Disclaimer: I do not own Zoey 101. Or this Idea.

Dedicated to my friend schillingklaus


Logan was laying down on the single bed staring at the ceiling. This was just not a good day for him, he couldn't think of anything he'd done to deserve this. That's a lie. He could think of a few things he'd done that could maybe equal the day he'd been having. He cussed mentally.

Well thanks Mr. God. He thought. You know you could have sent me a sign, a warning of sorts to let me know that this was coming. You know like a voice in my head saying 'If you continue on this path you're headed for unthinkable pain'. Something all freaky and such like that. Logan rolled his eyes. Of course he had one of those voices in his head, he just usually ignored it. Too late to regret that now.

"What are you doing on my bed?" The voice cut through his inward grumbling. "More than that, how did you even get here?"

Logan didn't look at the source of the voice, "By plane."

"Not what I was asking. I locked the door before I left."

"Oh that, I picked it." Logan shrugged against the sheets.

"You picked my lock?" He could hear the dangerous edge in the voice.

"Not the point." He brushed it off.

"Point being?"

"Point being: I'm having a really bad day." Logan heard a chair squeak a few paces from where he was laying.

"You're wasting your time." The venomous tone had disappeared.

"I know that." He sighed. "But I didn't know what else to do or where else to go." He turned his head and looked towards the chair.

"So you jumped on a plane and came here?"

"I didn't need to jump on a plane… I do own one." Logan stared in a completely obvious way.

"You're insufferable." The way the words seemed to float out of her mouth made Logan chuckle.

"You've said that before." He reminded her. Her hazel eyes flashed at him as if saying 'and it's still true now'.

She opened her mouth and let out a hard breath trying to move a stray strand of caramel colored hair from her face. Her eyes were going cross-eyed in the attempt and the curl stayed firmly in her line of vision.

"Geez, this curl is about as stubborn as you." She complained. Logan laughed out loud, he got up and walked the few paces to her desk.

"All you have to do with stubborn things" He began, "is be gentle with them." And then he reached over touched the strand of hair and softly moved it out of her face. "Just like that." His hand grazed the side of her cheek on its way back down.

"I had that under control." She grumbled through her dazed state.

Logan smiled, "of course you did. But it would have been a shame if your eyes got stuck in that silly position."

She pushed him backwards and he stumbled back onto the bed. "What are you here for? I have things to do."

"Like what?" He challenged.

"Not the point." She replied. "I come back from class and you're on my bed, in my room, and without a purpose apparently." She gave him a pointed look. "Anything would be more entertaining than watching you lounge around in my room."

There was silence for a moment before Logan spoke.

"Did I ever tell you that I have a girlfriend?" He asked. She shook her head.

"Well... I do." He sighed. "Well sort of." She didn't speak.

"I'm dating Quinn." The words came out of his mouth like word vomit.

"Quinn…? As in Quinn Quinn? Like nerdy, weird, totally strange Quinn?" The surprise in her voice felt like daggers being shot through him.

"One and the same." He didn't even try to defend his girlfriend. She was all of those things.

The chair squeaked and a giggle escaped her lips, which she tried in vain to cover with a cough.

"Oh shut up, she's not as bad as we thought." He spat. But he wasn't sure whether it was him he was trying to defend or his girlfriend. "She's actually pretty cute when she takes her glasses off."

"Gag." The girl joked.

"Fine!" He shouted. "She's not. Whatever." No one said anything.

"Dude…" She said quietly. "I didn't mean to upset you… I was just surprised." Logan stood up and faced her.

"No." Logan said angrily. "No you're being a sadistic bitch." He turned away from her and started towards the door. "I came here because I thought you'd actually listen to me. But I was wrong. You don't care about me at all."

"Logan, wait." Her voice was pleading. Logan's hand was on the door knob but he didn't turn it. He stood there like a statue.

"Logan…" She walked up behind him and put her hand on his shoulder. Logan turned around looked at her for only a moment and then wrapped his arms around her in a tight hug.

"Just don't move." He said, his voice cracking. And so they stood there in this hug, she waited for his shoulders to stop trembling before she spoke.

