Title: Stolen
Author: br33_br33/Sparkylovesfire
Pairing: Logan/Julian. Future!fic, Daddy!Logan and Daddy!Julian.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 3,536

Summary: Logan Wright is having the worst day of his life. The lady at the Starbucks messed up his coffee ordered, his coworker Ted was a complete jerk, he was pulled over for speeding on the way to pick up his son, AND the kids at Felix's school have been teasing him for thing he can't control. But he can overlook all of that, because that's just the typical bad day for Logan Wright. What makes today the worst?

He just watched his five-year-old son get taken away by some psycho in a mask.

Author's Note: So, this chapter was meant to go up last night, but after reading it and seeing my betas reaction, I couldn't leave it where it was. So I decided, instead of submitting it with two chapters, I just added a bit the the end. I hope you like it. :) It's not as long as I usually like my chapters to be, but it got done what I wanted, so I'm not going to push it.

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, Dalton, Logan, Julian, or Ethan and Evan Brightman. They belong to the lovely Miss CP Coulter. Little Logan and Felix are mine, though as well as the random police officers, teachers, and Ted.

"Angels have no philosophy but love." ~Terri Guillemets

The door opens with a low creak, and Felix just barely hears it in his half-sleep daze. He wants to sleep, so very much, but the terror that builds whenever he thinks about not being awake when Adam or Ted comes back won't allow him to.

He shoots straight up, blurred eyes focusing at the door.

"…Hello?" Felix ventures, clutching the blanket tightly to his chest.

The person who stumbles in is nothing like Ted or Adam. Adam walks with a certain confidence and purpose, while Ted stalks around like he'll hurt you if you look at him the wrong way.

This man drags his feet, keeps his head down, and hunches his shoulders. Like he doesn't want to be noticed.

The man shuts the door swiftly. For a moment, there's silence between them, as Felix watches the man and the man watches him.

"Are you Richard?" Felix, finally mustering up a bit of courage, asks. The man doesn't say a word, but nods his head slightly.

"You made my food earlier," Felix states. Richard nods again. "It was yummy. Thank you."

"…You're welcome." His voice is soft, not surprisingly, and it sounds as though he doesn't use it often.

"Adam said you were a nice guy," Felix continues to babble. He'd rather talk foolishness than just lie silent while Richard stares at him. "And that you don't like to get out much."

"…"

"You can talk to me. I'm not mean, I promise." Richard seems hesitant of this.

He stays quiet for a few moments, then says, "I don't like people. They frighten me."

"They shouldn't, though," Felix tells him. "Not all of them, anyway. I know lots of people who are nice—"

"The only people who have been nice to me are Adam and James," Richard explains quickly. "No one else likes me."

"I know how that feels," Felix says. Because his curiosity is piqued, he asks, "Who is James?"

"…My best friend. From when I was small. Like you."

"My best friend's name is Alexander. He's a little older than I am, but he's really nice. Really good at drawing and dancing too."

"Does Alexander live with you?" Richard asks.

"With me? Oh, no. He lives with his daddies. But we play a lot." Felix smiles at the memory of Alexander, all the times they've played together. It makes his heart hurt thinking about him. "Did James live with you?"

"No. I lived with him. And so did Ted."

"Ted says he likes you."

"Ted is mean. He made James disappear."

"I'm sorry," Felix says. "Why did he do that?"

"Because James would stand up to him. When Ted would pick on me or make me do things I didn't want to do, and James would tell him to stop."

"Why don't you tell Ted to stop?"

Richard jumps at that. His shocked eyes watch Felix, like he's said something completely outrageous.

"…I don't know." Richard stares down at the floor, kicking at something Felix can't see. "You don't like it here."

"I want to go home," Felix says instantly.

"Adam says you have to stay here. So does Ted."

"You know what Ted's planning on doing to Adam, right?" Felix says, feeling a little bolder.

"He's going to get rid of him, if that's what you mean. It's what Ted always does when someone else comes into our life. And then he'll wait until you're the right age and hurt you the way he does with the other children he finds." Richard sighs. "To be honest, you'd be better off dead."

Felix doesn't know what to say to that. So he just sits quietly and fights back tears.

Richard looks from the door to Felix, then back to the door. Finally, he shuts it, leans back against it, and slides down it. Felix watches him carefully the whole time.

"Tell me more about your life. Your family."

"Why do you want to know?"

"I don't know. I just do. Adam hasn't said much about you other than you're the son of a famous actor. I'd like to know a little bit more." Then Richard pulls his knees against his chest and waits patiently, like a kid waiting for a story.

