. I'm not even going to waist my time trying to catch you when you can just sprout those pretty little wings and fly off."

"You can just shoot me down with fire."
"Not worth my energy."
"What about the bounty?"
"I have enough money."
He sighed. "How did you find me Julian?"
Julian Larson gave him one of his million dollar smiles.
"I just want to talk. Sit."
He hesitantly sat and Julian sat across from him. He was very well disguised. Sunglasses, hat, lettermen jacket. If it hadn't been for the Julian's voice, he would have never recognized him. Julian studied his face.
"You look like shit Logan..."
"Thanks." Logan took another sip of his bitter coffee. "How did you find me?" He asked again.
"I'm shooting a movie in Vegas. I like coming here. Away form the Paparazzi for a while. I saw your mop of blonde hair though the window and decided to say hi."
"Oh how nice." Logan rolled his eyes.
"Where have you been?" Julian asked.
"Where haven't I been?" Logan scoffed.
"Florida?"
". . . Yeah, haven't been there. That would just be a dumb move..."

The waitress come up and took an order of coffee for Julian. There was a silence from when she left until she came back with his coffee. They started talking again when she was out of ear shot.
"They're still looking for you..." The actor said.
"The police or...?"
"Everyone. Blaine especially. He swore more than once to have your head."
"Wonderful... I guess that means Kurt hates me too."
"They all do really. Even the Twins turned. I think only Derek and I aren't after your ass. But of course after what you did-"
"It-was-an-ac-id-dent" Logan enunciate ever syllable as though Julian was a child.
"But still, you can't do that and expect to get off Scott-free, even if you are a senators son."
Logan pulled at his hair at the memory. He didn't mean for it to happen. He was pushed, and he was not medicated. All of them had yet to discover the full potential of their powers. Logan thought he had a grip on them, but like everything else, he was wrong.
"How is Kurt?" Logan asked.
Julian rolled his eyes at the question.
"You don't need to worry about him; he and Blaine are living happily ever after."
"What about the bounty?"
"Half a million."
"God damn it." Logan sat back and slouched his shoulders. "The whole damn country must be out looking for me."
"Pretty much. But if Blaine gets you, you're going to be so unrecognizable he might even not get the half a mill." Logan looked at him in slight disbelief.
"Thanks Jules. That's encouraging."
"I'm just saying." He shrugged. "Blaine's just as bad as everyone. Form what I hear he still can't control his powers fully, especially when he's pissed."

"Even after five years?"
"Yep. What you did really pushed him off the edge. I mean, he was really the only one who got a clear view of the whole thing."

There was another dead silence. You could hear a pin drop in the diner.

"So what happened?" Julian asked. "I mean I know there was a fight and shit but like, how'd you do it? How did that poor bastard get mixed into the equation?"
"I... I don't know..." Logan rubbed his face. He could feel his eyes fog up with tears. He hated thinking about it.
"I remember Blaine and I fighting, I yelled at Kurt or something, I can't even remember. And then I guess we started to use our powers unwillingly and apparently my eyes started to glow red or something."
"Ah, that explains it." Julian took a sip of coffee nonchalantly, like he was being told a pleasant story. "Houston though you were possessed or some shit?"
"I guess so..."
"How did you do it?"
"I said I don't remember! All I remember is getting seriously pissed off... and then... blood... a lot of it..." Logan looked down at his hands as if he could still see it. "I remember Van Kamp screaming his name. And then I just ran...well... flew..." He closed his eyes to keep the tears in.

"Dwight! DWIGHT!"

"What The fuck Logan?"

"Oh God! Dwight! NO! Someone get help!"

"He's losing too much blood!"

"I'll fucking kill you Logan!"

The haunting voices faded once he felt the warm hand on his cheek. Julian was reaching over and brushing the tears away with his thumb.
"I never though I see the day when Logan Wright would cry over some freak."
"It doesn't matter who it was." Logan hisses past his tears. He hushed his voice. "All that matters is... I fucking killed someone Julian... I actually wrongfully took someone's life. You know how fucking hard it's been to live with myself for the past five years?"
"Maybe if he's lucky he'll come back as a ghost and get on one of those ghost hunting shows."
"This isn't funny!" He slammed on the table and whole diner shook a bit.
"Woah, calm down." He said and put his hand on Logan's fist. "Ok I'm sorry. That was out of line." He reached into his pocket and withdrew his wallet. "How about I take you into Vegas and we play a few games? You look like you need it." Julian threw some money on the table for the waitress.
"With a half-a-million bounty on my head? No thanks..."
"Come on you look like crap. No one will notice you." He got up and patted Logan's shoulder. Logan put his hand on top of his and held it there.

It had been a long time since Logan had any human contact what so ever, so this felt good, to be touching someone's skin. His skin was hot, like it had just been on fire. Julian turned his hand up and entwined their fingers.
"So what do you say?"
"I don't want to go."
"Alright." He shrugged, he pulled his hand free and drew a business card. "Just... call if you're in trouble." He rested his forearm on Logan's shoulder and offered the card to him. "Derek and I want to help you... even if everyone in the world wants you dead..." Logan took the card and Julian was just about to leave when Logan did it. He pulled Julian arm around his shoulders and held it to his chest. Julian smiled while he wrapped his arms around Logan and chuckled in his ear.
"So much fore you being diamante."
"Shut up, I can't still break you." He said, running his hands up and down Juilan's arms, trying to feel as much of his searing skin as possible.
"Right..." Julian held on tighter and rested his chin on Logan's shoulder. Logan felt his pulse go though the roof. He could feel his heart beating against his hidden wings.
"So are you this desperate for a human's touch?" His abnormally hot breath tickled Logan's ear.
"We're not Human anymore Jules... We're all fucking monsters..."