Take Me Down With You - Chapter 4: Coitus Interruptus and a Fuster Cluck
Take Me Down With You - Chapter 4: Coitus Interruptus and a Fuster Cluck
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Chapter 4 - Coitus Interruptus and a Fuster Cluck
Logan was thrusting into Max hard. She was on the verge, her body trembling, sweat dripping onto the mattress. He pounded into her harder. She loved a rough ride and it almost took everything Logan had to give it to her, but she was worth it.
“Fuck, yes Logan…yes…” she was screaming just as she climaxed. She gripped his back tightly. Her nails were starting to dig into his skin like they sometimes did when she forgot her own strength. Logan didn’t mind. A little pain was definitely arousing for him, so he even encouraged it.
Right then, the door burst open to the bedroom.
“No, actually this is a very bad time to fuck, although don’t you two look positively, sinfully, delicious?”
The way Logan and Max broke apart was quite painful for Logan, and not just for the obvious reason, but also because as he jumped away, her nails scraped down his back and thighs before he leapt away. She didn’t often break the skin, but she had this time in her response to the unexpected intrusion. Max was standing on the bed, sheet wrapped around her.
“Who the fuck are you?” she screamed. “Get the hell out of here!”
Logan’s eyes were watering a little from the sting, but he could hear her fury. Automatically, he moved into a defensive position after grabbing his glasses and putting them on.
“Sorry, love. Apparently you’re the closest folks we have to help with a friend of yours.” The dark haired man stepped aside and Logan saw Alec staring at them, pale and dazed. He was being held up by a man in a tweed jacket and bow tie. He was having a difficult time holding Alec up.
“Alec?” Logan asked in a whisper that was barely audible. His heart sunk when he saw Alec’s condition. He looked pale and weak - and was he holding a scythe?
“I really need to put him down,” the man said. Logan could believe it. He looked hardly strong enough to carry a small child let alone someone as heavy as Alec. The Transgenic may look slim, but his muscles were dense and heavy, similar to Max. They weighed far more than they looked like they did.
“I don..like…sound of that,” Alec muttered, almost incoherent. “Don’t put me..down…Not…dog.”
Logan rushed over, keenly aware of his nudity and quickly softening hard-on, but went to help the man with Alec.
“What happened?” he asked as he tried to lead him to the bed.
Alec’s head suddenly shot up as he neared Max. “No, not here! Not where they just…just no...” A look of pain crossed his face and Logan wondered how he could have gotten so injured. Transgenics were able to withstand a lot of pain. Outside of Max’s seizures, and once after the siege at Jam Pony, he’d never really seen her or Alec express physical pain.
Max jumped off the bed and took one of Alec’s arms from the stranger who seemed cheerfully accepting of being replaced.
“Out to the couch then,” Max said, taking command. Alec struggled between Logan and Max, but eventually let them lead him to the living room. “You - grab us some clothes,” she ordered the dark haired man who had first entered the room.
They settled Alec on the couch where he stared at the ceiling and held onto the scythe tightly. Logan had tried to take it, but Alec pulled it back, so Logan let go. It was sort of wedged between the back of the couch and Alec at this point so it wasn’t in the way, as unwieldy as it might seem.
The dark-haired man returned to the room holding several articles of clothing.
“Really lovely. Brings out your dick, it does,” he quipped as he handed over the black silk boxers Logan had worn earlier. He had thrown Max’s lingerie at her without a word. Logan wondered if he had somehow sensed Max wasn’t to be trifled with. As he donned his boxers, he realized his leg was bleeding a little and he could clearly see the outline of Max’s nails. He tried to wipe it off on the fabric of his shorts for the time being for lack of anything else. He’d have to grab the first aid kit later.
“What did you do now?” Max asked Alec.
Logan cringed. Her tone was accusatory as if Alec found trouble just to interrupt their evening. Of course, knowing Alec, it may have been. He did seem to have a knack for interrupting most of their intimate moments. But he could see she was concerned. She was apparently so focused on Alec, she hadn’t smelled Logan’s blood. Even though it was a small scrape, her senses would pick up on it. The fact she hadn’t told Logan how worried she was about Alec, even if she was hiding it under a veneer of irritation.
“Always my fault, isn’t it Maxie?” Alec sounded bitter. “If you must know, while you two were fucking up a storm likes the little horny lovebirds you are, I was attacked.” Alec spat.
“Don’t be crude,” Max said.