Felix doesn't know why decides to indulge Richard, but something about it feels right. And Daddy Julian always said if something like this ever happened, the best thing to do would be to comply with your captor. So Felix starts from the beginning.

"I was born on September seventeenth. I was actually supposed to be born in November, but something went wrong and I was born early. I have an older brother named Logan, and two daddies…"

Julian Larson sits at an airport in Mexico City, his foot tapping impatiently. Because the world is conspiring against him, his flight's been delayed indefinitely. Which means he most likely won't be home by the afternoon like he promised. And that means Logan has to deal with everything that's happened by himself for even longer.

It's been such a long time since Julian's heard Logan sound so vulnerable, so utterly devastated. Even the one time they'd lost Little Logan in the mall, he hadn't been this panicked—probably because Julian was flipping shit, and one of them needed to be calm.

"Easy, Jules," Logan said, placing a gentle hand on Julian's shoulder. "We're going to find him."

"What if someone's kidnapped him!" He knew he was overreacting, but he was even more frightened when he saw a spark of terror rise in Logan's eyes.

"He's got to be around here somewhere," Logan said. He'd calmed himself somewhat and was thinking a little more rationally than Julian. "He can't have gotten too far—"

"Boo!" Little Logan's voice erupted from behind a hanging sweatshirt. Both Julian and Logan jumped. "Got you!"

Julian was the first to recover.

"Logan!" he cried, falling to one knee and throwing his arms around the blond child.

"I scared you!" Little Logan giggled, hugging Julian back. "You should have seen your faces!" Julian was too focused on having his son back in his arms to really care what he was saying.

"Don't ever do that again!" Julian finally gained enough sense back to chastise. He was nearly in tears. "We thought something happened to you."

"But I'm fine," Logan said, cocking his head slightly. "I just hid from you guys so I could scare you."

"Yes, well, you did a better job than I think you intended," Logan finally spoke. "And now you know to never do it again."

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you like that."

"It's all right. Now let's go." Outside, Logan was calm and collected. But Julian could tell from the way Logan grabbed Little Logan's hand tightly after Julian let him go, that he wasn't. He'd been just as scared as Julian had been.

"Dammit!" Julian scoffs, kicking his foot. He wants to call Logan, tell him that it's going to be okay, but he can't. Because Logan's probably asleep, and because he won't lie to Logan. He doesn't know if it's going to be okay.

Julian stands up and goes to the service desk to ask the woman for the fourth time in the last hour if she knows when the flight will be able to take off. She tells him no, she's sorry, but they still don't know. Julian sighs and returns to his seat.

He needs someone, he thinks. He's going to go insane if someone doesn't help him. And I'm absolutely useless stuck here. He's struck with brilliance then and picks his phone out of his bag. He presses the fourth speed dial. It rings three times before a groggy voice picks up.

"This had better be fucking good, Larson. I was having a nice dream."

"I need you to do me a favor."

Felix feels sleepy after he finishes telling Richard just about everything he can think of. He's never talked so much before in his life, and it makes him even sadder to talk about the family he'll probably never see again. He starts crying when he mentions that Daddy Logan promised to take him to the aquarium next week.

"The jellyfish display will be in," Felix sniffs when Richard stares at him, baffled. "They only come around once or twice a year, and I was really excited to go. Daddy Logan loves taking me to the aquarium. The zoo too. Sometimes, when we're playing, he'll pretend to be an animal. Like a bear or something. He has a really good bear sound. If I didn't know it was Daddy Logan, I'd probably be scared."

"…Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why does he do that?"

"Make animal noises? Because he's silly. And it makes me laugh, and he says he likes making me laugh."

"But why does he like making you laugh?" Richard asks, and he honestly sounds confused.

"Because he's my daddy. That's what daddies are supposed to do," Felix explains, like it's the simplest thing in the world. And to him, it is. "They're supposed to make you laugh, hold you when you cry, and chase away all the bad things. It's a daddy's job to do those things."

Richard shakes his head. "I never had a daddy who did that stuff for me."

"I'm sorry," Felix says. "Not all daddies do what they're supposed to. Grandpa John wasn't always the best dad to Daddy Logan. He may have done some bad things, but he's trying to make up for it now."

"I have to go," Richard says suddenly, jumping up and opening the door. "I'll…I'll be back later."

"Why are you leaving—?" But then Richard is gone, and Felix feels all alone again. It was nice talking to Richard.

Richard Grayson walks slowly down the stairs, stopping only once he makes it to the kitchen. That boy…that wonderful boy with the pretty eyes and adorable smile…How could Ted want to hurt him? He's so…precious. It's not fair. What's worse is Adam can't even protect him from Ted, now that Ted's got his eyes on Felix. Richard would know.

