-Short Log- completed // closed [Logan and Ric]
As much as he loathed Logan for what he had done to Martini, it was kind of hard to ignore the guy when he stopped outside the accomodation buildings and lit up a cigar. At first Ric had kept his distance and then it had started out as just a brief conversation, the occasional insult shared and then Ric had opened up. For what reason he didn't know but he had. Confessed that he'd been tempted to go see Daken in the brig but had been too scared. Had mused over the what ifs and what could have beens and then... well Logan suprised Ric in more ways than one.
“Oh great! Sure so what, the new rule will be Run Richter Run?! Are you fucking kidding me?" Ric paced back and forth, puffing away at his cigarette as he contemplated what was the best way to get out of the camp and take everyone he cared about with him? Maybe if he just took Martini and Phe and then got the others to follow? Would that be so bad? Where could he hide?
The snort of irritation from Logan stops Ric though, brown eyes settling on the pinched features of Logan. "He's not gonna kill ya! We saved your ass before, you think we're gonna let ya get killed when we know someone's after your ass " The statement was growled out, Logan glaring at the Mexican as he had gazed at the taller, hairy feral in surprise.
“Que?”
“For better or worse, you're in this team. Y'ain't dyin' on my watch. An’ if you keep up the surprise I’m gonna change my mind!”
The admission that Logan was willing to watch his back again had been surprising enough but Ric could kind of understand that. They were team mates and Logan valued all members to some extent.
“No... really? Wow. I mean... Logan, I'm flattered more than surprised I guess. Just, I'm an idiot. You tell me often enough”
“Well, y'are. But he ain't gonna kill ya.” The confidence that Logan exuded surprised Ric, but he couldn’t work out what the feral knew. Instead he resorted to what he did know and that was his makeshift family.
“Well I hope not. Lord knows what Martini would do,”
The comment earnt a raised eyebrow in response, “He wouldn't do a damn thing.”
“You are joking right? He'd kill anyone. Reverse their ages till they turned to dust. Torture them by any method he deemed allowed. Not to mention Rogue and Phe would kill for me too.”
“No one is killin' Akihiro!”
“And why the hell not!?” Turning back to face Logan, Ric was about ready to pitch a fit - or as Martini would put it a tantrum.
“Because...” And Ric had no idea quite how the next words would completely floor him, “Because he's my son.”
Holy shit. Crap. Fuck.
The rest of the conversation had just been a blur for Ric and Logan had headed in pretty quickly after that, making the Mexican promise he wouldn’t tell anyone. Now the question was what exactly did Logan plan on doing with this knowledge and what the hell did that mean for Ric if Daken did get let out?
“Oh great! Sure so what, the new rule will be Run Richter Run?! Are you fucking kidding me?" Ric paced back and forth, puffing away at his cigarette as he contemplated what was the best way to get out of the camp and take everyone he cared about with him? Maybe if he just took Martini and Phe and then got the others to follow? Would that be so bad? Where could he hide?
The snort of irritation from Logan stops Ric though, brown eyes settling on the pinched features of Logan. "He's not gonna kill ya! We saved your ass before, you think we're gonna let ya get killed when we know someone's after your ass " The statement was growled out, Logan glaring at the Mexican as he had gazed at the taller, hairy feral in surprise.
“Que?”
“For better or worse, you're in this team. Y'ain't dyin' on my watch. An’ if you keep up the surprise I’m gonna change my mind!”
The admission that Logan was willing to watch his back again had been surprising enough but Ric could kind of understand that. They were team mates and Logan valued all members to some extent.
“No... really? Wow. I mean... Logan, I'm flattered more than surprised I guess. Just, I'm an idiot. You tell me often enough”
“Well, y'are. But he ain't gonna kill ya.” The confidence that Logan exuded surprised Ric, but he couldn’t work out what the feral knew. Instead he resorted to what he did know and that was his makeshift family.
“Well I hope not. Lord knows what Martini would do,”
The comment earnt a raised eyebrow in response, “He wouldn't do a damn thing.”
“You are joking right? He'd kill anyone. Reverse their ages till they turned to dust. Torture them by any method he deemed allowed. Not to mention Rogue and Phe would kill for me too.”
“No one is killin' Akihiro!”
“And why the hell not!?” Turning back to face Logan, Ric was about ready to pitch a fit - or as Martini would put it a tantrum.
“Because...” And Ric had no idea quite how the next words would completely floor him, “Because he's my son.”
Holy shit. Crap. Fuck.
The rest of the conversation had just been a blur for Ric and Logan had headed in pretty quickly after that, making the Mexican promise he wouldn’t tell anyone. Now the question was what exactly did Logan plan on doing with this knowledge and what the hell did that mean for Ric if Daken did get let out?