“Why not? You two sure are when you’re getting it on.” He turned to Crowley. “You should hear them when they’re going at it. It’s all ‘Oooh, Logan, fuck me harder. Your cock is sooo good,” Alec said nastily. “And Logan’s always eager to eat her pussy out -‘You taste so good, Max. You’re so tight, Max’.” Alec mimed sticking his finger in his throat as if he wanted to vomit.
Max slapped Alec for the second time that night.
“Sounds like quite the party. But why would you care about how they fuck? I thought you and your little brother got it on?” Crowley responded with an equally nasty tone.
Max spun and smacked Crowley. “How dare you? He and Ben would have never…”
“Who the hell is Ben? I was talking about Sam. And that’s quite the arm you have there, little lady,” he said to Max. He turned to Logan, “She must be quite the Dom in bed. She spank you a lot, Logan?” Crowley asked as he rubbed his face where Max had slapped him. He had a half-grin on his face. “You gotta nice ass. Wouldn’t mind spanking it myself.”
Both Max and Logan glared at Crowley but Alec reached up and grabbed Crowley’s lapels, scythe still in his hand. “You touch his ass, you die.” Alec’s voice was oddly cold and threatening.
Logan looked at Alec curiously. He wasn’t sure what was going on but Logan knew he had to calm everyone down.
Crowley grinned even while watching the scythe carefully. “Touchy, touchy. Watch where you aim that thing. You could put an eye out with it,” Crowley said. The other man rolled his eyes as he watched the scene unfold.
“Alec, let go and relax. You need to take it easy.” Logan said, stepping between them and prying Alec’s hands off of Crowley. He gently pushed Alec back down to the sofa and was surprised that Alec acquiesced. He was oddly warmed at Alec’s defense even though Alec had been equally crude not long before. Then Logan felt Crowley’s hand on his ass, patting it gently. Alec and Max both growled loudly until Crowley backed away, hands raised up in surrender. Logan knew this Crowley enjoyed firing people up. He needed to stop everyone fighting in order to get to the bottom of what was going on. He couldn’t let their tantrums distract him. He turned around to face Crowley.
“Sam? Sam who?” Logan asked Crowley calmly as he stepped to the side to keep an eye on everyone.
“Who’s Alec?” Crowley asked.
Alec rolled his eyes and Logan noticed the other man in the bow tie pointing to Alec. Crowley had a confused look on his face as he looked between them.
“I’m Alec, you douchebag. You must be blind as well as stupid,” Alec said from his prone position on the couch.
“You whiny little…” Crowley lurched forward with his arm outstretched as if he expected something to happen but Logan grabbed his arm. Crowley glared at him and then at his own hand as if disappointed.
“Don’t.” Logan said quietly to the man before looking down at the man on the sofa. Alec was glaring at all of them and then pinched his nose as if he had a headache.
“Who attacked you, Alec?” Logan asked, his voice sounded calmer than he felt.
“Nobody you could defeat Logan, so no sense in you playing tragic hero. You’d just get your wimpy, spankable ass kicked. You already got the girl, give it up. No one left to impress.” Alec sounded very annoyed and Logan wondered what was really going on.
Crowley sat down in the chair across from them, looking pale and pissed.
Logan looked up at the other man in the room who had been the only one staying out of the fray. Maybe that man could make some sense of everything.
“Maybe you could shed some light on this situation, Mr. …” Logan asked, waiting for a response.
“Doctor,” the man replied.
“Great…Doctor who?”
“Right.”
“Right what?”
“I’m the Doctor.”
“Just…the Doctor?”
“Yes.”
“Okay - then - Doctor - then maybe you should be checking Alec out for injuries.”
“Not that kind of Doctor.”
“What kind of Doctor are you, then?”
“The kind you need and need badly, right now.”
“I need a medical doctor, or rather, Alec does.”
“Don’t think that will help. He inhaled the Angel. He absorbed the power of the Scythe and the black heart of Crowley. I’d say you’re going to need me very much.”
Logan pinched his nose, echoing Alec’s earlier actions. No wonder Alec had a headache if he had been spending time with these two jackholes; one a complete pervert, the other a complete lunatic.
He sat on the couch next to Alec, examining his face trying to determine if Alec was on his way to recovery or if he was getting worse.
Max crouched down next to the two of them. “Alec, maybe you could tell us what happened?”
“Why would you care?” Alec asked, peevishly.
“Of course we care, you nimrod. Why do you always make it so difficult for us to help you?” Max sounded exasperated.
