AN: I promise that the next chapter will be back to school, but sunday morning has to happen first... keep reviewing!

Part 14

Duncan becomes a bit of a wet noodle when he drinks, after about fifteen minutes in the car he's asleep, which is a pain in the ass to deal with. Logan on the other hand becomes chatty; he wants to talk about everything, which is almost as bit a pain as Duncan's semi-unconsciousness. Logan started talking about the night, about going over to Dick's house so that they could unwind, Dick being about as smart as the carpet, hadn't heard about Logan's dad yet, and was thrilled to have them over. About three in the morning, someone let it slip, wondering why the murder's son was hanging out at the house, this got Duncan angry, which in turn got them both kicked out. Logan moved on to his father, cursing and yelling and crying about how horrible the man was, no one in the car felt inclined to disagree with Logan, the problem was the decibel level that Logan used to share the information, which got Weevil and I complaining. What really pissed me off, and I could tell that it was making Weevil a little more then uncomfortable, was Logan's decision to declare his unending love for me, then trying to hurl himself into my seat, luckily he didn't take his seatbelt off first, and only managed to ram himself right back into his seat. This was about the time that Weevil pronounced that he would be taking care of the boys, and I would be sleeping. I was tired and a little more then grumpy, so I just agreed to avoid anymore confrontation.

It took all three of us, me, Weevil and my father, to get Duncan into my room from the car. Logan spent that time cleaning up the mess he had made of the back seat, and was informed by my father that his throwing up had earned him the coveted floor bed. Logan said nothing, because at this point he had come down off of his buzz and was a bit more human, if not grumpy at the fact that he wasn't all that drunk anymore. Duncan was unconscious as soon as he was in bed, not that he was all that with it before.

Logan settled himself onto the floor of my bedroom and fell asleep. Weevil came out into the living room to tuck me in.

"I have this urge to comment on your choice of men." He sat down on the chair next to the couch while I made my bed.

"Are you counting yourself in this?"

"V, I'm the leader of a biker gang, I have a juvenile record that your father knows backwards and forwards, I'm not earning any points."

"But my father trusts you."

"That doesn't mean I didn't get a pretty hefty lecture on the consequences of my actions, I got a good one about, if either you or I end up in jail on anything but trumped up charges from Lamb, that I'm not aloud to see you again."

"Even if I land myself in jail?" I would be lying if I said that this surprised me.

"Yeah, even then." Weevil scooted closer to the couch as I laid down, stroking my hair, which was rapidly putting me to sleep.

"I'll do my best. But you got to do something for me."

"Anything."

"Go get the trash can out of the bathroom and put it between Logan and Duncan, one of them is going to need it before morning."

"How often do you do this?"

"Too often, remember, I've been friends with the two of them for a long time, it's just been a while since I've had to take care of both of them. Then again, back then there where three people for me to take care of."

"Your too good to them, V." He got up and did what I asked. I was asleep before he got back.

Sunday dawned entirely too early. Weevil was asleep, sitting up, on the chair next to the couch I had been sleeping on. We hadn't even been dating a day, and he had already slept over, I filed that tidbit away for further thought, and then went to check on the boys.

Duncan was still fast asleep, snoring loudly enough to wake the dead, funny how you forget about these fun facts, when you're away from someone long enough, you forget that they do things that really annoy you, entirely to preserve the memories that are good. Duncan's snoring was one of those things that I wished that I could continue to forget. Logan on the other hand, was not sleeping, though he was pretending to. He had his hand thrown over his eyes, in attempt to block out not only the sun, but I expect in attempt to block out Duncan's existence, he was doing a lousy job of both.

"Logan, I know you're awake." He groaned at me and tried to turn over, then thought better of it. "You only make that face when you're pretending to be asleep."

"Go away, your annoying."

"Get up, we'll get you in the shower, and you can use the bathroom, you'll feel better. I want you to throw up before I give you the aspirin, not after."

"You just want to get me naked."

"I said in the shower, not naked, I intend on putting you fully clothed in the shower, dad and Weevil are both still sleeping, and I'm not dealing with a hung over naked ex-boyfriend this morning, I've only had three hours of sleep, and I'm grumpy."

"I'm not going to throw up."

"Yes you are."

"Am not."

"What are you five? You always wake up; get in the shower and puke, it's what you do after a night of heavy drinking."

"It's not fair that you know me too well." He attempted to pout, and then turned green. "Okay, I'm ready for that shower now."

It took us almost five minutes to get to the bathroom, and then Logan sat on the toilet while I adjusted the temperature of the water, and helped him out of his shirt and jeans, before hauling him into the shower in his boxers. As predicted, ten minutes into his shower, Logan jumped out of the tub and proceeded to empty his stomach into the toilet, I sat dutifully by and rubbed his back until he was done, and got him back into the shower, and encouraged him to use soap.

Weevil stuck his head in the bathroom door, which was open.

"There you are, Duncan's up," he paused looking in at Logan's silhouette in the shower, "You're in the bathroom while Logan's in the shower?"

"Did you think I was sitting here contemplating the meaning of life?" I stood up and walked over to him, completely intent on giving him a good morning kiss, but he held me at arms length.

"I'm not okay with you watching another guy shower."

"He's wearing his boxers, its not like he's naked, and I'm only in here to make sure he doesn't fall and crack his head open." I try again to kiss him, and he lets me. The kiss is brief and I can tell that he's distracted and upset. "Here, now that your up, you can take Logan duty, I'll go deal with Duncan. Will that make you feel better?"

"I don't want to be your substitute; I don't want to be your guy if you're only with me because you can't be with him."

"What on earth gave you the impression that you where substituting for anything? Logan's my friend, and for the first time in over a year, he's actually acting like we're friends again. I think the only reason we dated was so that we could find this ground again, so that we could be friends. I know that sounds twisted, and it isn't supposed to work like that, but I think it was both of our ways of breaking our walls down again. I want to be with you, Weevil. I want everything, from the stubble you get after a few days without shaving your head, to the leer you get when you look at me and you don't think I'm looking, I've seen it, I've seen it for months now and for the first time, I'm ready for it, I'm ready for anything that you want to give me." I looked him straight in the eye, "I'm not Lilly, I'm never going to be her, I will never use you as a substitute for anything, I don't work that way."

"Okay, then why don't you attend to Logan, you know what your doing with him, I can get some water and aspirin into Duncan. Your dad's making coffee." He pulled me close, even though I knew my cloths where getting him wet, from my time getting Logan situated in the shower, and he kissed me, the kiss that I had been wanting when he first walked into the room. "I trust you."

"Good, because you don't have any reason not to." I watched him walk out of the room, and heard Logan jump out of the shower again to throw-up. I sighed and rubbed his back, and couldn't wait until Weevil and I where alone again.

Sunday ended up being a total bust. After cleaning up Logan and Duncan, and getting enough water and pain killers into them for them to function, dad took them over to the Kane estate to go back to sleep, in hopes that they would be fully functional for school the next day. While that was happening, Weevil and I traveled to the Sheriff's department so I could make sure that Leo put in the missing person's report, then we went to several hospitals in the area. In the end, we came up empty and found our way to an empty parking lot near Dog Beach, so that Weevil could teach me to ride his motorcycle. By the end of the day, I was able to ride it pretty effectively on my own, and we talked a bit about going later on in the week to get my license.