Hello my little readers that make me so very extremely happy! Here's the next chappie and I hope you liiiiike it!! It makes me giggle sometimes….heh heh.

Disclaimer: How many times must I repeat this?! I don't own Zoey 101, but I DO own the plot and the writing. For this particular chappie, I also own Fred. Tee hee.

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Chapter 4- Home for Christmas

The first and foremost thing that Logan Reese noticed the next morning was that Dana Cruz was next to him. He shot out of bed, changed into a pair of jeans, slipped on a pair of Chuck Taylors, and flew out the door. He had something he needed to ask her. Plus, he was worried.

Logan sighed in relief when he saw her in the cafeteria, standing in lie for breakfast. He snuck up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist from behind.

"Hey babe." He whispered huskily into her ear. She rolled her eyes.

"Hey Logan." She said. He crossed his arms in front of him, a defeated look on his face.

"How'd you know it was me?" she chuckled.

"Who else would do that?" she asked as she grabbed a bagel, cream cheese, and some orange juice.

"Any guy with eyes……..and a death wish." Logan supplied. Dana laughed before paying the old, wrinkly lady at the cash register. They walked off together and sat down at a table in a corner.

"And thanks for worrying me to death this morning!" Logan exclaimed. Dana rolled her eyes again.

"Honestly Logan. What could have happened to me?" she asked, smothering both sides of the bagel in cream cheese.

"Truthfully?"

"Yes."

"Some evil psychopathic, insanely quiet ninja dude could have come in the dead of night. Then he could have pried you loose from my arms and taken you back to his evil lair where you would be used as a test subject."

Dana eyed him strangely.

"You are a sad, strange little man."

"Hey! You never know what types of crazies are out there!" Logan argued.

"Logan. When it comes to me, the lunch lady is a crazy." Dana stated. Logan contemplated.

"Very true. But I mean, look at her!" he said as he shuddered. Dana chuckled lightly. She ate the last bite of the first half of her bagel before starting on the second half.

"So. How'd you sleep?" Logan questioned.

"Fine." She answered between bites.

"No crazy psychopaths?" Logan asked. Dana chuckled.

"No crazy psychopaths." She confirmed. Logan nodded.

Dana set her bagel down on her plate as she glanced around at the people there. As she was doing so, Logan grabbed the bagel and stuffed it in his mouth. Dana reached down to grab the bagel, but found that her plate was empty. She glanced up at Logan's full mouth and glared. He finished chewing the bagel before swallowing.

"Good bagel." He commented after drinking the last drop of orange juice. Dana just scowled. He grabbed all the trash, dumped it, and practically dragged Dana back to his dorm.

Once there, he sat her down on the bed and stood in front of her.

"I have an idea." He announced.

"Wow! Good for you!" she replied sarcastically. Logan scowled.

"I'm serious Dana." He says. She sighed.

"Fine. Shoot." She demands. He takes a deep breath before continuing.

"My mom is forcing me to go home for Christmas, and there's no way in hell that I'm letting you stay here by yourself. Soooo, I think you should come home with me for Christmas." He suggested. Dana froze. Her mouth hung slightly agape as she tried to process this.

"You want me to go home with you for Christmas." She stated. Logan nodded.

"Pretty much."

"You're sure?"

"I'm positive." Dana shook her head.

"Your parents will hate me." She states. Logan laughed.

"Don't be stupid. My dad is never home, he's shooting a movie, and my mom will adore you more then my pet gold fish Jimmy." He told her. She cocked her head to the side.

"Don't ask." He said. There was silence for a few moments before Dana spoke. She sighed.

"If you really want me there…." She trailed off. Logan nodded.

"I do. Really, I do." He assured her.

"Fine. I'll go." She said. He beamed.

"Really?"

"Yeah. It could be fun." She answered. Logan leaned down, gave her a chaste kiss, and beamed.

"I'm gonna go out into the hall and call my mom, m'kay?" she nodded before he left.

Out in the hallway, Logan was dialing the number he knew oh so well.

"Reese residence. How may I help you?" the butler spoke into the phone. Logan rolled his eyes.

"Hey Fred. It's Logan."

"Oh master Logan! What a pleasant surprise!"

"Yeah, yeah. How are you doing?"

"Oh I'm great, sir. Anything I can do for you?"

"Yes actually. I need to talk to my mom, please."

"Oh, most certainly, sir. I'll go bet her."

Logan stood there for a couple of minutes, waiting for the screech of his overly excited mother that was sure to come. And there it was.

"Oh Logan, my darling boy! I miss you terribly!" she exclaimed.

"Yes mom I miss you, too. Mow, I've got a surprise."

"Oh! I just love surprises! What is it?"

"I'm just going to bring someone home with me for Christmas, okay? She's someone I-"

"SHE!? Did you say she?!" she shrieked. Logan cringed.

"Yes mom. I said she. But listen. She doesn't really have the best life at home, and I really love her so…." He trailed off.

"Oh the poor thing! Yes, yes dear. Bring her down here! I can't wait to meet her!"

"You'll love her, mom." He assured.

"I know I will. I love you Logan."

"Love you, too Mom."

"Bye!"

"Bye." He said before hanging up the phone. He chuckled softly to himself before walking back into the room.

He froze. Dana was sitting on the bed, phone in hand. Her countenance was one of pure shock and fear as she stared down at the phone. He quietly shut the door and sat next to her.

"Hey. Babe, what's wrong?" he inquired, She only handed him the phone, and he read the text message that was on the screen. It read:

I know you told. And you will pay.

She looked at him, fear evident above all else in her chocolate brown eyes. Then, she spoke four words that made Logan understand why she was so scared.

"It's from my dad."

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Ooo. Bad. And a cliffy! Yes! Anyway…I want to thank you guys so much for sticking with this story even when I didn't update for so freaking long. It really means a lot!

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--Lani