Alec knew how to push their buttons and Max had little patience for dealing with his petulance. Logan understood - there were times Max was exactly the same way. Actually Alec and Max were similar in many ways which was why they argued so much, but Logan knew that was why they also needed each other. But there were times Logan got tired of trying to be the buffer between them. He got tired of being so *understanding*. He wanted to wallow in petulance at times too, but all Max and Alec would do, was hide until it was over. Neither of them managed their own emotions well, let alone those of others.
“He hit his head. On the pavement,” the Doctor offered. That was less of an explanation than Logan was looking for, but it was a start. “After the explosion,” the Doctor continued. Well…that was not helpful.
Logan looked at Alec’s head and gently moved it around looking for injuries. There was a small cut on the back of his head.
“What explosion?” Max asked as Logan peered into Alec’s eyes to check his pupils. They seemed fine, if a little dilated for the amount of light in the room. In a human, the pupils would be small with the way the room was lit up, but Alec’s were blown so wide, it was hard to tell he had hazel eyes. They looked completely black. Logan felt as if he was falling into them.
“You belong with me,” Alec whispered softly. ‘You belong with us.’ Logan felt somewhat hypnotized and unable to look away.
He suddenly felt a hand under his thigh, the salt in the sweat on Alec’s hand stung the small open wound. For a moment Logan felt a little woozy, but then he felt Alec firmly grasp the muscle. The fingertips firmly massaged him, out of sight of the others in the room. Logan felt frozen in place, unable to move. All sensation felt blocked except for one very warm, strong hand against his skin. It was like everything else faded away except for that sensation.
“Hey, what’s this?” Max asked, breaking Alec and Logan out of their trance. Logan blinked furiously trying to get his bearings, unsure of what just happened. He turned to see her fingers reaching out to touch Alec’s neck.
“Don’t touch that!” the Doctor yelled and slapped Max’s hand away.
Logan felt Alec’s hand release his thigh in concert. He tried not to look at Alec’s face, afraid of what he might see there. Instead he focused on what Max was pointing to. There was a small, white patch of something on Alec’s neck. It looked hard and scale-like, chalky grey in color. Logan focused on it, in hopes no one could see the blush still coloring his face. Alec’s hand on his thigh had felt oddly sensual. He had no idea what was going on but whatever had just happened between Alec and him was completely unexpected and it unnerved him.
“What is it?” Logan asked, looking closer, but not touching it. He tried for the most clinical tone he could imagine.
“Don’t know. But if it wasn’t there before, I wouldn’t touch it now,” the Doctor suggested.
“Could it be another virus?” Max asked, taking a deep sniff around Alec’s neck. Logan noticed Alec looking away and shift uncomfortably. Max touched Logan’s knee which drew his attention to her. “He does smell a bit different - musky? A little chalky and something…I don’t know exactly…musty? I can’t quite identify it.”
Alec jerked away from Max. “Hey, I’m right here. And musty is a long way from musky.” Alec sounded offended.
Logan drew away from Alec’s side and sat up straight. “I don’t know, but I think the Doctor’s right. We probably shouldn’t touch him until we know what it is.” Logan sometimes forgot how acute Max and Alec’s senses were. She would be able to smell if something had changed and obviously something had. Logan couldn’t pick up on the chalky or musty smell, but Max was right…there was also a musk to him that even Logan noticed.
Alec stood suddenly and stormed towards the front door. “Right, I wouldn’t want to be contagious. Besides, it’s not like you’d touch me anyways,” he muttered angrily on his way out. He was obviously oblivious to the fact he’d just knocked Logan off the couch. Logan’s temple caught the corner of the coffee table.
“Logan!” Max yelled. She crawled over to Logan, who was sitting up and feeling a small amount of blood on his face. “You okay?”
Logan nodded. His head hurt, but it wasn’t too bad. He was more startled than hurt.
“Alec, you get your ass back here!” she yelled after him.
The door slammed shut.
“Would one of you lot be going after him then?” Crowley asked.
“He doesn’t seem to want our help,” Logan said as he stood up. He was going to head to the bathroom for a wet rag and maybe more clothes for Max and him.
“Maybe not, but I’m thinking he’s going to need it,” Crowley said with an odd tone to his voice. He was looking up at the skylight.
Everyone looked up to see what Crowley was looking at.
There were five horrid faces peering down at them. They looked as if they were made of stone and carved into the most grisly expressions he’d ever seen. They weren’t moving and if Logan didn’t know better, he would have sworn they looked like some kind of statues.
“What they hell are they?” Max asked.
