-1We Belong

She could sense his thrashing before she fully came awake, and could hear his muffled cries before she completely realized what was going on. She moved closer to him in the bed and wrapped an arm around him holding him close. "Logan." She said quietly, pressing a gentle kiss to his shoulder. "Hey." He didn't come out of whatever nightmare was haunting him tonight. She could see the torture that the nightmare was causing him etched on his face, a face covered with a thin sheen of sweat. "Logan." She said again, louder this time, giving him a small shake.

He struggled through the haze of unconsciousness. When he finally opened his eyes they were clouded with sleep and pain. He met her concerned brown eyes and held her gaze for a minute before closing his eyes again, not wanting her to see what was lurking there. "Just a nightmare." He said quietly. "I'm fine." Hoping that would be enough for her, that she would just accept it and not press.

"Please." She scoffed, not believing him for a second. She had woken him from what she had to assume was the same nightmare too many times. "If you thrashed any harder the bed was going to start shaking."

He opened his eyes, a mischievous glint suddenly gleaming in them. "We can make the bed shake in other ways." He pulled her closer and covered her mouth with his, letting himself get lost in her kiss and the comfort only she'd ever been able to give him.

"Logan." She pushed him back a little so that she could look at him.

"Georgie." He averted his gaze away from her serious and concerned one.

"We have to talk about it sooner or later." She told him simply, hoping that he'd confide in her, let her in, so that she could take some of the burden from him, help him find some peace.

"Later." He told her as he moved on top of her and started kissing her again. He held her face gently and kissed her deeply. He kissed her mouth, her face, her neck, while lettings his hands roam over her. He couldn't get enough of her, of the way her skin felt like satin against his, the way her felt like silk as it slid through his fingers. It scared him that she could reach him in ways no one else could that she could soothe him with a touch, a look, a kiss, a few words. He hadn't done a good thing in his life and the woman in his arms was the epitome of everything good. He closed his eyes and tried to push everything from his mind, and just lose himself in her.

"What'd you dream about, Logan?" She asked him quietly. She was lying with her head on his chest, wrapped safely in his arms.

He looked down at her and sighed. "You are the most persistent stubborn woman I've ever met."

She gave him a small smile. "Exactly, so you better just tell me." He gave her a quick kiss, and let his hand begin to trail softly up and down her back. She sighed. "You're not going to distract me again."

He kissed her again more deeply, "Oh, I bet I could."

"Logan."

He sighed and closed his eyes, the images from before coming back to him at their own volition. "It was about the war." He said without elaborating.

She had figured as much on her own, but had still wanted to hear it from him. "I'm sorry. I can't imagine what that must have been like for you." She said quietly.

"Good, I don't want you to." He never wanted her to have the images of bloody broken bodies in her head. He didn't want her to hear the sounds of rapid gunfire, and explosions, and the screams of boys forced to become men too fast in her dreams.

She ignored the harshness of his tone. She knew where it was coming from. "You know." She told him. "I'm tougher than I look. I survived being born under a table at Luke's Club, various members of my family are at any time mixed up in something crazy and dangerous, I was kidnapped by Luis Alcazar, trapped in a hotel fire, and I survived having Tracy Quartermaine as a mother-in-law."

He smiled at the last thing in her list, and he knew that had been her intention. "I'm trying to protect you, I'm being chivalrous."

She let out a quick burst of laughter. "You don't have a chivalrous bone in your body."

"Hey now." He said pretending to be hurt. "Didn't I go out and buy new sheets for this bed so that you would sleep her, because you said G-d only knew when the last time Coleman washed the perfectly fine sheets that came with the room was."

"My hero." She told him grinning as she quickly kissed him.

"I try." He said seriously, the realities of the kind of man he was and the kind of woman she was, re-entering his thoughts. He didn't deserve her. His biggest fear was that his darkness would undoubtedly taint her. It was the one thing he didn't know how to protect her from.

"You succeed." She promised him, sensing the direction of his thoughts. "We fit Logan, it doesn't have to make sense."