It was starting to feel like their new home would never be finished, and while they had been working for weeks and weeks, there was still so much left to do
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I haven't been spending a lot of time in the Hamlet, lately. With the Strombeck's house standing empty, and now Mamet's, it just feels strange, even being here. But it's basically my back yard, just through the trees, and it's not completely unheard of for me to take this shortcut on my way to the waterfall.
Still, I managed to miss the half built house in the leveled lot where I used to live, until today. Wandering closer, Max trailing at my heels, I watch him dart off to say hello to a familiar yellow retriever.
"What the hell are you doin' here?" I ask Logan with a crooked grin, when I catch sight of him, sprawled and obviously stoned, under a tree.
Logan squinted a little and tilted his head. "Am I supposed to be somewhere else?" he asked, not quite grasping the question at first. Still, it only took him a beat to catch up, and he rubbed his face as if that might sober him up.
"I missed Joe, and since he doesn't have the urge to punch Jack in the face anymore he suggested I move back. So, uh, when our hut kind of fell down, we moved- Are moving. Whichever, you know what I mean."
"I wouldn't do that to you, Jack's cooking is an acquired taste," Logan snorted. "Besides, we'd have to have a hut before we could have a party- and we're never going to finish this place. I think we were a little overambitious. It's my fault. I said I wanted a real home, so now Jack's going all out. He's doing the plumbing today, he says we can have a shower. I don't know how he knows how to do all that stuff. I thought I was hot shit cause I could build a wall, and he's building a damn shower."
Jack had finally gotten the plumbing figured out and the pipes and drains were connected and fixed to drain into a septic field beyond the Hamlet. It had been quite a process and he was glad to have it done.
He didn't expect to find Logan high when he came out of the houe but he couldn't say he was really surprised. He flashed his husband a lazy smile and then sat down next to him.
"I could train him to fetch what?" he asked, watching Linus sniffing the edge of the jungle before lifting a leg to a fern.
"Grilled cheese," Logan replied, leaning against Jack and stubbing out the roach that was starting to burn his fingers. "You're good at training him. You're really mean when you train him. I hate when you're mean to my dog..."
He was struggling to focus, and all he could think about was the time Linus had bit Jack's jean leg and the other man had hauled him out of the hut and into his pen. It was so long ago, but for some reason, in Logan's current state, it pissed him off all over again.
"Don't ever drag my dog out of the hut again," he said suddenly, punching Jack's thigh hard enough to sting.
Matthew beat Anne to Logan by a good thirty seconds, and not because she wasn't hustling behind him. Age had merely sped her son up, not slowed him down.
"Ima help!" said Matthew, though considering what Logan was currently doing, Anne wasn't entirely sure what he was planning to help with.
"Matthew," she said sternly, "I don't think this is a good time. I thought we were going swimming."
Matthew just looked back up at her. "Ima help!" he said again, just as stubborn as she'd always been.
As Mr. Muggles trotted out to meet another dog, his tiny little black nose thrust in the air, Claire could have sworn that the dog was like a mini-canine detector. Half the people she met on the island had been through Mr. Muggles trouncing up and meeting with their dogs, after all, and it was a common enough occurrence that Claire knew not to fight it anymore. She had arrived just in time to hear the man's request, one that was enough to make her raise her brows severely, already wondering if there was some other substance at work.
"I'm sure that the dog wouldn't mind getting the food, but I think bringing it all back in one piece is what you've really got to be worried about," Claire joked, slowly approaching and hoping that she wasn't intruding on anything important.
She was very familiar, and Logan wondered if maybe she was the same girl he'd met years ago. Not that it mattered, people vanished, but when they came back, they were never the same.
"Yeah, he is pretty greedy like that," he replied, stubbing out the joint and stretching lazily. "Maybe I'll just train him to fetch people who are willing to feed me."
Claire watched with a slightly curious air as the young man stretched out against the tree, looking for all the world like a cat rubbing up against a post. It was almost the sort of thing Lyle might have done, if his Game Boy was confiscated for a long enough period of time that he got out of the house in the first place.
"Is that your way of asking me to fetch you something to eat?" the blonde asked, brows rising incredulously. "There are a lot of fruit trees around, by the way. I'm pretty sure you could just find one and shake a couple of mangos down or something."
"No, that was me saying I should train my dog to fetch my husband," Logan laughed.
"I'm Logan by the way," he said as he hauled himself to his feet. "And for the record I don't make a habit of trying to boss blondes around. It just never ends well for me."
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Still, I managed to miss the half built house in the leveled lot where I used to live, until today. Wandering closer, Max trailing at my heels, I watch him dart off to say hello to a familiar yellow retriever.
"What the hell are you doin' here?" I ask Logan with a crooked grin, when I catch sight of him, sprawled and obviously stoned, under a tree.
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"I missed Joe, and since he doesn't have the urge to punch Jack in the face anymore he suggested I move back. So, uh, when our hut kind of fell down, we moved- Are moving. Whichever, you know what I mean."
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"When you gonna invite us over for a barbecue?"
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He didn't expect to find Logan high when he came out of the houe but he couldn't say he was really surprised. He flashed his husband a lazy smile and then sat down next to him.
"I could train him to fetch what?" he asked, watching Linus sniffing the edge of the jungle before lifting a leg to a fern.
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He was struggling to focus, and all he could think about was the time Linus had bit Jack's jean leg and the other man had hauled him out of the hut and into his pen. It was so long ago, but for some reason, in Logan's current state, it pissed him off all over again.
"Don't ever drag my dog out of the hut again," he said suddenly, punching Jack's thigh hard enough to sting.
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Maybe Logan was a little more stoned than he had thought because that...that made no sense.
"I won't drag Linus out, okay? Just relax. He's a good dog. Really."
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"I don't want to work anymore. Let's live in an unfinished hut. We can say it's an art piece. ...It's a statement. Against, you know- stuff."
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"Ima help!" said Matthew, though considering what Logan was currently doing, Anne wasn't entirely sure what he was planning to help with.
"Matthew," she said sternly, "I don't think this is a good time. I thought we were going swimming."
Matthew just looked back up at her. "Ima help!" he said again, just as stubborn as she'd always been.
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"What are you helping with? You gonna train Linus for me?" he asked with a dopey grin.
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"Oh you are, are you?" said Anne, keeping a careful eye on the both of them. "All by yourself? You know how to make a house?"
"Yeeeeeees," said Matthew, then braved a look at her. "A little house."
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He paused a beat and glanced at Anne. "...If mom says that's okay."
Even stoned Logan knew better than to get on Anne's bad side.
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"I'm sure that the dog wouldn't mind getting the food, but I think bringing it all back in one piece is what you've really got to be worried about," Claire joked, slowly approaching and hoping that she wasn't intruding on anything important.
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"Yeah, he is pretty greedy like that," he replied, stubbing out the joint and stretching lazily. "Maybe I'll just train him to fetch people who are willing to feed me."
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"Is that your way of asking me to fetch you something to eat?" the blonde asked, brows rising incredulously. "There are a lot of fruit trees around, by the way. I'm pretty sure you could just find one and shake a couple of mangos down or something."
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"I'm Logan by the way," he said as he hauled himself to his feet. "And for the record I don't make a habit of trying to boss blondes around. It just never ends well for me."
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