“Oh dear,” the Doctor said. “Don’t blink. Don’t even blink,” he ordered.
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Chapter 4 - Coitus Interruptus and a Fuster Cluck
Logan was thrusting into Max hard. She was on the verge, her body trembling, sweat dripping onto the mattress. He pounded into her harder. She loved a rough ride and it almost took everything Logan had to give it to her, but she was worth it.
“Fuck, yes Logan…yes…” she was screaming just as she climaxed. She gripped his back tightly. Her nails were starting to dig into his skin like they sometimes did when she forgot her own strength. Logan didn’t mind. A little pain was definitely arousing for him, so he even encouraged it.
Right then, the door burst open to the bedroom.
“No, actually this is a very bad time to fuck, although don’t you two look positively, sinfully, delicious?”
The way Logan and Max broke apart was quite painful for Logan, and not just for the obvious reason, but also because as he jumped away, her nails scraped down his back and thighs before he leapt away. She didn’t often break the skin, but she had this time in her response to the unexpected intrusion. Max was standing on the bed, sheet wrapped around her.
“Who the fuck are you?” she screamed. “Get the hell out of here!”
Logan’s eyes were watering a little from the sting, but he could hear her fury. Automatically, he moved into a defensive position after grabbing his glasses and putting them on.
“Sorry, love. Apparently you’re the closest folks we have to help with a friend of yours.” The dark haired man stepped aside and Logan saw Alec staring at them, pale and dazed. He was being held up by a man in a tweed jacket and bow tie. He was having a difficult time holding Alec up.
“Alec?” Logan asked in a whisper that was barely audible. His heart sunk when he saw Alec’s condition. He looked pale and weak - and was he holding a scythe?
“I really need to put him down,” the man said. Logan could believe it. He looked hardly strong enough to carry a small child let alone someone as heavy as Alec. The Transgenic may look slim, but his muscles were dense and heavy, similar to Max. They weighed far more than they looked like they did.
“I don..like…sound of that,” Alec muttered, almost incoherent. “Don’t put me..down…Not…dog.”
Logan rushed over, keenly aware of his nudity and quickly softening hard-on, but went to help the man with Alec.
“What happened?” he asked as he tried to lead him to the bed.
Alec’s head suddenly shot up as he neared Max. “No, not here! Not where they just…just no...” A look of pain crossed his face and Logan wondered how he could have gotten so injured. Transgenics were able to withstand a lot of pain. Outside of Max’s seizures, and once after the siege at Jam Pony, he’d never really seen her or Alec express physical pain.
Max jumped off the bed and took one of Alec’s arms from the stranger who seemed cheerfully accepting of being replaced.
“Out to the couch then,” Max said, taking command. Alec struggled between Logan and Max, but eventually let them lead him to the living room. “You - grab us some clothes,” she ordered the dark haired man who had first entered the room.
They settled Alec on the couch where he stared at the ceiling and held onto the scythe tightly. Logan had tried to take it, but Alec pulled it back, so Logan let go. It was sort of wedged between the back of the couch and Alec at this point so it wasn’t in the way, as unwieldy as it might seem.
The dark-haired man returned to the room holding several articles of clothing.
“Really lovely. Brings out your dick, it does,” he quipped as he handed over the black silk boxers Logan had worn earlier. He had thrown Max’s lingerie at her without a word. Logan wondered if he had somehow sensed Max wasn’t to be trifled with. As he donned his boxers, he realized his leg was bleeding a little and he could clearly see the outline of Max’s nails. He tried to wipe it off on the fabric of his shorts for the time being for lack of anything else. He’d have to grab the first aid kit later.
“What did you do now?” Max asked Alec.
Logan cringed. Her tone was accusatory as if Alec found trouble just to interrupt their evening. Of course, knowing Alec, it may have been. He did seem to have a knack for interrupting most of their intimate moments. But he could see she was concerned. She was apparently so focused on Alec, she hadn’t smelled Logan’s blood. Even though it was a small scrape, her senses would pick up on it. The fact she hadn’t told Logan how worried she was about Alec, even if she was hiding it under a veneer of irritation.
“Always my fault, isn’t it Maxie?” Alec sounded bitter. “If you must know, while you two were fucking up a storm likes the little horny lovebirds you are, I was attacked.” Alec spat.
“Don’t be crude,” Max said.
