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[ does it all come down? ] // logan&iris

Iris wasn't one to pry into other people's business. Being a strong believer in: if they haven't positioned me to react, I shouldn't, she let most things slide over, unless someone was in trouble. Iris, however, she was being faced with the kind of moment where the lords looking down on her begged her to act out of character. Logan had only been out of the living room for ten seconds or so and quite frankly she wasn't sure how the hell he didn't hear the telephone ringing, but when the machine beeped and the voice mail started, she guessed he'd become too preoccupied with dinner. However hard a microwave meal was to cook for.

"Guess who? That's right, me again. I'm not about to leave you alone," the foreign voice on the other end chatted away, sounding entertained yet threatening at the same time and managing to make his speech even creepier when he finished the sentence with "Nathan."

"Who's Nathan?" Iris called over the sound of the phone, sounding intrigued and a little amused-- this guy had obviously dialed the wrong number and he was sounding pretty creepy. "Oh wait, it's Logan, isn't it? That's what you call yourself?"

Iris' laughter came to a halt.

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No podía ver más allá de su nariz debido a que el departamento entero se encontraba en penumbras. La lluvia se había encargado de quemar alguno de los fusibles y se dirigía ahí a intentar -siendo esa la palabra clave del asunto -que el hombre de mantenimiento hiciera su trabajo y lo reparase. Era una noche especial para Logan y quería que siguiera siéndolo cuando ella llegara, porque a pesar de su miedo al compromiso real, había logrado encontrar a una persona que pudiera complementarlo de tal manera que pudiera quedarse a su lado sin sumergirse en su pasado, sin sentirse ahogado por los recuerdos y llevaban exactamente un año juntos.

Bajó por las escaleras, suponiendo que el elevador no era confiable en mitad de una tormenta y mientras llegaba por fin al recibidor, se encontró con un grupo de personas que lucían miradas solemnes. Policías, identificó de inmediato debido a los uniformes y a las luces intermitentes que lograban filtrar sus destellos por las puertas de cristal del edificio. Intentó no mirarlos demasiado, todavía tenía pesadillas de vez en cuando con hombres uniformados diciéndole cuanto sentían la muerte de su ex-novia y un par de años más tarde, el suicidio de su madre.

Caminó hasta ellos, solo porque el hombre de mantenimiento era parte del grupo, pero fue entonces cuando notó el ligero desvío de miradas hacia su dirección, la forma en que los policías encuadrando los hombros se encaminaban hasta él.

La sonrisa que hasta el momento había estado en sus labios fue reemplazada por la sensación irrefutable de que algo terrible había sucedido. "¿Logan Echolls?" preguntó uno de los hombres. La comprensión lo golpeó de frente, sin absolutamente nada para escudarse. Su hermana, Trina, se encontraba de viaje en Hawaii y había hablado con ella diez minutos antes del apagón, así que todo se reducía a una persona. Katerina. Las conclusiones llegaron a él sin pausa alguna mientras sentía la sangre drenarse de su rostro. Si la joven estuviera herida, el hospital habría llamado para hacerle saber, la policía significaba lo peor. Mensajeros de la muerte disfrazados de protectores civiles.

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Riddle Me This || Jamie & Wade

Wade contemplates the likelihood of slipping out of the bed and just leaving but he figures Jamie would never allow that. He was too hung up on his past and all that, thing is Wade's not sure Jamie even deserves to know. Jimmy was an asshole and he'd dropped Wade like a bad habit the second he could and took up with some shiny new toy. Not that Wade cared or anything, it was just the principle of the matter.

He sighs and sits up in the bed crossing his legs and looking at the wall instead of Jamie. He wasn't expecting to  be so affected by all this. Everything felt exactly the same except different all at once it was, unsettling was the word maybe? Bob teleports into his lap as a mouse and Wade thinks its too comfort him for a moment but he gets bit instead. They both wince at the pain and Wade tugs his tail even though he knows it will hurt him just as much too. Bob teleports away after that and Wade takes the hint for what it is.

"Alright," he sighs turning his attention to Jamie. "Three questions and one fact that was the deal." Wade looks away again cause it's still sort of hard to see Jamie and not Jamie at the same time. "You sang to me sometimes when I had nightmares and shit, or when I couldn't sleep right. And yeah you were ok. I'm better though." Wade shrugs like it's no big deal and he shrugs like he can shrug this stupid achy feeling in his gut away too.