"What happened?" Her voice was like chocolate to him. Like melted chocolate seeping through his body and filling him with sweetness. It was impossible to not trust her.

"She was using me." He replied, his arms still tightly wrapped around her figure. "I was at school this morning and I was going to pick her up from her dorm, you know get breakfast before going to class. And she was on her cell and I heard her." He sucked in a breath. "She was telling whoever it was that she was only with me so she could get financial help for her 'projects'."

There was another small tremble in his shoulders and then a long breath.

"You want me to kick her ass for you?" She asked hopelessly. She didn't know what to say, comforting was not one of her more amiable traits. Logan let out a wet laugh.

"That's okay." He said. Slowly he unwrapped himself from her and smiled. "Sorry, I'm such a mess."

Dana reached up her hand hesitantly and wiped away the wet splotches on his face.

"On the bright side, you're in France and I know where we can get some really good ice cream." She smiled at him.

Logan ran his hand through his hair. "Why wasn't it you?"

"Well because I would never use you to create creepy experiments." She said. "You saying you'd want it to have been me that sent you off crying?" She raised her eye brow at him.

"No." He said softly. "I mean… why wasn't it you… that I ended up with."

"Oh." Dana said awkwardly. Silence.

"Probably because you never asked." She gave him a crooked smile.

Logan gave her a look. "That's it?" He asked. "So if I had asked I could have been with you and avoided this entire situation?"

Dana let out an exasperated breath. "I don't know! It never happened. You never asked. How am I supposed to know how it would have turned out?" She turned her head towards the door as her cheeks began to tint pink. "Let's just go get ice cream, shall we?"

"Hello?"

"Hi." Dana replied, looking at him while rolling her eyes. "Oh." She said as the pink color deepened. "You're not talking to me." She looked away from him quickly while he held his phone to his ear.

"Uh, Quinn… I'm going to have to break up with you." Logan pulled the phone away from his ear as shouting could be heard from the other end.

"Ouch." He said. "Why?" The reasons why he should break up with her rushed through his head all at once. She's been using me, she's weird and always trying to test her projects on me, she's anti-social, she never wants to do anything I want to do… and. He looked up at Dana who was desperately trying to put on her shoes and bat her hair out of her face at the same time. The picture was so funny he almost laughed. And..

"I'm in love with someone else."

Dana's head snapped up at the words and her eyes met with Logan's. Her face was covered with her hair and he was holding his phone away from his ear, ignoring the loud noises coming from it. She was still crouched over holding her foot up and her hand trying to put the shoe on and he was smiling down at her.

"Why do you always stare at me like that?" Were the first words that left her mouth.

"Because you're beautiful." He replied. "Want some help, princess?" He bent down on one knee and took her shoe from her hand. She pushed her hair out of her face with both hands as he bent over and put on her shoe.

"I guess this makes you my Cinderella." He winked. She rolled her eyes, or at least tried to. She was a little flabbergasted at his mood swing.

"If you start calling yourself Prince Charming I'm going to have to murder you in cold blood." She retorted.

Logan laughed again.

"Stop laughing!" She commanded. "It's not funny. A moment ago you were crying on me and now you're laughing. I don't get it." She stood up and looked down at him.

"I meant it when I said 'why wasn't it you?'" He looked up at her, not bothering to stand to her level. "It should have been you." Dana slid down the wall.

"It's always been you." He whispered in her ear. Dana just stared at him when he leaned in to kiss her. She only felt her eyes close when his lips met with hers and the sparks she's always been waiting for floated through her veins.

They broke apart after a moment and Logan smiled at her.

"So how about that ice cream?"


So uh, that's that.

Idea #1. Thanks to schillingklaus!

Interesting making Quinn the bad guy, I hadn't thought of that before. But it's understandable. She does look like a mad scientist. I really liked your idea, it was great and I'd never even pictured it before. Same with your other ideas, I'm looking forward to working on them.

Hope that was satisfactory : )

I will be working on 'Standing' next, so look forward to that : )

Yours, Jiade103