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Where: Costa House Who: Alexandre Costa / @illustratemyillusions

Beckett had dropped Logan off at home and he was walking into the house just as the phone rang. He rushed for it, stumbling a bit over his practically useless leg. He grabbed the phone and answered it. "Logan..." He was quiet for a moment. Hi, is Mr. Alexandre Costa there by chance? "No, but this is his husband. Can I ask what this is about?" Yes, sir!... results... concussion. The words sort of began to blend together and Logan frowned. Concussion? Where the hell had Alex gotten a concussion? He felt his heart sink.

"Thanks for letting us know..." He hung up the phone and took a sharp breath. Logan hadn't seen Alex all day... He pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and sent a text message.

Come home. Please. I need to see you.

He then walked over to the couch and took a seat. He was practically shaking. Why hadn't Alex told him? What the hell happened?

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Aventures Fiction n° 6

octobre 1967

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Taking a walk after physical therapy had seemed like a fantastic idea, but now he was about a mile down the road and on the way to a coffee shop and his leg felt like someone was stabbing him with a taser. He hated physical therapy because it always felt terrible, but the massage at the end always made him feel significantly better. It made him forget about the bad and think that his leg was cured. It wasn't. It probably never would be.

Stumbling forward slightly, Logan lowered himself down to the sidewalk and took a seat. He stretched his leg out, rubbing at his knee, but it wasn't a muscle cramp. It was the nerves. You couldn't fix the nerves. He clenched his jaw, taking a few deep breaths as he tried to massage it out. He would just sit for a minute and then be on his merry way.

But then someone tripped and he let out a hiss. He reached out as if from down here he would be able to catch anyone. He frowned, looking quite ashamed of himself. "I am so sorry..."

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The afternoon had been calm. The golden warmth of the sun and blue sky making Logan feel almost normal. The small coffee shop smelled of cinnamon and freshly ground beans, and for a few minutes, he let himself enjoy the peace. There was a giant cinnamon roll with that perfect cream cheese frosting sitting on the plate in front of him, untouched, while he chose to focus his energy on the cup of coffee. He watched people stroll past the window, smiling weakly to himself. He was home. He was safe. He took a sip, eyes fluttering closed to savor the taste, when a sharp crack exploded in the distance. Fireworks... the Fourth of July was coming. His whole body jolted. The cup slipped from his grasp, scorching his lap before landing on the floor below. Coffee spilling out onto the tile. His chair scraped back with a screech as his breath hitched and his ears rang with phantom detonations. Time warped. He wasn't in the cafe anymore. He was in the dust again - his whole body screaming, the smell of blood and smoke choking the air, the ringing in his ears. His heart pounded like it wanted to try and escape his ribs. Every muscle seized. His nails dug into the table, knuckles turning while. "I-I'm sorry," he stammered, blinking widely, unfocused as he felt someone grabbing at him with a towel. "God, I - I didn't meant to - I didn't-" All he knew was the throb in his leg, the boom echoing his skull, and the gut-wrenching nausea. He blinked a couple times, trying to bring everything back into focus. "Please - I will get it-" The coffee on the floor... his lap stinging a bit from the hot coffee.

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• @illustratemyillusions / Alex Costa

The sunlight began to trickle through the living room. Logan had been awake for hours, sitting on the couch with Nuno's head in his lap. His eyes were fixed on the window. He was not excited for tonight. He had loved fireworks once upon a time, but now the whole idea caused a knot in his stomach and an ache in his chest. If he didn't know any better, he would have thought he was having a heart attack.

The pops and cracks had started a couple days ago and he hadn't gotten much sleep since. His fingers absently fiddled and curled around Nuno's ears. Those big brown eyes were fixed on him, watching his every movement and being the best little support system he could be. Logan glanced down toward him and his tail almost immediately began to pound against the couch. He gave a small smile. "Good morning to you too..." he whispered.

Nuno's head shot up as he heard movement from the bedroom. Logan's eyes wandered toward the door. He licked his lips, laying his head back on his hand. "Morning." he greeted when Alex appeared.

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💛 for Julian

"I'm not really good at admitting that I need help, but I guess I really do need it. And I just don't know what I would do without you. You put up with my snarky little attitude and give it as good as you get it without being a total asshat. Thanks for putting up with me. Thanks for being amazing!"

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Where: Logan & Alex's Apartment Whom: Beckett Wilder @illustratemyillusions

The knock came against the door and Logan peeled himself off the couch and out from under the covers. He let out a sharp breath as his leg protested almost immediately. He glanced toward Alex, snuggled up in the blankets and Nuno lifted his head, but didn't bark. He put a hand on his thigh to give himself a bit more stability as he limped his way toward the door. "Coming!" he called out, hoping that Beckett didn't think he had lied about making coffee.

He unlatched the door and pulled it open. The apartment was pretty dark except some candles and a propane heater. It was so quiet. Enough that it was making Logan's ears ring. "Well," Logan greeted, smirking a bit as he took a couple steps back. "You made it. Coffee's hot! Come on in. You've earned a break."