238, Sunday Morning - NFB

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Logan woke up slowly, realizing for the second day in a row, he wasn't in his own bed.

Then he remembered his own bed had been destroyed.

He sighed and dragged the covers over his head, remembering the events of the last few weeks.

Attacked by Darla, and rescued by a freshman girl. He'd taken her back to her room after she fell asleep, which was misunderstood by some people, especially Cam, when he thanked Molly for the rescue the next day.

Too sore and scared to go back to his house, he'd crashed in the assistant's lounge, where he'd been woken up way too early by Angel.

Exploring the sixth floor hypercubes that evening had been fun, though.

The next day he'd run into Angel in Bel's body, then encouraged him to mess with Bel a little and watched as Angel reconsidered sunbathing.

Maybe he should've done more to Bel when he had the chance. He'd come across Bel attacking Veronica a couple of days later. He'd shot Bel in the arm, which scared him off, but it wasn't enough to keep Veronica safe. The next morning, after talking to Veronica, he'd found Bel and Phoebe in the assistant's lounge and told Phoebe the secret Bel had tried to kill Veronica over. Now Bel had no reason to hurt Veronica.

(Apparently things hadn't gone well with Bel and Phoebe. Such a shame. Guess mass murderers aren't the best kind of boyfriend. He'd sent Phoebe a consolation gift, but she hadn't appreciated it.)

He'd completed his first task for the new Vice Principal. Odd fellow, but Logan liked him.

He'd talked to Angel about vampires and demons.

As if things weren't weird enough around here, it seemed that he and Angel had become friends.

Veronica had yelled at himyelled at him for telling Phoebe the secret Veronica had been threatening Bel with revealing, but once Logan explained his reasons, things went a little... differently. They'd continued to go differently at DangerShop!Caritas that night.

Veronica'd offered him one of her couches, since the power was out in town. Of course, that meant waking up to Weevil. Should've known that boded poorly for the day.

He'd recruited a few people to help him get supplies from his house. Unfortunately, they were attacked by a snow monster with tentacles which pulled the house down.

He'd gotten back to the school safely and done his share to fight the monsters. Afterwards, he did his share to celebrate at the victory party. Although he did take a moment to check on Veronica.

He peered at the clock, groaned, and rolled over to go back to sleep.

That was when he was attacked.

A cold, wet nose poked its way under the covers and aggressively licked his face.

"No, Sean - sleep now - hey, stop that! Oh, god, you have to go out, huh?" Logan groaned, momentarily regretting his offer to look after Angel's puppy for the night. "Okay, come on." Logan hauled himself out of the bed, threw on some extra clothes and shoes and took the puppy out.

When they got back, Logan dropped the outerwear to the floor, kicked off his shoes and crawled back in the bed for more sleep. Sean curled up beside him and licked his face a few more times before going back to sleep as well.

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As nice as it was to spend an entire night sexing talking with your girlfriend, and as nicer as it was to wake up the next morning beside her, if you were a vampire there was one tiny problem with that: a severe lack of pig's blood in the fridge.

Angel idly wondered if Callisto keeping that in stock would be their version of him letting her have space in his closet.

Then he told himself to stop thinking about any of this because 1) he was a guy and 2) ZOMGCOMMITMENT!!!

So instead he got dressed and made his way downstairs. Sensing folks were still asleep, he entered quietly and didn't bother with the lights as he made his way into the kitchen.

Pig's blood for him, eggs, toast, and coffee for everyone else.

It was something to do.

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Logan pried his eyes open and pulled the covers down just enough to see who was in the kitchen. "What are you doing?" he asked.

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"Making breakfast," Angel replied. He kept his voice low in case Logan was in that zone where you could talk and yet be back asleep one second later.

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Logan sniffed the air. "That's real food," he said, confused.

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Angel blinked. "I didn't say it was for me."

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"Oh, right," Logan said, no less confused.

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"How do you like your eggs?"

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Logan peered at him. "You're cooking for me?"

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"You, John, whoever else is in the mood," Angel shrugged. "Figure after an all-day battle of fighting the snowy evil, people deserve eggs. Toast?"

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"Sure, toast, yeah," Logan said, blinking. "Over-medium? The eggs, I mean."

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"You got it," Angel said. "There's coffee too."

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"Thanks," Logan said. He hauled himself out of bed, poured himself a cup and sat down at the table. "Have a good night?"

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"Not bad." Angel started bringing food and plates out to the table. He paused to pet Sean who had gotten out of bed when Logan did. "Oh. Wait. Am I supposed to be doing bragging here? About me and Callisto?"

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Logan laughed. "Nope. Bragging usually means it wasn't very good and you're compensating," he said.

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Aeryn long ago got used to waking up to other people in the room, but this is one she doesn't recognize at first. Satisfied that John didn't die of hypothermia during the night, she crawls out of bed, very glad she's completely dressed for once.

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"Oh." Angel grinned. "Then it sucked. Really."

He sat down across from Logan with Sean in his lap. Feeling a little self-conscious, he kept his mug of pig's blood closeby, hoping that would make the contents not as easy to see.

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"Hey, Aeryn," Angel said. "There's eggs and toast and coffee if you want."

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"Thanks. I must have been more tired than I thought," she says. She hadn't thought she would sleep at all, yet she'd completely missed both Logan and Angel's arrivals.

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"Long day," Angel said, sympathetically. Then, to explain the other randomness, "I'm letting Logan crash here for now. I spent last night up in Callisto's room."

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Angel should consider himself lucky Aeryn isn't the teasing type. She nods, going straight for the coffee. "Did you two make it out all right?" she asks.

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Aeryn should consider herself unlucky that Angel's not the sharpest fang in the neck at the best of times, let alone on a Sunday morning.

"Yeah, sure," Angel said. "I mean I was just saying to Logan I don't wanna brag or anything but I'd say she and I made it out really, really... oh, wait. Did you mean with the snow monsters?"

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Aeryn closes her eyes, and shakes her head. "Thank you for the mental image. Yes, I meant the snow monsters. Fighting the snow monsters," she clarifies.

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From the way Angel grinned, you would've thought he was still talking about the sex. This was Angel, however, so he really was grinning this much about the fighting and truly and honestly did not have a double meaning when he said, "Yeah, we did great. Callisto really knows how to handle a weapon. I like that in a woman."

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"Good," she says, hoping they're still talking about the same thing and this didn't veer off someplace weird.

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"Speaking of weapons," Angel said, "I was thinking tonight we should have a meeting about the thing."