James wasn't able to protect him once Ted decided he wanted Richard all to himself.

Richard likes Adam. He really does. He's a little crazy—but Richard's spent so many years cowering and being scared because of Ted's psychotic behavior, he'd rather spend time with someone who's a little crazy than with Ted.

Felix is a lot like James. Sweet, caring. He knows he'd also be that little boy who wouldn't stick up for himself, but wouldn't hesitate to throw himself in harm's way if it were for someone he cared about. So young. And yet so altruistic. Just like Jimmy had been.

He can't let Ted hurt him. Anything would be better than that. Once Ted finishes with a boy, all the life and hope is gone from his eyes, leaving nothing but a shell. He can't let that happen to Felix. He's let it happen so many times before, but not this time.

He grabs the keys off the hook and scribbles a quick note to Adam:

I'm sorry. I know—he's the child of the man you're in love with. The man you worship. But I can't keep him here. I can't—if you knew even a fraction of what I know about Ted, you'd realize what I'm doing is for the best. It may not seem like it, but it's for the best. He'll be safer this way. No one will be able to hurt him. I'm so sorry.

Richard

Richard folds the note in half and leaves it on the countertop, ADAM written in big letters on the face. Hopefully, Adam will find it before Ted does. He'll have to keep his guard up the whole time, make sure they don't catch him. But this is something he has to do.

Then he rushes back upstairs and barges into Felix's room. The boy doesn't even stir.

He looks so much smaller when he sleeps…

Richard rushes to Felix's side and starts shaking him. "Wake up."

"Huh? What's going on?" Felix rubs a sleepy hand across his face.

"Come on. I don't know who will be back first, but you need to be gone before then."

"What?"

"I'm going to send you to a place Ted can't ever hurt you," Richard explains, tugging on Felix's arm.

"Where?"

"…Please don't ask me that. Just come on."

"But—"

"Felix. Do you trust me?"

"No! Why should I? You helped your friends take me away!" It stings, but it's the truth.

"I'm trying to save you!" Richard cries. The tears start flooding down his face, and it's like he's crying for every little boy he wasn't able to save before. "I couldn't—the others—I didn't do anything. But you…I can help you before it's too late. Just, please."

Felix looks absolutely terrified, but, after a momentary pause, he reaches out and takes Richard's hand anyway.

"Okay…I trust you. Please don't let me down."

Oh, honey…I already have.

"Daddy?" a small voice coos. It slowly drags Logan from sleep, angelic and heavenly. "Daddy, wake up." Logan's eyes open. Standing next to his bed, big brown eyes open and wide, is Felix. He's dressed in a bright white t-shirt and matching pants. There seems to be a faint yellow glow around his head.

"Felix." Logan's heart starts racing. A dream. It had all been a dream! No one kidnapped Felix, he's okay, he's here, he's—

"Daddy?" Felix's eyes are sparkling with tears now. "I don't have a lot of time, but I wanted you to know that it isn't your fault. And that I wasn't scared…not a lot anyway."

"What isn't my fault?" Logan asks, confused.

"Me getting kidnapped…and getting hurt. It isn't your fault."

"Felix, what are you talking about?" His heart plummets.

"Daddy Logan, please, take care of Daddy Julian and Little Logan. I know you're all going to miss me. But you need to move on."

"Felix!" Logan cries, reaching a hand out for the tiny child. His hand goes right through him. "No. No, you're—"

"I know," Felix says. The tears start falling down his cheeks. Then his body starts to become even more translucent. "I have to go now."

"Where?" Logan asks softly. He's crying now too.

"Heaven. I get to be an angel. At least I think. I'm not sure. But wherever I'm going, I'm not scared about that either." Then he shakily smiles. "Well, maybe a little bit. But I know I'll see you and Daddy Julian and Logan one day. So maybe it isn't so scary after all."

"Don't go," Logan pleads brokenly. "Please, I'm sorry. I should have kept you safe—"

"Don't blame yourself, Daddy. You couldn't help what happened," Felix says. He's fading quicker now, and he'll be completely gone in moments. "I'm sorry for making you feel like this. I should have tried harder to get away."

"Felix—"

"I wish I could hug you one more time," Felix tells him. Logan's sobbing at this point. "I'm sorry I made you sad. I'm going to miss you so much. I love you."

"I love you too," Logan whispers.

"Bye, Daddy. We'll be together again. You'll see." Then he's gone, and it feels like Logan's heart has been torn in half.

"Felix! Come back! Don't—I—no…" Logan buries his face into his hands. "I said I'd protect you." But Felix is gone. He's gone, and he's not coming back.

