Midnight Shift (1/?)
Pairings: eventual Logicality
Summary: Logan is a shapeshifter. Patton doesn't know. What will happen when Patton walks in on Logan shifting one day?
Warnings: none so far
A/N: This might be a series? It depends on how much I can think of to write for it
Shifters were a thing of fiction, they had taught. Of fantasy novels and superhero comics- something you might find in a children's story. Not sitting in a bedroom on the second floor of an apartment complex, cramming for his astronomy final.
Logan threw down the textbook with a resigned sigh, looking up at the clock. 1:32 it read, in blinking red lights.
I should probably get some sleep, huh?
As he reached out to turn off his desk lamp, Logan's stomach let out a low growl. He paused, letting his hand come back down to rest on the desk.
...maybe- maybe just a snack, before bed, He thought. Patton doesn't have to know. I can be quiet.
And besides, a smaller part of him said. You can control your shifting better with a full stomach and a rested mind.
Logan didn't know why he could Shift. He didn't know why the ability developed, why no one else seemed to know anything about it. Why it had been so hard to control. It was just a part of him at this point, a trivial thing. Like the color of his clothes, or the way he could write just fine with either hand.
All he knew was that people never reacted well.
He shook the thought out of his head, standing up and heading for the door. Now now, no time for those thoughts. Get your snack and get to bed.
He slunk out of his room, stepping extra lightly as he passed Patton's door. There was no reason to have him up at this hour.
Logan managed to make it to the kitchen uninterrupted, a smile pulling at the corner of his lips as he pulled open the fridge. They needed to go grocery shopping soon, but inside sat a decent amount of food- fruit, some sandwich meats, a block of cheese...
"Aha! Crofter's," Logan whispered, reaching for the jar. "Maybe I'll make some toast.."
Logan shut the fridge, spinning around on his heel to walk towards the fridge. However, a sudden movement in the doorway made him jump, nearly dropping the jam and ruining his whole escapade.
"...Logan?" Patton mumbled, rubbing his eyes. "What're you doing..?"
"Er.. just grabbing a midnight snack," He said. "I- my apologies, if I woke you up. I tried to stay quiet."
"S'okay. 'M just getting some water."
Logan nodded, letting the half-sleeping man walk past him to the sink before popping a piece of bread in the toaster. He tapped his foot as he waited for it to cook, turning back around to face Patton.
He had gotten his cup of water, and was now sipping at it while staring quizzically at Logan.
"..hey, Lo?" He asked. "..is that- is that a tail..?"
"..what?"
Patton pointed to something just behind and below Logan, slowly raising an eyebrow. Logan looked down, all the blood rushing out of his face when he saw that he did, indeed, have a tail.
"...Logan?"
He didn't respond, staring in horror at Patton for a moment before bolting out of the room. All sense of stealth was forgotten as he sprinted back to his room, slamming and locking the door behind him. Logan shut his eyes, sliding down the back of the door until he was sitting on the ground with his head in his arms. He forced the tail away, wincing only slightly as it disappeared with a pinch.
Please let him forget it, Logan thought, struggling to take a deep breath. Please let him think it was a dream.. please- please let me stay this time...













