Title: Unanswered Questions
Word Count: 475
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
"Julian!" Logan shouted, rushing forward to where Julian lay, clutching his side. Blood spilled between his fingers, a dark scarlet in the light of the fire. Adam was screaming off to the side, where the twins had him pinned down, knife discarded to the side, glinting silver and red.
"GET AWAY FROM HIM! YOU—YOU MADE ME DO THIS, WRIGHT! YOU'RE THE REASON I HAD TO DO THIS!"
The old Logan would have been angry. The old Logan would have kicked his teeth in.
But not this Logan. This Logan didn't give a damn what Adam had to say. All that matter was Julian. Just Julian.
"Jules…" Logan said, cradling Julian's head in his lap. His eyes immediately flew down to the wound on his friend's side, the one he got protecting Logan.
"Logan…" Julian breathed lightly. He lifted his hand away from the blood, just barely. "You're…you're okay?"
"Of course, I'm okay, stupid," Logan said, regretting the words almost as soon as they left his mouth. "I don't mean that—I'm sorry—"
"Don't worry about it, Lo," Julian smiled. "Just as long as you're okay. It doesn't matter what else happens."
"Julian—listen to me. There is an ambulance on the way. Adam—he can't hurt you or anyone else anymore. You're going to be okay."
"Good…I wouldn't want anyone else getting hurt because of me…"
"Jules." Logan's breath came in harsh stutters. "Julian…did you mean it?"
"Mean what?" Julian mumbled, eye fluttering open and shut.
"That you're in love with me."
Julian laughed, barely audible. Like doing so was a struggle. "Yes. I meant it."
"Three years…" Logan said. "Three years, and I didn't fucking see it once. No wonder you wanted to leave."
"It's better this way," Julian said, head nodding off and resting against Logan's chest. "We never had a shot, anyway."
"And how do you know that?" Logan almost yelled. His voice softened when Julian flinched, "How do you know that?"
"Because I only get the person I'm after in the movies," Julian explained. "Things only work out for me when they're scripted."
"Julian…"
"Please, take care of yourself, Lo. It's all I want."
"Don't talk like that."
"Logan…"
"No!" Logan's hand trembled, like they had many times before. But not from rage. From fear. From fear and despair and—and heartbreak.
"Don't argue with me, ass. You're not the one dying."
"You can't die. You can't." He sounded so positive. Like Julian dying was an impossibility.
"What makes you think I can't die? What makes you so sure?"
"Because," Logan said. Tears spilled down his cheeks as he actually somehow managed a small, shattered laugh. "If you do, I'll never know."
"Never know what?" Julian asked.
"If I…If I can love you back."