Author Note: Alright, someone, please stop me… but not really. This is the third Quogan story I've written in the span of like a week because I can't just get over this rush of nostalgia. I've been binging the series and haven't been able to stop gushing over them and what we could have had! I got this idea after watching "Quarantine" which, if you ask me, is one of the best episodes in the series. Seriously, the way they come into the room like a cheesy barbershop quartet tickles my brain somehow. So, this is an AU set in Season 3 set during and after this episode.

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A GERM?

Logan couldn't believe it. Quinn had somehow managed to make him feel three emotions at the same time. One: annoyance. Now, he had to be stuck in that room for who knew how long, and that meant he couldn't go to the gym or take pictures of himself as he'd planned. At least the girls had a mirror he could use to entertain himself.

The second was pure terror. What if this killed him? He was too pretty to die young.

And the third was admiration.

It used to freak him out how smart she was, but now he was simply impressed. It had to be difficult to create a whole new thing that could possibly, knowing her, accidentally wipe out the entire human race.

But he'd been noticing that a lot lately. Not that he'd tell anyone. How could he ever tell his friends, let alone the rest of PCA, that he'd been starting to… notice… Quinn Pensky. The way her eyes lit up when she was talking about science, and she didn't seem to care that she was boring everyone else out of their minds. How she used that zap watch of hers. He couldn't explain it, but it was kind of hot to see her use her brain for evil - even though that's not what she stood for.

How she'd managed to outsmart him. Logan knew that probably wasn't a difficult thing to do; he was hot, not a brainiac. Part of him had wanted to do it again so he could see just what her brain could cook up next.

The day had been long. Between Lola's constant screaming, Chase's disgusting coughs, and Michael disgustingly scarfing down every last bit of the baby food had been grating on his last nerve. What drove him nuts the most, though? Quinn's obsession with that nub she called a boyfriend.

If he was too stupid to realize just how good he had it, then that was his fault. She might have been a little chaotic, but she was pretty. And she was cool when she wasn't almost killing them. He could have almost kicked himself for giving her the idea to spy on him.

What she needed to do was see that Mark Del Figgalo was nothing. For someone so smart, she was kind of dumb.

As the sun set, it became obvious they weren't getting out anytime soon. So, they all found spots to get comfortable. He'd fallen asleep on the couch, one foot hanging off, when he jolted awake. He was thirsty.

Tired and dazed, he looked around to make sure no one saw him wipe the little bit of drool off his chin. He couldn't see much, and he knew he couldn't turn the light on. They were a lot more tolerable when they were all quiet and asleep. The peace came when Lola's voice was gone, and Michael basically went into a baby food coma.

Crawling over towards the mini fridge, he heard the springs of the bunk beds move. Someone else was up, too, but he couldn't see if it was Quinn or Lola. Still trying to be as sneaky as possible, he reached for the first bottle he felt in the fridge and threw it back. He coughed. That was the worst BLIX flavor he'd ever tasted.

Looking over his shoulder, he could see Quinn sleeping. She looked so peaceful.

Wait. What was that feeling he felt in his stomach? Why was his body getting all hot? Why was he feeling so dizzy… floaty? Why did he have the urge to crawl over and lay down next to her? He didn't like this sudden surge to kiss her. Hold her hand.

He squinted at the bottle in his hand and tightened the grip around it. It was the only thing keeping him grounded. But it was coming almost impossible to fight. Instead of returning to the couch, Logan crawled over to the bunk beds and ended up sleeping on the floor right next to her. That would be enough, right? To hear her breathe? To feel her close to him and smell the vanilla in her hair.

He fell asleep with a smile on his face.

At 6:22 am, the biohazard team arrived. He fell from the couch to the floor. When did he get back here? The last thing he remembered was falling asleep next to Quinn.

QUINN!

All the memories from the night before came rushing back. They'd been so bizarre. For a moment, he'd felt like… no, that couldn't be. After playing a prank on Chase, he figured he'd make it up to his pouting friend by buying them all coffee.

As they started to exit the room, he kept rubbing his head. It still felt all fuzzy. Like he wasn't really there. Everyone had already made their way down the hallway, but Logan could see Quinn crawling around on the floor.

"Don't tell me you lost that spider of yours again?" He shuddered as he leaned against the doorframe.

She shook her head, "No. Herman's in his habitat. I'm looking for my…"

Looking for her what? He frowned as she stopped talking and noticed her reaching for something under the couch.

"Logan?"

He yawned, "Yeah." Could she hurry up? He needed caffeine, and then he needed another nap.

"You slept on the couch last night, right?"

For most of the night. He couldn't say that, though. Crossing his arms, he yawned, "Yeah."

She stood up, holding the bottle, "Please tell me you didn't drink from this."

Finally, he opened his eyes and he shrugged, "I was thirsty last night. But it tasted disgusting."

She screamed, dropping the bottle. He jumped, "What?!" He'd had enough of the screaming lately. Why did girls always insist on screaming?

"Logan! This was my pheromone susceptibility enhancement experiment."

He had no idea what that meant. Panic started to fill him, "What is that?!"

"It's meant to help you to increase your sensitivity to the pheromones of others, thereby increasing attraction and desire."

"What does that even mean?" why wasn't she answering him with words he could understand?

She crossed her arms, "It's like a… love amplifier. I was making it for Mark."

Now he stood up straight, suddenly awake, "Did you drug me with some kind of love potion?!"