One Catch
Winking Tiger • Mblab6@aol.com
Author's Notes: So this whole thing has kind of swayed greatly from its intended roadway. I'm trying my best to just wrap up this horrible excuse of a first fanfic! Bear with me for just a bit longer and it should be done somewhat soon.
If it helps any, this is from Logan's POV.
Disclaimer: I own nothing of Fox's. But I do own Arlyn, and the O'Briens.
Chapter 13
~*~ "Welcome to Ireland. Current location's time is-"
"Logan! Logan, that you?"
"Whatever you say dirt boy." "What are you, five?"~*~
As the car slowed to a stop, Ar, or the quiet blob in the corner driving, began to talk.
"Home sweet home."
"Great."
"Want help with your stuff?"
"What's left of it?"
"Well I could go over to the airport, the one here and your's too, and see if I could get those for you …"
"Nah. Think that I can handle what's left of it all."
"If you say so." Of course, two measly little bags shouldn't be much-but they are. What's with that? They weren't heavy when I packed them. Unless there's something in there that I didn't put in, it's got to be stuck on something. What I don't know though.
"You okay there? I thought you said that you 'handle' them?"
"They aren't heavy. They've got to be stuck on something."
"Want help?"
"No. I said no! Give me a second, I'll get it." And of course, they wouldn't get off whatever they'd gotten stuck on!
With a massive effort, and a gigantic tug later, I somehow managed to be on the ground - on the nice pavement of the road. Looking up at a very amused looking Ar.
"Don't say anything."
"Mh-hhyy."
"Shut up!"
"I didn't say anything. Did you see these lips move? No."
"Just help me up and get the bags."
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"You get everything all set?"
"Yeah, thanks."
"Enough closet room? Plenty of drawers?"
"For my measly bags? Of course."
"You sure?"
"Yeah."
"'Cause that used to be Jessie's room, and then John took it when she left the house. And his idea of living is a suitcase, a pair of mismatched socks, and sometimes some deodorant-if we're lucky. You remember that time when we were over at Michelle … that lived by Sam? John managed to clear out the entire room!"
"Ah, old times. In
case he shows up, warn me first?"
"Of course, I'll get the masks ready."
"Hello? Did you hear me, I asked if you could help me with this."
"Oh, hey Margaret!"
"Logan?"
"Yeah, its me. Haven't gotten that ugly?"
"No, no! Can't believe it's you!"
"It is." What else can I do but shrug. I'm not exactly the most welcomed site, or even a subsequent fill in, in my books "Sorry."
"No, no, come here!"
Substitute Margaret for some dear old Aunt, and insert pinched cheeks.
"Oh, hey. Logan, come here a second?"
"Sure. What'd you need?"
"I found this." He held up Mom's locket. Max took it before she left, thought I wouldn't notice, like the poem. "I remember seeing it on your Mom. Figured, she must've passed it on to you."
"Yeah."
"And you'd of given it to Max. Must've been near here, at some point."
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