Chapter Two

"Logan!" I grumbled "now look what you did. What are we going to do with him, we can't leave him in the hallway."

"Why not? I don't want him in here, I don't want him anywhere near you," he stepped back "are you mad that I hit him, because that really say's something."

"No! Of course not, but we're the only one's on this floor. Obviously if we leave him here people will know we had something to do with it."

"Well, Ace, what do you suggest?"

"Uh, move him!" I pondered, "the only question is where."

"Not in my house that's for sure!"

"There is no other place to put him, and it's not like he's not going to remember this. He could tell people or the cops or something. We could get into trouble!" I paused "Logan, we'll just put him on the couch and when he wakes up, we'll all talk, nice and calm."

He sighed, and then bent over to retrieve Dean, who grumbled something incoherently.

We paced around and waited for two more hours until Dean finally woke up. He was completely disoriented.

"Uh, where am I?" he murmured slowly sitting up on the couch.

"Logan stepped in front of him "In our apartment . . . sadly."

"Like I want to be here," Dean snarled.

I took Logans hand as I stood next to him "would you two settle down?! Please?"

"You ready to go?" I directed my attention to Dean "I mean, are you feeling well enough?"

"I'd feel better if you left with me," he said in a way he probably thought was sexy, but really, it was disturbing in so many ways.

"Don't you start."

"Oh come on, remember all the fun we used to have? You love me."

"You know what Dean, I thought I loved you, but I never really did. I never loved anyone, until Logan," Logan squeezed my hand once.

"You should go," Logan spoke up finally. Then he stepped away from me, and led Dean to the door in a completely gentlemanly form.

That's when it dawned on me. We had solved our argument, without trying to solve it. I wouldn't say anything, though; I would just let it fall into place.

Logan sighed and leaned back against the door. I was still standing by the couch, I hadn't moved.

"I'm lucky."

"You're lucky?" I responded "I'm confused. Why?"

"Because, you're mine. I don't mean that like I own you, but you know…"

"I know," I murmured, and slipped into his arms.

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