Disclaimer: I don't own Zoey 101 – (if I did Logan and Quinn would have told everyone about them by now)
A/N: So here is the next chapter, now don't hate me after it. I like where I am taking it, very dramatic is all I have to say. Also thank you to all those of you who reviewed, I got like 11 reviews for the last chapter, it was great, thank you so much. Thank you also for the story alerts, and adds to favorite story and author, you people rock
By the way so you know, the Quinn portions are taking place earlier then the Logan parts, when they converge and are happening at the same time, I will tell you. So just thought I would clarify that.
Enjoy:
Chapter 3
And then he was running, running toward his life and his love.
Earlier the same day:
Quinn kissed Logan good-bye and went into the kitchen to do the dishes from the night before. She only had one class today and that was her afternoon, biology lecture, it was an hour lecture that started at four.
As she put on her gloves, and found her sponge, her mind drifted off. Logan had acted rather strange, the night before, and she couldn't decide if it was a good strange or a bad strange. Then there was this morning, he had been very sweet and loving and was very eager about them spending the night together. She really liked his new demeanor and she was happy to oblige.
As she picked up a plate, and was slowly washing it she heard a creak, she jumped. She turned her head to look towards the side door, where she swore the noise had come from. She waited, hoping it was nothing but her imagination, after a few seconds of silence, she went back to cleaning, assuming it was nothing.
As she placed the dish on the counter, her mind wandered again. What could Logan be up to? Why was he being so sweet? Then a sudden thought struck her, just as a bang sounded behind her. This time she spun completely around toward the source of the noise. She screamed, dropping the plate in her hands, which shattered everywhere. There in front of her stood Mark, a look of hatred on his face, holding a gun.
Quinn froze, her eyes flicked from the gun in his hand to his eyes, both images scaring her more then she knew. His eyes held flames, flames of anger and malice. His hand held a gun, she had no idea what kind of gun it was, but she knew what they did and how they hurt.
"M-Mark?" she stammered, she didn't know what to do. Her phone was on the counter, inches from her hand, but she knew if she moved he would see. "Wh-what are you doing here? How did you get in?" she couldn't remember leaving the door unlocked, maybe Logan did my mistake.
"I'll ask the questions," he raised the gun so it was pointing at her chest. "Living room, now!" he commanded.
Quinn knew better then to argue, she put down her sponge and backed slowly to the room her eyes never leaving the gun. She backed onto the couch and sat down.
"How are you?" Mark asked casually.
Quinn almost screamed. How was she? He was standing there with a gun at her, and he wanted to know how she was? What he nuts? "Uh…" she had no idea how to answer that.
"No need to answer," Mark's voice was malicious again. "I know exactly how you are!" he moved closer. "You're freaking great! Living here with that scum, Logan!" he screamed, placing the gun at her temple.
Quinn began to shake, tears streamed down her eyes. He was going to kill her! "Why?" was all she would creak out?
"Because you don't deserve to be this happy!" he sneered, slapping her across the face.
Logan ran, he ran as if his life depended on it, and it did. He ran to the house and turned toward the door, when he was caught by a policeman. He was a tall burly man and could easily hold Logan back. "No one goes in there," he said gruffly.
"But this is my house, my girlfriend is in there!" Logan cried, straining against the policeman. "Let me go!"
The policeman fought Logan for a second before he asked. "Are you Logan Reese?"
Logan stopped struggling and looked up at him. "Yes, now what's going on?" he cried.
"Mr. Reese come with me please," the policeman spread his arm toward a van across the street.
"Not until you tell me what's going on!" Logan screamed he didn't see any EMS or stretchers or anyone handcuffed, he also saw no sign of Quinn. "Where's Quinn? Is she okay?" he demanded.
"If you'll step over here, we'll explain everything," the policeman tried to usher him over to the van again.
"Not until you tell me what's going on!" Logan screamed again.
The policeman released him, realizing that he wouldn't move the man without an explanation. He decided to tell him a shortened version, hoping he wouldn't run off. "Mr. Reese we received a call from one of your neighbors about an hour ago saying that they heard screaming. We thought it was a domestic dispute between yourself and your girlfriend," he paused.
"But it's not, I'm right here. Why was she screaming!?" Logan demanded.
"When we arrived we discovered just that, we tried to get into the house. We were told to leave," the policeman paused. "What we have is a hostage situation."
Quinn sat up and took a breath, she had screamed, not knowing it but she had a bloodcurdling scared scream. It hurt so much and was such a surprise. She looked up at Mark, tears streaming down her face. "Why?" she whispered again.
