I LOVED your John Logan fic!! Could you do something where the readerâs car breaks down and Logan has to go help her? Thank you!!!!!!
Roadside Rescue
Pairing: John Logan x Reader
Word Count: 1154
Request open!
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The first thing John noticed was the time.
The second thing he noticed was your text.
car died. iâm on the side of campus road near the library. donât panic
John stared at the message for a full second, then immediately stood up from the couch.
Garrett looked over. âWhat happened?â
John was already reaching for his keys. âHer car broke down.â
Garrett blinked. âThatâs it?â
âThatâs enough.â
He was out the door before Garrett could say another word.
The drive felt longer than it should have. John kept one hand on the wheel and the other tapping against it, jaw tight, eyes scanning the road as if he could somehow get there faster by force of will alone. Your text had not sounded panicked, but John knew you. If you were telling him not to panic, you were probably already trying to be brave about something annoying and stressful.
And that made him worry more.
When he finally spotted your car, he exhaled hard through his nose.
You were standing near the hood with your arms wrapped around yourself, looking mildly annoyed and very much too calm for someone whose car had just given up on her. The second you saw his truck, your face softened with relief.
John parked, got out, and shut the door behind him with a little more force than necessary.
You smiled weakly. âHi.â
He came straight to you. âYou okay?â
âIâm fine.â
He gave you a look.
You sighed. âOkay, Iâm not thrilled.â
âCar?â
âDead.â
He glanced at the hood. âYou try anything?â
âI popped it open and stared at it angrily, if that counts.â
A laugh escaped him before he could stop it. Then his expression softened again, because you were standing there with cold hands and tired eyes and trying very hard to pretend this was not a big deal.
âWhere were you going?â
âBack to the house.â
âFrom?â
You hesitated. âThe store.â
Johnâs brow furrowed. âYou walked to the store?â
âI needed milk.â
He looked at you like you were insane. âYou called me for that?â
âI didnât call you for milk.â
âYou should have.â
You crossed your arms. âI didnât want to bother you.â
John stared at you for a second, then stepped closer and took your hands in his. âThatâs not bothering me.â
Your face softened, and that made the cold air between you feel a little less miserable.
âI know,â you said quietly. âI just didnât want to make a thing out of it.â
John squeezed your fingers once. âToo late.â
You laughed despite yourself, then immediately winced because the evening wind was sharp enough to make your nose sting.
He noticed. Of course he did.
âCome here,â he said.
You blinked. âI am here.â
He tugged you closer anyway, letting his jacket fall around your shoulders before you could argue. It was warm from being in his truck, and the smell of him settled around you immediately.
You looked down at it, then up at him. âYouâre giving me your jacket?â
âIâm not letting you freeze.â
âYouâre going to be cold.â
âIâm not the one standing by a broken car.â
That earned him a smile, small but real. He liked that smile a little too much, and he knew it.
His thumb brushed over your knuckles. âDid you call roadside assistance?â
âYeah.â
âAnd?â
âThey said someoneâs coming.â
John nodded once. âGood.â
You watched him for a second. âYou donât have to stay.â
He gave you a flat look. âI know.â
âJohn.â
âYou really think Iâm leaving you here alone?â
You looked at the darkening sky, then back at him. âItâs not exactly the middle of nowhere.â
âItâs still not happening.â
You sighed, but it came out softer this time. âYouâre very stubborn.â
âThatâs because Iâm right.â
He leaned around you to pop the hood, then peered in with the expression of a man who had no formal training but plenty of confidence. You watched him with growing amusement as he stared at the engine like it had personally offended him.
âWhat are you doing?â you asked.
âLooking.â
âAt what?â
âI donât know yet.â
You snorted. âThat is not reassuring.â
John glanced at you. âDo you want reassurance, or do you want me to pretend I know something about cars?â
âI want both.â
He huffed a laugh and shut the hood again. âThe battery looks old.â
âYou can tell that by looking at it?â
âNo.â
âYou are making that up.â
âA little.â
You laughed, and he smiled because heâd done what he came to do: make you stop looking so stressed.
A few minutes later, roadside assistance called to say they were ten minutes away. John stood beside you with one shoulder against your car, his hand still occasionally brushing your arm like he was checking you were okay without making a whole production of it.
When the tow truck finally pulled up, he turned to you. âYou want me to wait?â
You looked at him. âYouâve already been waiting.â
âI mean for the ride.â
You considered it. âYou donât have to.â
âI know.â
He said it gently this time, with that little tilt of his mouth that always meant he was offering, not insisting.
So you nodded. âOkay.â
John opened the passenger side door of his truck for you and waited while you climbed in, then shut it behind you and got in on the driverâs side. For a second, neither of you spoke.
Then you looked over and said, âThank you.â
He started the truck. âFor what?â
âFor coming.â
John turned the heater up before answering. âAlways.â
You smiled, softer now, and looked out the window for a second to hide it.
The drive back was quiet in the nicest way. John kept one hand on the wheel and the other resting near the center console, and after a minute you reached over and slid your fingers into his.
He glanced at you, then at your hand, then back at the road, but his thumb moved once over your knuckles in a way that told you he was just as happy about it as you were.
When you got back to the house, John walked you inside first, checked that you were warm, and only then went back outside to deal with the car situation.
You stood in the doorway watching him for a second before he looked back and caught you.
âWhat?â he called.
You smiled. âNothing.â
He gave you a suspicious look. âThat usually means something.â
You shook your head, still smiling. âYouâre just really good at this.â
Johnâs expression softened right away. âAt what?â
You tightened his jacket around yourself and said, âTaking care of me.â
That made him go quiet for just a second.
Then he gave you that familiar, warm little smile and said, âYeah. I know.â
And this time, he looked like he meant heâd do it again anytime you needed him to.




















