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It had been over twenty-four hours since Logan's accident, and he was still struggling to remember things. Yes, there were moments where the fog seemed to clear, and sure there were names and faces that were slowly coming back to him- but it seemed like some of the most important people and events from his life were simply gone. ...Erased, as if

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[little_moons]

There's nothing formal about what we're doing. No frilly decorations. No fancy food. No formal attire or endless rehearsals and planning. We're sorta just winging it, which feels more natural than anything else we could possibly do.

Still, I pick out a nice shirt to wear that day, and take the time to iron it in the compound while I've got the time, hoping it'll look at least halfway decent when Saturday rolls around.

It seems stupid to hang it up in the suit bag the box gave me, but I do it anyway, a pair of nice shoes dangling from one hand and the bag thrown over the other shoulder. I feel all accomplished and shit, I'm not expecting there to be anyone sitting there right in my path, and by some miracle I keep from tripping over the guy on my way out the door.

It's Logan. Of course it is. But he looks even worse than usual. When he glances up at me, there's something not right in his eyes. Something I can't put my finger on.

"Uh... hey?"

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Logan Looked up, and then moved out of the other man's way, studying him with curious eyes. He felt that familiar nagging feeling, like he should know this person, but again he found himself coming up short. It still felt as if part of his mind was simply locked up tight, keeping him just out of reach of what he wanted to know.

"Hi," he replied, aware of the fact that he'd clearly been recognized, and wondering if he should simply fake it. If maybe he should simply smile and pretend he knew exactly who this was. Except pretending wouldn't make it true, and Logan knew it.

"I'm sorry, do we know each other?" he asked scratching the back of his neck nervously.

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There's a moment where all I can do is stare, slack-jawed and utterly confused, and then I bark out a laugh, like he just made a hilarious joke. "Oh, yeah, very funny, man. Cut it out."

Then it dawns on me, what if this is a different one. Not a clone, I'd be able to tell the difference there, but a different Logan. Jesus.

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"I'm not being funny, I- It's a thing. I'm sorry, I don't remember you- don't remember a lot of people. ...I'm working on it though," Logan explained, looking more than a little awkward and uncomfortable.

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"What the fuck are you talkin' 'bout?" I ask, looking around like I half expect somebody to jump out of the bushes and laugh at me for falling for whatever kind of prank this is.

"What the hell happened?"

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"I dunno- Jack says I was surfing and I hit my head. ...Jack says a lot of things. Anyway, I'm just a little... My memory isn't great right now. There are all there all these things I can't remember. It's nothing personal," Logan assured the other man.

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"Jesus Christ," I mutter, shifting the bag awkwardly over my shoulder, still looking around suspiciously. What the fuck is this, As the World Turns week?

"Why are you sittin' out here alone?"

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"Because it's the only place I know- and I can't go home. I can't stay in that place with him. It's not right," Logan replied, staring sown at his shoes and then sighing. "I didn't know where else to go, so I came here. I thought I might find House."

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"House? Why the hell would you--" I stop myself, shaking my head and taking in a deep breath. "No, nevermind. Just... I can't fuckin' believe I'm sayin' this, but I'm pretty sure you got no reason to trust Jack any less than you did yesterday... or whenever the hell this happened."

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"That's 'cause you don't know what I found," Logan replied simply.

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I'm not really sure I want to know whatever it is he found, but I have a feeling there's some sort of misunderstanding going on here that's not my place to fix.

"Okay," I agree with a shrug, shifting awkwardly from foot to foot. "You really don't know who I am?" It's a stupid question, I guess, but it really just seems so impossible, so unlikely, even in a place like this.

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"No," Logan replied honestly. "I mean, maybe? I feel like I should know you, but I just- It's hard to describe. It's like everything I want to know is there, I just can't reach it. Like when a word gets stuck on the tip of your tongue, you know?"

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"Yeah," I say, nodding slowly, understanding about as much as I can. It's gotta be scary as hell, I'm worried for him, but I'm also feeling a lowgrade annoyance about it all. Of course this would happen to him. The last six months it's been non-stop, like the plot of a bad daytime drama.

"Well, I'm Neil." I've got no way of knowing if anybody's mentioned me. I kinda doubt it. They've probably had no reason to.

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"Neil..." Logan echoed, looking at the other man and searching for something familiar. His gaze wandered,and paused on the other man's hand, something there sparking a memory. "You smoke," he remembered. "We smoked together. In a hut. Not my hut- maybe not your hut either. I remember that," he realized.

"Do you have any?" he asked curiously. "On you, I mean. I don't have any- but maybe that's where I need to start."

It sounded stupid, but Logan was desperate to try anything- and though the pills House had given him were obviously helping, memories trickling back slowly, he was eager to speed up the process.

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Letting out a sigh, I lay the hanging back down carefully across the steps, setting the shoes down beside them, and fish the tiny leather pouch out of my pocket where I keep my smokes.

"First time we met," I say, holding the pouch out to him. "You sure you oughta be smokin' up when you've got a fuckin' head injury?"

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"How much worse can it get?" Logan asked, shrugging a little and taking one. "What's with the suit?" he asked, digging around in his pockets and pulling out his mother's lighter.