"I just told you why, now stop talking or I'll pull this trigger," he barked. He then turned and strode around the room, looking at the pictures; some were of her and Logan, at the beach, at a play, or just sitting in the living room. Some were of them and their friends on picnics, at dinner and playing games. Mark sneered at each one and turned around only to find Quinn had inched to the edge of the couch. He caught her eye and she bolted.
He sprang to the doorway and caught her roughly around the waist, carried her back to the couch and threw her on it, backhanding her again. She whimpered, and felt a scratch from his nails, "I said to sit!" he screamed.
All of a sudden they both heard sirens, for Mark it was a cold, deadly sound. For Quinn it was the sound of safety and hope.
Logan stood still, "Hostage?" he whispered. No it couldn't be, not to him, not to Quinn. "Who?" he asked, still in shock, not sure he could take all of this in.
"A Mark Delfigglo," the cop read off his notepad. "Do you know him?" he asked, they needed to know the relationships between these people to accurately handle the situation.
Logan moaned, "Yeah, we do," he said.
"I'm going to need you to speak with one of your hostage specialists. They'll ask you some questions and keep you informed as to what is going on," he again ushered Logan to the van. This time Logan went without a struggle. His mind reeled and he didn't pay attention to where he went. He just kept thinking, why us? Why Quinn? Why? Then a thought came to his mind and he knew why.
Flashback
It was one week after the horrific outcome of the kiss. One week since Quinn had cried all the tears she had at Logan's door. One week since they both realized they needed each other, loved each other. One week since they had confessed that love so profoundly.
Logan had just left Quinn in her room. She was sleeping. They had watched a movie and she had fallen peacefully asleep. He had laid her gently in her bed, kissed her head, whispered a soft, "I love you," and taped a note to her bed. He would have loved to say there and hold her but he had other plans, plans of revenge.
He walked out to the quad, and the fountain. He was met by Chase and Michael. They were waiting for him. He walked up to them, stone-faced. It was evening, not yet pitch dark but dusk, stars were just coming out. He nodded his head at them both and they nodded back. They knew what they were doing.
Logan had been trying to concoct a plan of revenge ever since Quinn had told him what Mark had done. Mark had wanted them to break up, he wanted to make Logan look like a jerk, he wanted to break Quinn's heart. Logan had seethed, and ranted. He wouldn't get away with it, not while he still breathed. Both Chase and Michael had agreed to help; they were both angry at Mark for hurting Quinn and Logan.
They turned and headed to the basketball court. The same one where they had cornered Vince Blake and been beaten up themselves. Logan had told Mark to meet him there he said he wanted to "talk." He wanted to do a lot more then talk.
When they got there, Mark was waiting, alone. He really was stupid wasn't he? Logan thought as he approached him, flanked by both Chase and Michael. "What do you want to talk about?" Mark asked, hesitantly, as they approached him.
"About what you did to Quinn," Logan sneered. "You hurt her, and for that you'll pay," he advanced on Mark, Chase and Michael at his heels.
Mark backed slowly away, but a glint came to his eye. A mischievous, evil glint. "No, I think that was you," he said snidely.
"What!" Logan barked, his fist balling up, Chase placed a hand on it, pacifying him.
"You were the one who ran, the one who left her crying. I just helped her see what a jerk you are," he remarked.
"Well, you're wrong. Don't know if you heard but me and Quinn are perfect," he paused, and grinned at the frown that came to Mark's face. "She loves me and I love her and nothing you do will change that!"
They were still moving back, only feet now from the wall. Mark tried to move to the side but Michael and Chase blocked his advance. "We'll see about that," he stammered, it was an empty threat, he knew it. He also knew he was trapped.
"Now, we're here to teach you a lesson," Logan barked. Mark's back hit the wall. Logan reached out and grabbed his shirt, raised his fist. "Don't ever, ever go near Quinn again," he spat holding his
position. Mark's eyes registered both Chase and Michael's balled up fists and the angry look in their eyes. "Ever," Chase seconded. "Ever," Michael added. They raised their fists; Mark closed his eyes, ready for the blows. But they never came; he felt his shirt being released and opened his eyes to see how they had backed off.
Logan smirked look down at Mark's pants a wet spot had spread, he had peeded himself. "If that scared you, beware of next time. Leave us alone!" With that they all turned and walked away. Logan had accomplished what he wanted. To scare Mark, teach him a lesson. Now he would think twice about messing with him or Quinn again.
Mark watched them leave, shaking he looked down at his wet pants. He seethed with anger, hatred, and embarrassment. He watched them leave, one thought going through his mind. One day they would pay, oh yes they would.
End Flashback
Logan arrived at the van. Tears almost at his eyes. Had that one act of revenge cost him the love of his life?
A/N; So what do you think? Yeah I know you all are going to kill me, hoping Quinn is alright, but I am not telling, that would ruin the surprise. Review and let me know what you think.
