Logan Peterson

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❝Okay....so I know how this looks,❞ he said, holding up a hand to defend himself. ❝But it isn’t what it looks like.❞

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She’s tired. So tired. She has no idea how long she’s been down here. Bound, starved, something blocking her ability to shimmer. Hours?  Days?  Weeks?   She feels her head drooping,  her chin touching  her chest and for a moment she thinks she’ll pass out, but  the screech  of the  door jerks  her to  wakefulness and  she forces  her head  back, squinting  into the bright light as she tries to make out the face of the new comer.

                ———————-❝ L-Logan? Is that you? ❞

It didn’t take long for news of Patience’s disappearance to reach him from both sides. Phoebe was worried about her daughter not returning a phone call and catching someone related to The Charmed Ones was definitely big mouthy talk in the Underworld. 

Which, unfortunately for them, makes it easy for a pissed off boyfriend to find his kidnapped girlfriend. Unfortunately for him, that meant having to wait a few days before going in. There was only so much he could do by himself. So infiltration, it was. Which took time. 

It had taken longer than he’d planned to get to her. He had a feeling there would be a lot of yelling later from either her or her mother....or the aunts. Possibly even Wyatt and Chris. Probably at least from Wyatt and Chris. 

So here he finally was running around the different demon dens of the underworld (well he’d narrowed it down to this one section, but damn they had a lot of doors) hoping that behind each one he would find Patience. It was funny, patience was what he was trying to find, and he was quickly running out of it. 

He really hadn’t thought she’d be behind this next one. It was loud and old and just seemed like one of those doors people forget about; an old storage area or something. Shoving it open he froze when he finally spotted the lone figure in the middle of the room. 

She said his name. He could breath again. 

❝Better late than never, right?❞

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Planting his palm and fingers around the base of Logan’s forearm, Wyatt tugged him off the ground and wrapped his other arm around the top of his back, to support his half demon friend. Orbing in an instant, he carefully set him down on a couch and orbed his emergency First-Aid kit to his hands. “Okay, right. Do you mind telling me what the hell happened?” it wasn’t every day that his friend got hurt, even though he was half human. So the initial shock was still there, especially considering Wyatt could only heal his human half. 

Placing the kit down next to his best friend, he held a hand out and could already feel the law of magic rejecting his healing, but he pushed and pushed until it seemed like it wasn’t as fatal as before. Cautiously, he then picked the First-Aid up and rummaged through it, mumbling under his breath. “You weren't looking for demons were you? because, dude. That’s MY thing.”

While Logan was grateful for his friend’s help the pain of movement left him breathless for a minute as he found himself laying on a familiar couch. ❝Would you believe I was in the wrong place at the wrong time?❞ he said, wincing.  It was mostly true. Laying back on the couch he looked up at the ceiling and tried not to tense up as his friend began to heal him. He moved his hands out of the way. Being very careful he held them above him, trying not to get any blood on Piper’s couch. God knows he would never hear the end of it if he did.

The pain had lessened from Wyatt’s little medic moment. Feeling it was better enough to prop himself on his elbows, he watched as his friend dug through the kit. Ah. There it was. The lecture. He was more used to hearing snippets from Chris to his friend over the years so it was an amusing change but not particularly something he wanted to get into at the moment. ❝Looking for ‘em? No way. I leave that up to the true idiots around here.❞ 

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I don’t hate you, I just don’t believe you. Y'know, you’ve got everyone thinking everything’s fine and normal about you, but I know something’s off.

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“He has nobody. // That’s his own fault.”

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❝Hold on. Stop. Did you hear that?❞

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❝Did you miss the part where I said              I’m not going to tell you what it is? You’ll just have to wait for Christmas.❞

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I thought you were going to die.