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It had been a quiet month for Logan. He's spent most of his days with Jack and in Bohemia, hanging out and working on a new set of surfboards for his class. He'd even been kind and started to make a batch for some of his neighbours. Partly to kill time, but mostly out of kindness- something that was still fairly new to him.
It had been a nice few weeks, each one lulling him into a false sense of security and contentment. After all, what could go wrong? He had his dog, his completely out of his league husband, a beach, and a hut that was slowly turning into a home, thanks to his and Jack's hard work. It was perfect, and Logan had started to forget all about all the awful things the island could do to people. He'd started to forget that the island tended to pray on that kind of contentment.
So really, it was kind of his own fault that he'd woken up like this, bound and spread eagle in the back of a van that he knew he'd been in before.
At first he'd been sure that he was back in Neptune. He was positive that he'd been dragged off the island and taken back home and back in time- Except this wasn't how it had happened. He hadn't been alone, and he hadn't seen sunlight filtering in from the front of the van. This was all wrong, and although his heart was pounding, it gave him a small amount of hope. If he was still on the island, Jack would find him.
Twisting in his bonds he tried to free himself, just the way Jack had taught him, but the knots were too tight and all he managed to do was rub his wrists raw. He knew he could call out, but it was such a humiliating situation, and Logan was too proud to risk being found by the wrong person. His breath hitched, and he tried to take a calming breath as his memory taunted him with the sound of a gun clicking over and over. One empty shot after another. He closed his eyes to try and block it out, but that didn't help. With his eyes shut he could see it too. He could see a masked face inches away from his own, and he could feel the gun against his skin.
"Please," he whispered, his hands shaking.
There was a sudden thump against the side of the van, and Logan nearly pissed himself, only relaxing when he heard a familiar bark to go along with it. ...Apparently Linus had found him first.
It had been a nice few weeks, each one lulling him into a false sense of security and contentment. After all, what could go wrong? He had his dog, his completely out of his league husband, a beach, and a hut that was slowly turning into a home, thanks to his and Jack's hard work. It was perfect, and Logan had started to forget all about all the awful things the island could do to people. He'd started to forget that the island tended to pray on that kind of contentment.
So really, it was kind of his own fault that he'd woken up like this, bound and spread eagle in the back of a van that he knew he'd been in before.
At first he'd been sure that he was back in Neptune. He was positive that he'd been dragged off the island and taken back home and back in time- Except this wasn't how it had happened. He hadn't been alone, and he hadn't seen sunlight filtering in from the front of the van. This was all wrong, and although his heart was pounding, it gave him a small amount of hope. If he was still on the island, Jack would find him.
Twisting in his bonds he tried to free himself, just the way Jack had taught him, but the knots were too tight and all he managed to do was rub his wrists raw. He knew he could call out, but it was such a humiliating situation, and Logan was too proud to risk being found by the wrong person. His breath hitched, and he tried to take a calming breath as his memory taunted him with the sound of a gun clicking over and over. One empty shot after another. He closed his eyes to try and block it out, but that didn't help. With his eyes shut he could see it too. He could see a masked face inches away from his own, and he could feel the gun against his skin.
"Please," he whispered, his hands shaking.
There was a sudden thump against the side of the van, and Logan nearly pissed himself, only relaxing when he heard a familiar bark to go along with it. ...Apparently Linus had found him first.