“Why not? You two sure are when you’re getting it on.” He turned to Crowley. “You should hear them when they’re going at it. It’s all ‘Oooh, Logan, fuck me harder. Your cock is sooo good,” Alec said nastily. “And Logan’s always eager to eat her pussy out -‘You taste so good, Max. You’re so tight, Max’.” Alec mimed sticking his finger in his throat as if he wanted to vomit.
Max slapped Alec for the second time that night.
“Sounds like quite the party. But why would you care about how they fuck? I thought you and your little brother got it on?” Crowley responded with an equally nasty tone.
Max spun and smacked Crowley. “How dare you? He and Ben would have never…”
“Who the hell is Ben? I was talking about Sam. And that’s quite the arm you have there, little lady,” he said to Max. He turned to Logan, “She must be quite the Dom in bed. She spank you a lot, Logan?” Crowley asked as he rubbed his face where Max had slapped him. He had a half-grin on his face. “You gotta nice ass. Wouldn’t mind spanking it myself.”
Both Max and Logan glared at Crowley but Alec reached up and grabbed Crowley’s lapels, scythe still in his hand. “You touch his ass, you die.” Alec’s voice was oddly cold and threatening.
Logan looked at Alec curiously. He wasn’t sure what was going on but Logan knew he had to calm everyone down.
Crowley grinned even while watching the scythe carefully. “Touchy, touchy. Watch where you aim that thing. You could put an eye out with it,” Crowley said. The other man rolled his eyes as he watched the scene unfold.
“Alec, let go and relax. You need to take it easy.” Logan said, stepping between them and prying Alec’s hands off of Crowley. He gently pushed Alec back down to the sofa and was surprised that Alec acquiesced. He was oddly warmed at Alec’s defense even though Alec had been equally crude not long before. Then Logan felt Crowley’s hand on his ass, patting it gently. Alec and Max both growled loudly until Crowley backed away, hands raised up in surrender. Logan knew this Crowley enjoyed firing people up. He needed to stop everyone fighting in order to get to the bottom of what was going on. He couldn’t let their tantrums distract him. He turned around to face Crowley.
“Sam? Sam who?” Logan asked Crowley calmly as he stepped to the side to keep an eye on everyone.
“Who’s Alec?” Crowley asked.
Alec rolled his eyes and Logan noticed the other man in the bow tie pointing to Alec. Crowley had a confused look on his face as he looked between them.
“I’m Alec, you douchebag. You must be blind as well as stupid,” Alec said from his prone position on the couch.
“You whiny little…” Crowley lurched forward with his arm outstretched as if he expected something to happen but Logan grabbed his arm. Crowley glared at him and then at his own hand as if disappointed.
“Don’t.” Logan said quietly to the man before looking down at the man on the sofa. Alec was glaring at all of them and then pinched his nose as if he had a headache.
“Who attacked you, Alec?” Logan asked, his voice sounded calmer than he felt.
“Nobody you could defeat Logan, so no sense in you playing tragic hero. You’d just get your wimpy, spankable ass kicked. You already got the girl, give it up. No one left to impress.” Alec sounded very annoyed and Logan wondered what was really going on.
Crowley sat down in the chair across from them, looking pale and pissed.
Logan looked up at the other man in the room who had been the only one staying out of the fray. Maybe that man could make some sense of everything.
“Maybe you could shed some light on this situation, Mr. …” Logan asked, waiting for a response.
“Doctor,” the man replied.
“Great…Doctor who?”
“Right.”
“Right what?”
“I’m the Doctor.”
“Just…the Doctor?”
“Yes.”
“Okay - then - Doctor - then maybe you should be checking Alec out for injuries.”
“Not that kind of Doctor.”
“What kind of Doctor are you, then?”
“The kind you need and need badly, right now.”
“I need a medical doctor, or rather, Alec does.”
“Don’t think that will help. He inhaled the Angel. He absorbed the power of the Scythe and the black heart of Crowley. I’d say you’re going to need me very much.”
Logan pinched his nose, echoing Alec’s earlier actions. No wonder Alec had a headache if he had been spending time with these two jackholes; one a complete pervert, the other a complete lunatic.
He sat on the couch next to Alec, examining his face trying to determine if Alec was on his way to recovery or if he was getting worse.
Max crouched down next to the two of them. “Alec, maybe you could tell us what happened?”
“Why would you care?” Alec asked, peevishly.
“Of course we care, you nimrod. Why do you always make it so difficult for us to help you?” Max sounded exasperated.
