@mewsicalmiss 's idea. They didn't ask me to write this. I just did it because I wanted to. Someone else has probably already written a fic about it by now. I've decided I don't care. Is this fluff? Probably. I tried to write something cute in my life for once instead of accidentally writing cute things. My head is spinning. This was really difficult for me.
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Toddler. Logic. ‘Nuf said.
Roman started picking up the broken glass on the floor.
"For the love of insanity, Logan. Why were you..."
Roman looked up from the broken potion bottles he had dropped when Logic had run into them. But instead of Logan there stood an angry two and a half year old with blonde hair wearing a button up shirt and glasses.
"L-Logic?" Roman asked, dumbfounded.
The little kid just folded his arms angrily and sat down on the floor in a huff.
"No! No Logan! There is broken glass!" Roman cried, scooping tiny Logic up from the floor.
Logan folded his arms in defiance but let the prince hold him as they sunk down into the main mind palace.
Roman stepped into the spot where Thomas usually stood and called out "Patton! Virgil!"
The two named sides appeared in confusion and became even more confused as they saw the blonde toddler that was struggling in Roman's arms.
"Lemme go! Lemme go!" Logic complained.
Roman placed the child on the floor who immediately ran behind Patton and glared at Roman from behind the kaki pants.
Patton gasped quietly and picked him up while Virgil looked on in horror.
"Roman, what did you do?" Virgil asked uncertainly.
"I stole some potions from a witch and accidentally dropped them on him, okay?" Roman said, obviously feeling guilty.
"How's Thomas doing?" Morality asked cheerfully he let baby Lo pull his glasses off his face and carefully inspect them.
"Not too well." Verge said, uncertainty jumping out with every word. "I can make him too scared to leave the house if you'll let me. If I don't I don't think he'll be able to do much of anything."
"Grown up stuff." Logan said importantly.
"Well his attitude is still there, it's just childlike." Roman noted.
Logic stuck his tongue out at the creative side and then started trying to put Patton's glasses back on his face.
"Well Roman, ow buddy. Don't aim for my eye. Roman, I think you should... I can... Thank you Logan, yes I can see now. Thank you. Roman, I think you should be the one to find a way to change him back."
"Oh, fine." Roman huffed.
"Ro uh, Roman uh, Roman made my pre-predicament." Logan said in that halting way little kids do.
A smile played at Virgil's lips. "So, you're one of those toddlers."
Logan didn't seem to hear him and struggled to get down. None of them could quite see what he wanted but after a few shared glances they agreed to let him decide.
Patton put Logic down and he immediately ran to the TV where Roman normally stood during debates and touched it. It turned on at his touch and showed that Thomas was watching NOVA. It was the episode "Dogs Decoded" and Logan immediately sat down on the floor and was completely entranced.
The influence was too much for Patton and he sat down on the floor to watch it with him, letting Thomas watch the documentary with an intense childlike wonder.
Roman went to sit down next to Logan as well but when he did the result was not what he expected. Logic shot up and ran away as fast as his legs could carry him.
Virgil gave an evil little smile. "I think he doesn't like you right now. I'll get him."
Roman accepted defeat and decided to go hunt down that witch and get a confession out of her. Patton continued to watch the documentary about dogs.
Anxiety found Logan sulking in a closet. He placed himself next to him.
"Hey what's up?" Virgil asked, trying to sound calm.
Logic folded his little arms and stuffed his face in them. "I don't like being little."
There was a little sob. Anxiety pulled the logical side into his lap. He knew that could very well make things worse but it seemed like the right thing to do.
"Hey, I don't like being little either. But it's probably not forever."
"Probably?!" Logan asked in alarm.
Anxiety threw up his hands in mock surrender. "Hey. Kidding, kidding. But that's my job Logan. I make doubt."
"I don't like that." Logan mumbled.
"Alright, that's it." Virgil said before scooping up Logan and holding him upside down.
"Aaaaahhhhhh! Lemme go! Lemme go!" Logan yelled, trying to keep his glasses from falling off. Virgil just laughed in an exaggeratedly evil fashion.
Later Logan was having Thomas stare out the window. They were all staying in the main mind palace for now because leaving a toddler alone, no matter how smart he was, isn't really a good idea. That's what Virgil had said anyways, and with Logic like this he was the closest thing they had to a rational one.
Roman glanced from where he was working occasionally to see if Logan did anything. It had been hours. In the mind that was almost like days. Logan still wasn't talking to him. Logan just kept watching the TV to look at the birds Thomas was seeing out the window.
"Why am I like this?"
Roman jumped when he heard the small voice and clutched at his heart.
"Neil Patrick Harris, Logan. You frightened me."
"Why am I like this?" Logan asked again. "Is it because uh, beca- because you don't like me?"
Roman stopped measuring potion ingredients for a moment and looked at Logic very importantly.
“Logan, you do your job very well. I swear on my honor that I have never disliked you. Whatever would give you that idea?”
Logan shrugged. “Opposite?”
Then he ran off.
“No Logan don’t...” Roman said as he tripped over his supplies and faceplanted on the carpet.
Virgil appeared holding Logan.
“You know you can’t go to your room until you’re an adult again.” Anxiety scolded. “Patience pocket protector.”
“I’m not a pocket pwotector!” Logan said, trying to push away. “I’m a, I’m... Ahhhhh! Lemme go! I’m a... uh, ‘lectricity in the, um...”
Logan tried to run back to his room again. This time Roman scooped him up in his arms and moved him onto his shoulders in one swift motion.
“How about a tale for the young scholar?” Roman asked. “I could use a break anyways.”
Logic adjusted his little glasses angrily but folded his arms and said “Whatever.”
Later Patton was the one keeping him from running off to his room or getting Thomas to do ridiculous things to find out what would happen. He knew he was bad at that, so he kept both of them occupied with games.
Patton became to absorbed in his own coloring and lost track of what Logan was doing. Suddenly he felt something be put on his head.
He looked up and reached for the thing. It was a series of scribbled on pieces of paper in various colors joined roughly together with string and glue.
“Hey buddy, what’s this?” Morality said, patiently beginning to pull the glue out of his hair.
Logan fidgeted and then said “But you said you like flowers.” in a slightly ashamed tone. “I don’t like flowers.”
“Oh! These are flowers?” Patton asked happily. “Thank you so much for the crown. I really like it.”
Logan stomped his little foot.
“You like everything.”
“Yeah, but I like this even better than some other things.”
Logan seemed satisfied with that and went to dig a puzzle out of the chaotic mess of crafts Patton had piled in the imaginary living room.
A couple more hours later, which felt like ages in the subconscious, Roman had it.
Logan woke up feeling dizzy. He could tell from how the air felt that he was back in his room. He sat up on his bed and rubbed his face, not knowing how he could ever possibly face the others.
He had fallen asleep in his clothes, but his tie had been placed neatly on the nightstand next to his glasses and his shoes and socks had been removed and placed next to the bed. He put all of his things on and went to work.
Later, Roman came by to ask a question and Logan half hoped he wouldn’t mention anything. Near the end though, he saw a look he recognized.
“Before you ask, it never happened. Please. I forgive you but please, it didn’t happen.” Logic insisted.
Roman acted sympathetic for a change and nodded. In seconds the others were informed as well. And as far as they all acted, it never happened.
