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[echolls_cursed]

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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[little_moons]

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.

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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."

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"So, we're neighbors, again?" I say with a snort of laughter, reaching down to pluck the joint out of his hand and steal a drag.

"When you gonna invite us over for a barbecue?"

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"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."

[little_moons]

"Yeah, Jack Harkness is a fuckin' genius," I say with a teasing grin and a roll of my eyes, taking another drag from the joint before I pass it back. It hasn't bothered me for a long time, the way Logan talks about Jack, sometimes, with that kind of worshipful adoration, but I know it's kind of lucky I don't feel the need to compare myself to the guy. I'm sure I'd come out wanting.

"It looks great," I tell him sincerely, looking over my shoulder at what they've got finished. "You're gonna put our place to shame."

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"I don't really care how it looks," Logan admitted. "I just wanted to come home. Bohemia is nice or whatever, but I never felt like I belonged there."

[little_moons]

"Yeah, you always loved this place," I say, my lips tugging into a faint smile, 'cause I remember what a big deal it was for him to move here in the first place.

Christ, that seems like forever ago.

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"It's the first place that ever felt like home," Logan replied with a shrug. "Besides, change is good or whatever. It was time for a change."

[little_moons]

That's true enough, so there's nothing much to say. Scratching behind Linus's ears when he wanders over and nudges at my thigh, I drop down into a crouch nearby, flashing Logan a grin and asking, "So, how fuckin' stoned are you, right now?"

[echolls_cursed]

"Stoned enough that moving sounds like an impossible task- and that I'm wishing my dog knew how to cook," Logan replied. "That, and I feel like I ate a bowl of cotton balls," he added, pulling a face and then laughing.

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Coughing out a laugh, I say, "If I brought you some food, you'd probably owe me a favor."

Something I'd probably never try and collect on, but whatever.

"There's a perk to livin' out this way. I mean, assuming you ever grow the balls to actually stop by."

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"I'm not stopping by your place," Logan snorted. "Your husbands hate me, and I'm over that whole death wish thing. I like my head attached to my body these days."

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"I did mean the restaurant, you know. They're not always there," I say with a snort of laughter, "And anyway, I don't think they really hate you anymore. They've probably moved on to indifference."

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Logan wanted to point out that he still didn't get why they hated him in the first place. Sure, he hadn't been the best husband in the world- he'd never been the best boyfriend either. But he knew now that everything that had happened hadn't purely been on him. Jack had never taken issue with Neil, and the rare occasion that the other man came up in conversation, Logan had always come to his defense...

He didn't want to argue about it though, it would only kill his buzz. "I might, we'll see," he shrugged, leaving it at that.

He was silent for a moment and then looked over. "Crazy how many people have vanished lately. Some of those guys... I thought they'd always be around."

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"Yeah, I know. My best friend vanished and all I got was a guitar and these fuckin' boots," I say with a bitter snort of laughter, shifting around so that he can see the cowboy boots on my feet. I don't know whether or not he'd remember them. He and Mamet were never close.

"Veronica's a single parent, now. Sam and Dean are like two men and a baby. It's fuckin' weird."

[echolls_cursed]

Logan didn't comment about Veronica, he was too bitter to go into a conversation like that. It seemed like everyone had a family but him- Something he had been sure he was over before Jack had brought it back up.

"This place really blows sometimes," he replied simply, studying Neil's boots as he spoke. "It makes you wonder who's next." His cheerful buzz was gone, replaced with something heavy and bitter, and he took a long drag off the joint in hopes of getting it back.