"You really should learn to take better care of the things that are important to you." Logan looks up to see Adam standing in the place Felix had been.

"You," Logan growls. "You took my baby from me."

"You let your 'baby' be taken away from you."

"You killed my son." Logan throws the covers away and stands in front of Adam. It's a little weird, because Adam's still the same height as he'd been in high school—in fact, he looks exactly the same as he had then—so Logan has at least six or seven inches on him.

"He didn't cry, if that'll make you feel better. He was actually kinda brave. Like when Julian took that bullet for you. Of course, if you'd been a little quicker, you probably could have saved Felix." Adam shakes his head. "Julian's never going to forgive you for this. Your youngest son died because you're an incompetent parent. Pathetic."

"Shut up."

"Poor thing. He was so pale, so fragile-looking after he died. At least he wasn't put into the ground like originally planned. He was too clean, too pretty for that." Adam's eyes narrow at Logan. "You should have kept him from harm's way. You should have been there for him."

"I'm going to kill you," Logan says. Then Adam laughs and pushes Logan away. Or tries to. His hands pass right through Logan's chest, just like when Logan had reached for Felix.

"Going to kill a ghost, are you? Good luck with that."

"But—"

"You're missing something, Logan. Something very, very important. Something you need to look closer to find."

"Why? Why can't you just leave us alone?" Logan asks.

Adam shrugs. "I don't know. It's your dream. Maybe you should tell me that."

"What—?"

"Wake up, you useless twit."

"Wake up, Logan. Breakfast is almost ready." Logan's eyes open, slowly, as though they're fearful of what will be waiting, and it takes him a few moments to realize who's calling his name.

"Evan?"

"Ethan, actually, but no one can blame you for not being on your A game today." Ethan smiles. "We made pancakes. And bacon. You should come downstairs and eat."

"Yeah…sure. Be down in a second." Evan beams at him, patting his arm before leaving.

Logan lies in his bed after Evan's gone. There's just this hollow ache in his chest, and it won't seem to go away.

He finally drags himself out of bed and slips into the shower. It won't make him feel better, but he still needs one and maybe he'll try in vain to scrub away the terrible feeling curled up in the bottom of his stomach.

He has no appetite whatsoever when he flops down at the breakfast table, but he makes himself eat anyway. He doesn't taste a bit of it because he's too distracted by the pain and anger and just overall feeling of unfairness that has settled over him.

The phone rings, and he jumps up before either twin can say anything and snatches it off the receiver.

"Hello?" His voice sounds desperate, pleading.

"Mr. Wright? It's McGreevy. We're going to need you to come down to the station."

"Why?" Logan asks, and he's terrified to hear the answer.

"We've…we've found your son."

As Richard pulls back up to the rundown shack he, Ted, and Adam have been staying in, he feels a sense of grief and accomplishment. Grief because he's going to miss Felix. Accomplishment because he knows he's safe. Ted can't hurt him now.

He knows Adam's going to be angry with him, might even stop being his friend. But it doesn't matter. Felix is safe. No harm can befall him now.

Once he makes it into the kitchen he lets down his guard and immediately a voice he knows as Ted growls, "What the hell have you done, Richie?"

"What I should have done a long time ago, Teddy."

It takes Logan less than fifteen minutes to make the at least twenty-five minute drive from his home to the police station. McGreevy pursues his lips, like he wants to say something, but he keeps his comments to himself

"Hello, Mr. Wright," he greets once Logan is standing in front of him. He sounds wary and tired.

"Where is he?" Logan doesn't mean to sound rude, but he's so on edge he can't bring himself to care.

"The back. I'll take you to him." Logan follows closely behind McGreevy, hands clutched tightly at his side. He has no idea what to prepare for. McGreevy's voice on the phone just—

They pass by several rooms, some opened, some closed. Inside one of the rooms is a couple. The wife is crying hysterically, and the husband is trying to fight back tears.

"We're terrible sorry for your loss," the officer in the room says, and the woman wails, face completely covered by her hands.

He wouldn't….He would have told me on the phone is something had been wrong, Logan thinks. He wouldn't just bring me down here and show me Felix's body—no. He wouldn't…

"Here," McGreevy opens the door to a room where a woman in a white coat stands next to a table with small, pale someone lying very still on it.

"Hello," the woman says. "You must be Mr. Wright."

"Felix…" Logan doesn't stop himself from crying now. He doesn't care who sees. Because his baby…his baby…

"Daddy!" Felix cries, leaping up off the table and rushing away from the doctor to him to throw himself into Logan's arms.

"Oh…Felix," Logan sobs, burying his face into his son's bright halo of brown hair.

"I'm okay, Daddy. I'm okay…"