Outside
Disclaimer: Stan the Man and a wee bit for Martha.
Rated G
Ever feel like a third wheel? A different take.
Outside
Logan watched the couple all day. It had not been hard to pick up the scent. Mocha latte and heather were a strange combination, and where she was, he was.
Still a little baffled by the recent conversation with Andrew, he had decided to follow them. To try and figure out what the heck was going on between them. All day and nothing. Oh, the usual hug and some hand holding. A kiss on the cheek. A whisper in the ear. A smile that could light up a city.
Logan had to grin at that. Monica sure did have a great smile. No wonder Andrew felt jealous. He had to stop and think though. Had she ever smiled at him like that? Not that he could remember.
He felt no tension when the Irish angel was around. She expected nothing except the truth from him and had the grace to blush when it wasn't what she thought it was going to be. That's what it was. No tension. It was almost like having a sister. Ouch. Okay. Not quite.
Looking at the pair again, he could see how each reacted to the other, showing a deference and willingness to be not in control of the situation. She would point out things and he would respond. He would bring her something special and she would touch his shoulder just so. Little gestures here and there, connections of affection and thought.
Musing to himself, he decided that one day he would like to have a friendship like these two had. He pulled his Stetson down over his eyes and dozed on the bench. He awakened later to find a small black teddy bear with a single white carnation attached to it sitting on his chest. The smell of heather and sandalwood was unmistakable and Logan just grinned.
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More, you say? Okay. One more chapter. Action, adventure and special guest star!
Disclaimer: Stan the Man and a wee bit for Martha.
Rated G
Ever feel like a third wheel? A different take.
Outside
Logan watched the couple all day. It had not been hard to pick up the scent. Mocha latte and heather were a strange combination, and where she was, he was.
Still a little baffled by the recent conversation with Andrew, he had decided to follow them. To try and figure out what the heck was going on between them. All day and nothing. Oh, the usual hug and some hand holding. A kiss on the cheek. A whisper in the ear. A smile that could light up a city.
Logan had to grin at that. Monica sure did have a great smile. No wonder Andrew felt jealous. He had to stop and think though. Had she ever smiled at him like that? Not that he could remember.
He felt no tension when the Irish angel was around. She expected nothing except the truth from him and had the grace to blush when it wasn't what she thought it was going to be. That's what it was. No tension. It was almost like having a sister. Ouch. Okay. Not quite.
Looking at the pair again, he could see how each reacted to the other, showing a deference and willingness to be not in control of the situation. She would point out things and he would respond. He would bring her something special and she would touch his shoulder just so. Little gestures here and there, connections of affection and thought.
Musing to himself, he decided that one day he would like to have a friendship like these two had. He pulled his Stetson down over his eyes and dozed on the bench. He awakened later to find a small black teddy bear with a single white carnation attached to it sitting on his chest. The smell of heather and sandalwood was unmistakable and Logan just grinned.
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More, you say? Okay. One more chapter. Action, adventure and special guest star!