Alec knew how to push their buttons and Max had little patience for dealing with his petulance. Logan understood - there were times Max was exactly the same way. Actually Alec and Max were similar in many ways which was why they argued so much, but Logan knew that was why they also needed each other. But there were times Logan got tired of trying to be the buffer between them. He got tired of being so *understanding*. He wanted to wallow in petulance at times too, but all Max and Alec would do, was hide until it was over. Neither of them managed their own emotions well, let alone those of others.
“He hit his head. On the pavement,” the Doctor offered. That was less of an explanation than Logan was looking for, but it was a start. “After the explosion,” the Doctor continued. Well…that was not helpful.
Logan looked at Alec’s head and gently moved it around looking for injuries. There was a small cut on the back of his head.
“What explosion?” Max asked as Logan peered into Alec’s eyes to check his pupils. They seemed fine, if a little dilated for the amount of light in the room. In a human, the pupils would be small with the way the room was lit up, but Alec’s were blown so wide, it was hard to tell he had hazel eyes. They looked completely black. Logan felt as if he was falling into them.
“You belong with me,” Alec whispered softly. ‘You belong with us.’ Logan felt somewhat hypnotized and unable to look away.
He suddenly felt a hand under his thigh, the salt in the sweat on Alec’s hand stung the small open wound. For a moment Logan felt a little woozy, but then he felt Alec firmly grasp the muscle. The fingertips firmly massaged him, out of sight of the others in the room. Logan felt frozen in place, unable to move. All sensation felt blocked except for one very warm, strong hand against his skin. It was like everything else faded away except for that sensation.
“Hey, what’s this?” Max asked, breaking Alec and Logan out of their trance. Logan blinked furiously trying to get his bearings, unsure of what just happened. He turned to see her fingers reaching out to touch Alec’s neck.
“Don’t touch that!” the Doctor yelled and slapped Max’s hand away.
Logan felt Alec’s hand release his thigh in concert. He tried not to look at Alec’s face, afraid of what he might see there. Instead he focused on what Max was pointing to. There was a small, white patch of something on Alec’s neck. It looked hard and scale-like, chalky grey in color. Logan focused on it, in hopes no one could see the blush still coloring his face. Alec’s hand on his thigh had felt oddly sensual. He had no idea what was going on but whatever had just happened between Alec and him was completely unexpected and it unnerved him.
“What is it?” Logan asked, looking closer, but not touching it. He tried for the most clinical tone he could imagine.
“Don’t know. But if it wasn’t there before, I wouldn’t touch it now,” the Doctor suggested.
“Could it be another virus?” Max asked, taking a deep sniff around Alec’s neck. Logan noticed Alec looking away and shift uncomfortably. Max touched Logan’s knee which drew his attention to her. “He does smell a bit different - musky? A little chalky and something…I don’t know exactly…musty? I can’t quite identify it.”
Alec jerked away from Max. “Hey, I’m right here. And musty is a long way from musky.” Alec sounded offended.
Logan drew away from Alec’s side and sat up straight. “I don’t know, but I think the Doctor’s right. We probably shouldn’t touch him until we know what it is.” Logan sometimes forgot how acute Max and Alec’s senses were. She would be able to smell if something had changed and obviously something had. Logan couldn’t pick up on the chalky or musty smell, but Max was right…there was also a musk to him that even Logan noticed.
Alec stood suddenly and stormed towards the front door. “Right, I wouldn’t want to be contagious. Besides, it’s not like you’d touch me anyways,” he muttered angrily on his way out. He was obviously oblivious to the fact he’d just knocked Logan off the couch. Logan’s temple caught the corner of the coffee table.
“Logan!” Max yelled. She crawled over to Logan, who was sitting up and feeling a small amount of blood on his face. “You okay?”
Logan nodded. His head hurt, but it wasn’t too bad. He was more startled than hurt.
“Alec, you get your ass back here!” she yelled after him.
The door slammed shut.
“Would one of you lot be going after him then?” Crowley asked.
“He doesn’t seem to want our help,” Logan said as he stood up. He was going to head to the bathroom for a wet rag and maybe more clothes for Max and him.
“Maybe not, but I’m thinking he’s going to need it,” Crowley said with an odd tone to his voice. He was looking up at the skylight.
Everyone looked up to see what Crowley was looking at.
There were five horrid faces peering down at them. They looked as if they were made of stone and carved into the most grisly expressions he’d ever seen. They weren’t moving and if Logan didn’t know better, he would have sworn they looked like some kind of statues.
“What they hell are they?” Max asked.
“Oh dear,” the Doctor said. “Don’t blink. Don’t even blink,” he ordered.
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