Tuesday night, Logan and Sarah.

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Sarah's having a nice quiet evening in when Logan comes in to explain some things. Hell hath no angst like a mutant scorned. Especially the crazy ones.




Fall. Sarah hated it. It began the time of the year that forced you back into clothes, and on a bad day you could ruin an undershirt, a sweater and a jacket all in one go round. She hadn't been having many bad days lately, but it wasn't like she had much of a choice when they did happen. You can't just turn off the bad days for a while so you don't ruin your entire wardrobe.

But today was a good day. In jeans and a sweater, Sarah curled up on the couch with her laptop, finishing up some reading for a class she was taking. It was such a good day. And then there was a knock on the door.

Fall. Logan loved it. The crispness of the air, the stink of summer subsiding, the longer nights and shorter days. But there was one bit of business that had been going on for too damned long unresolved. Last time he stopped by here he ran into Maverick. Maybe this time he'd actually find the woman he was looking for. Maybe - just maybe - she wouldn't stab him.

Heavy hands made for a loud knock upon her door.

Sarah set the laptop down on the coffee table, and made her way towards the door. It wasn't a knock she recognized as one of the XF folks, but then again, she knew that knock from somewhere. It took a minute before she realized it was the last person she had expected to show up tonight. The last person she wanted to show up tonight. Pulling the door open just enough to peek her head out, she glared at him. "Logan, unless you are here to tell me one of the few people I actually give a damn about in the Mansion is in trouble, I really don't give a flying fuck. Whatever it is."

He had just taken a breath to say hello when her little diatribe spilled out. He shut his mouth and just looked at her. Well, at least she hadn't stabbed him right off the bat. "We need to talk, kid." he said as neutrally as he could - which really wasn't very. "Owe you at least that much."

She snorted in response. "You owe me that? Logan, what good do you suppose coming over here to ruin my evening is going to do me? You went off to be crazy somewhere else. I accept that."

"Yeah." he said. "Hate me that much already, do ya?" he muttered. "C'mon, kid, Least lemme tell you what happened. Then you can scream at me, stab me, whatever'd make you feel better." he promised.

"Already? Logan, it's not like this just happened. I've had a long time to brood." Sighing, she kicked the door, and swung it open for him to enter. "Go ahead and sit down. I'm changing out of this sweater before the bones fuck it up."

Although it upped the chances of him not getting out of her apartment without bloodshed, he grinned at that. "Get comfy." he said, bypassing her couch in favor of her fridge. He was going to need beer to get through this.

Probably a lot of beer.

Sarah came back out of the bedroom in a ratty sweatshirt and frayed denim shorts, both of which looked like they'd been worn in a fight or two. She wrapped a blanket around herself from the couch. "You know, when someone is no longer sleeping with you, it is considered polite to ask before going through their fridge."

By way of apology he tossed a beer bottle her way. "Thanks." he said before unscrewing his and taking a swallow. Then he planted his ass on the couch opposite from where she was curled up. "So." he said. "How you been? You're not easy to get a hold of. Been by a few times, knocked, you weren't home." he said. "Spook Central keepin' you busy?"

"Among other things." Sarah took a healthy swig of her own beer, and set the bottle down on the table. "I do have a life you know. I'm not just pining away over here waiting for you."

He grinned at that. "Not your style." he said. "And I wasn't expecting you to. I just figured you deserved to hear it from me." he said. "So here's the deal." he said, then explained the whole Wendigo op from top to bottom and what he'd needed to do to survive. "Not exactly a real fun time in my life." he admitted.

"Right. So you went crazy, and decided you were too dangerous for anyone south of the Canadian border. I got it." Sarah leaned her head back against the couch, picking a nice spot on the wall to stare at. Wasn't this conversation supposed to make her feel better?

"Wasn't my call. I wasn't thinking anything beyond base instincts." he said, toying with his beer-bottle. "Heather and Mac, they've pulled me out of that kinda state before." he explained. "Too much of a risk of me killin' folks otherwise."

"Well, excuse me if I'm pissed off about the whole situation anyway." Sarah tilted her head to glance at him, then turned away again. "All I know is you were gone, and all I had was this stupid letter in some chick's handwriting telling me you were dangerous. No shit you were dangerous. That's why I was sleeping with you in the goddamn first place!"

"Still am." he confided with one of his old cocky grins. "But what I have now that I didn't have then is control." he explained. "I had to go deep, kid. Otherwise Wendigo would have torn us all apart, then Shaman, then anyone and anything else that crossed its path. Big black magic, kid, as nasty as it comes." he said. "I went deep, Sarah. So deep that there was barely anything left of Logan or whatever the fuck my name is." he said. "I was an animal for a while." he confessed.

"But you've got it back now? Good until the next time somebody decides you're not safe for others to be around?" Sarah sighed, finally, shifting her body to face him on the couch. "Till the next time you throw yourself away for the good of the fucking cause?"

"Somethin' like that." he said agreeably. "Yeah, I got it back now. But it's always there. No different then you goin' off and murdering people because the nutjars who run this joint think it'd be a great idea." he said. "We both know that what I am is pretty thin." he said. "A crust over a nasty killin' machine who enjoys every second of what he does best." he said. "And we both know what you are." he added softly.

Sarah snorted, loudly, and tossed back the rest of her beer before replying. "Yeah, Logan, we all know what I am. Just barely this side of batshit insane. Barely." She smiled, but the expression wasn't pleasant. "But I'm not going to up and disappear without a word because I'm 'too dangerous'. I'm not you." She got up from the couch then, dropping her empty bottle in the trash can on her way to the door. "You've said what you need to say now. I think you should go."

"I'm sorry." he said, then stood up and looked at her one more time. "Die fighting, kid." he said sardonically, then stood up to dispose of his own empty before heading out her front door. "If you ever need any backup..." he said, then let it die.