Shrines: Dick

"I can't believe she kicked us out of our own damn house." Dick mutters flicking sand at Logan.

"Hey if the little lady wants to make us a Thanksgiving feast then I am all for it." Logan smirks and flicks some sand back at Dick.

"Us?" Dick can't help but laugh at that. He is fully aware that he is not invited to the Mars/Echolls thanksgiving festivities tomorrow.

"Yeah." Logan tells him firmly but he can't help but roll his eyes. He has no illusions about the state of his relationship with Ronnie. While it's definitely gotten better after their little shopping heart to heart they are no where near let me make you thanksgiving dinner and have you spend time with my family time. Thank god.

He fully expects to disappear tomorrow for the day, he'll probably hang out at the frat house and play video games and eat pizza and be thankful for respawning points and fake id's. Just like he'd been thankful for all those years when it was just him and Cass drinking and playing video games.

He's pretty sure he's never had a home cooked turkey in his life and while he's confident in Veronica's baking skills he's not really willing to hand over what might be a first to such a novice that had thrown them out of the whole house covered in flour and screaming about something separating.

"Sure."

"No man, you're invited, you're my brother."

"You just want me there to deflect some of those living in sin glares. Dude there's no way he believes that Mac and Ronnie share a room, just bite the bullet."

"Never!" Logan yells out and flops back into the sand.

Dick flops into the sand as well, staring up at the soft fluffy clouds drifting in from a life at sea.

"So what's going on with you and Mac?" Logan asks and he doesn't even turn to look at him.

"Dude I don't know." And honestly he doesn't. She's torturing him and it's ridiculous because he's trying to be the better person instead of just ploughing her sans strings. He's never really been a fan of the strings before, of the trappings of a relationship but Mac makes it look good, "Ronnie says she's got shit to sort out first, which yeah, fine, I can wait and shit I guess but seriously she's got to take the parental lock off my damn computer."

Logan's laugh seems to fill the whole sky.

But it's true, if he's not going to be fucking her, and he doesn't want to fuck anyone else then he's got to have access to his porn again or he'll explode. And that's part of the huge scary thing with this feelings shit, he doesn't want to fuck anyone else. He just wants to fuck her, go rough, go slow, he doesn't really care as long as he wakes up next to her.

There's a high pitched scream from the kitchen and the sound of the patio doors being ripped open and Mac's voice clearly apologising.

His chest tightens in the anticipation of her arrival and it's been hell for weeks, this full body anticipation of something he knows isn't going to happen, but his lungs tighten and everything in his middle feels heavy and thick and immovable.

Her shadow is thrown over them.

"I asked if she wanted help and she asked if I wanted a foot up my ass." the sun is behind her so she's this dark shadowy thing, her face dark but he can still somehow tell that she's smirking.

Logan sits up and Dick watches them look at each other, their conversation shifting wordlessly in the air between them. She nods and then he nods and she sits down in the sand next to Dick and he can feel the heat of her because she's sitting really close. The impulse to hold her is strong but he's sure he can't take her brushing off his innocent touches, doesn't want her to turn it into something sordid.

"How long did it take you to get out of the car?" Logan asks conversationally.

Mac sighs heavily and falls back into the sand next to him, "A half an hour. I ended up throwing my keys over the fence so I had to go in."

He can't help but laugh because it's ridiculous, she's ridiculous and it's cute.

"Shut up." she mutters and jabs her elbow into his side, "What are you doing tomorrow?" she asks, "You staying her for the big 'family' dinner?" she asks raising her arms so he can see her air quotes silhouetted against the sky.

"Yes he is." Logan offers.

"No, I'm not."

"Me neither."

"Yes you are."

"You going home?" He asks and turns to look at her, she has a hand over her eyes, her skin still pale in spite of all the sun she's gotten.

"Yeah, where are you going?"

He likes that she seems to totally understand why he can't stay here, "The frat probably."

"Eww, gross." He watches her mouth twist displeased, "you are not spending Thanksgiving at the frat house. Come home with me."

"What?"

"What?" The question is echoed on the other side of him as Logan sits up at looks down at them both.

Mac still has a hand over her eyes and she shrugs, "Yeah, my mom always makes way too much, we'll watch the Great Pumpkin with my brother and then you can watch football or whatever." She pulls her hand away from her eyes and looks at him, "that's what guys do on Thanksgiving right? Football?"

"Yeah..."

"I mean if you'd rather..." her face gets flushed and he wonders if she's just realised that she's invited him home for a holiday with her family.

Yes of course I want to spend the day with you.

His mouth opens and nothing comes out.

Logan tosses his foot into Dick's shin and sound finally bursts out of his throat, "A Mackenzie Thanksgiving sounds good."

"Okay." she smiles at him and sits up, "I'm going to go call my mom."

"You're going back in there?" Logan asks, more than a little awe coloring his voice.

"Course I am."

They watch as she walks up the stairs and straight into the house. There's a burst of sound but Mac doesn't reappear.

He can't help but wonder if he can get away with that too. He stands up and dusts the sand off his shorts.

"Where are you going?"

"Hopefully straight to my room without you're girlfriends foot up my ass."

He manages to get upstairs with only a blast of sailor worthy swearing, Mac's bedroom door is closed but he looks at it for a long moment anyway before going into his bedroom.

He closes his bedroom door tightly before opening the bedside drawer. In the drawer is a pad of Neptune Grande stationary (the little post it ones he uses for Cassidy's grave stone), photos of his brother, a DVD of those stupid war movies Cas used to do the explosions for, one of those photo booth pictures with Cassidy and Mac kissing, a package of cinnamon gum, and newspaper clippings.

He takes the pad of paper out and writes the same thing he always writes.

I'm sorry

And goes directly to his car, the last ones glue will be coming off by now.

A/N: So the drama should calm down for a bit. I love Dick and Mac but they honestly have a lot of issues that need to be sorted. Hope you like it.