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After waking up from the nightmare in detention, Logan's heart was pounding and his stomach churning. He managed to make it to a toilet before he vomited.

He clung to the porcelin with sweaty, shaking hands as he puked up everything in his stomach and kept on going. At least it wasn't blood, he thought, as a wave of relief and retching hit him at the same moment.

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[NFB because it's a dream]
Detention.

WARNING: Rated R for violence, racism, character death and sexual assault. This is a nightmare about two evil characters doing very evil things. We went handwavey over the worst bits, but it's still pretty nasty. Do not read if this will upset you.

Co-written with [livejournal.com profile] notstakedyet with special guest appearance from [livejournal.com profile] marsheadtilt.

Logan's nightmare )
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Logan returned to his room, punched in his code and accepted the handful of M&M-like candies that the lock dispensed as it opened.

He closed the door, flopped down on his bed and pondered his DVD collection while munching on the candies.
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Logan lead Cally, Lee, Angel, Parker and Molly back to his house. The snow was thick and still falling, but tolerable. He unlocked the doors and gestured for everyone to come inside. "It ain't much, but it's home," he grinned.
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[locked to [livejournal.com profile] veronicamars1. Partially played by email]

Logan lounged on the couch watching Dude, Where's My Car. The volume was turned up high to cover up the sounds of construction coming from his room, where the NPC Home Repair guys were fixing his terrace doors. A half-empty bottle of Captain Morgan's Rum sat nearby.

After her phone call from Marty, Veronica realized she never had visited Logan. She heard on the radio that he was finally out of the clinic, so she decided to walk into town to see him.
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Logan returned from Thanksgiving dinner with Rory's family. He tossed his jacket in the guest room where he'd slept the night before and went to look at his room.

He flipped on the lights and looked around - at the tequila bottle shattered on the floor near the dresser, the gun lying on the floor, the shattered doors that lead to the terrace, the blood on the floor and on the bed...

Should tape that up, he thought, feeling the rain blow through the broken doors. He swallowed, hard, as he looked out to the terrace and the shovel lying there. Tomorrow, he decided. I'll deal with it then.


He went back to the guest room, and flopped down on the bed, the events of the last week running through his head on constant repeat. What if the spell gone through later - or earlier? What if Jake and Krycek hadn't shown up to help?

Maybe he shouldn't have let Xander take him to the clinic.

Logan rubbed his forehead with his fingertips. He'd gotten into a fight with Jake, Krycek and Rory at the clinic. And fought with Rory later.

He'd had visitors, at least, even if half of them were sent by Rory. Finally met the Callynanders the pirate kept mentioning. Parker'd brought his stuff by. Anakin stopped by on both Monday and Tuesday. Callisto stopped by as well, with a useful gift.

He squeezed his eyes shut tight and remembered confronting Angel last night. He sighed and reached for Coach Ash's get-well gift and took a long drink.

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