#funny how mark and logan raced under the same number

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(shitpost) based on my previous post…

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Bad Ideas

Writing a little something for my 500 followers celebration! I've been watching the latest trailer for Westworld again, and this gave me tons of Logan feels…

The prompts that were asked by @starless-skyox are :

3. "I think we're fucked."

8. "The world is a mess. But you're not."

10. "I'm just trying to protect you."

21. "I think... I think you could actually save me..."

Warning for… everything that goes with Logan in Westworld, do I really need to write it all down?

Hope you all like it! Thanks for the request.

Gif not mine

Word Count : 3492

You were starting to think that one could actually get killed in Westworld. Yes, bullets had no effects on you, but knives did cut through yours skin. Rocks could still shatter your skull. Hands could still strangle you.

And much more dangerous than the hosts, the guests were often driven by a thirst for adrenaline and pleasure that often led them to kill, or worst…

Next to you, Logan was lying unconscious. The blood on his temple was everything but fake. The rifle butt had knocked him out, cutting his skin. You didn't think that he was badly hurt, but there was enough strength in the hit to make him black out.

And now you were left alone with an unconscious Logan in that tiny room full of shadows. You could hear the drunk voices of the men who had captured you in the adjacent room. They were singing what you guessed was some kind of drinking song.

You could hear someone pacing before the door as well though, and it was driving you crazy.

You loved coming to Westworld, and you were not ashamed of it. You enjoyed the rush, the feeling provided by so many adventures displayed before you, only waiting for you to be fully explored. But there was this more violent side of it that you didn't like that much. The bloody side. Which was why you enjoyed coming there with Logan. He seemed to love shooting robots, and you could focus on plots and stories, and mysteries. The two of you were a perfect team. But you had fallen into a trap another guest had set upon the two of you, and now you were so scared of what might happen…

Because if a robot was programmed to avoid to kill a human, a human was most definitely not programmed in the same way.

The pacing before the door was echoing in your mind, in such a loud way, you wondered if it was real, or just an illusion, the ghost of a sound that had already disappeared.

Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap…

You tried to wake up Logan again.

"Hey! Wake up!" you whispered, shaking his shoulder.

For the first time since you had been locked in that room – and there was too little light in the tiny place for you to guess for how long you had been there – Logan moved slightly.

"Logan!" you called, shaking him more.

He groaned.

"Logan, you need to wake up!"

He let out another groan, his head throbbing. He felt so sore and tired…

He eventually realized that his hands were tied. He looked up at you, not understanding what had happened nor where he was. But the look on your face told him everything he needed to know.

"Frank?" he asked in a hoarse voice.

You nodded.

"He trapped us, and he hit you on the head," you answered.

"You hurt?"

"Just a bit shaken. A couple of bruises here and there, but nothing serious."

"We shouldn't have trusted this guy."

"I told you so, Logan. But you seem to be willing to trust anyone after a couple of drinks."

"I had more than a couple of drinks for my defence…"

"What are we gonna do?" you interrupted him, helping him to sit up, and he finally realized that your hands were tied as well, chains already marking the skin of your wrists. "There's no window, the only way out is through that door, and there's someone pacing before it."

Your voice was shaking, and for once, you were terrible at hiding how scared you were.

"Y/N, we're in Westworld, nothing can happen to us," he reassured you.

"Say that to your own head."

"We're going to be just fine," he smirked.

"How? Are you planning to charm your way out of this? It's probably not going to work."

"I break the door open and you knock the guard out."

"The others are in the next room, can't you hear them singing? They will be upon us in the blink of an eye."

"Let me think…"

But you saw him wincing.

"Your head?" you asked him.

"Yeah… it's much worse than a hangover, I'm telling you."

"I can believe you. And considering the number of hangovers you had to go through in your life, I'm sure you're an expert."

He chuckled, resting his back against the wall behind him to steady himself while his head kept on spinning.

The look of fear in your eyes made him doubt everything. After years of friendships, you had already spent a good amount of time in Westworld together. You were braver and much tougher than one may think after a mere glance at you. He liked this strength in you all hidden with kindness but that could reappear if needed. He loved your silly jokes and sass although they remained barely visible under your apparent calm. He loved this untameable side of yours, the fact that he knew that you were too independent to really belong to anyone, this wilderness in your gaze that made you defend your freedom.

But now, you were shaking, and all he could see in your eyes was fear…

And he hated it.

"I'm going to find something, just… give me a minute. My head is still blurred."

There was a loud noise right before the tiny room you were locked into, and you gasped in fear, instinctively moving closer to Logan.

"We need to get out of here," you whispered. "I have a terrible feeling about all this."

"Robots can't hurt us."

"I'm not worried about the robots…"

"We've been in worst situations than this already. Relax, would you?"

You hissed at his casual behaviour.

"Logan… this man is dangerous. We could get seriously hurt."

"We won't."

"How can you know?"

When his dark brown eyes met yours again, his smirk had disappeared. Instead of his casual lopsided smile and his relaxed expression, there was something serious. And when he spoke, his voice sounded like a vow.

"I'm not going to let them hurt you."

You slowly nodded.

"Now, relax. You're the brain, here. Remember?"

You nodded again.

"Do you think we should wait for them to come?" you asked him, but he shook his head.

"It's always better to have the element of surprise. Don't you think so?"

"We're trapped in this cell, how do you imagine to get the element of surprise?"

"It's not a cell. More like a…"

"It doesn't matter, we're still trapped!"

Logan heaved a sigh, resting his head against the wall behind him.

"You know, I could be in a bedroom right now, drunk, and surrounded by beautiful women."

You rolled your eyes.

"Robots, Logan."

"If I were home, they would be real women."

He failed to notice your wince. And though you kept on repeating to yourself that you were just silly, having feelings for a man like him, you could only fail not to be hurt every time he mentioned his debauchery.

"Well… perhaps you should thank me," you replied. "At least I can form a full sentence, not like much of those girls you keep on fucking."

He suddenly turned to you, narrowing his eyes. Your tone was cold, bitter even.

"That was a pretty mean remark. Especially if you consider that I've slept with your cousin."

"I didn't choose my family…"

"Are you jealous?"

"Don't be silly, Logan."

You heard some noise near the door, and the two of you instantly fell silent, focusing on the sounds around you. But it soon faded.

"So… about our current problem…" you tried to bring back the conversation to the situation at hand.

"You being jealous?"

"Us being trapped."

"I think we should destroy that door and get out of here right away."

You shook your head slowly, your mind racing to find an alternative way to get out of that room. But no matter how bad Logan's idea sounded, you couldn't find anything else…

"So, you kick the door open, and I knock out the guard?" you asked.

He nodded.

"And then we get in that adjacent room and shoot them all."

You rolled your eyes.

"You have such a delicate nature, Logan."

"I can be delicate. In bed. If I want to be. And considering this sudden jealousy of yours, I'm wondering if you would actually be ready to consider it."

You stared at him with an earnestly outraged expression.

"Are you fucking serious?!"

He smirked, but struggled to swallow back the lump that had been creeping up his throat.

Perhaps he really had gone too far this time.

"Come on, I was just joking."

"Well, Logan… it's not funny."

"Alright. Sorry, that was out of line."

"I'm worth much more than to be fucked and forgotten the next morning…"

"Y/N, that was just a joke. A bad one, though. I'm sorry."

"Are you really apologizing? Wow, that's a first."

He rolled his eyes.

"Can we focus on the task at hand instead of bickering?"

"Yes, please," you nodded.

He stood up, staggering a bit as his head spun again, but when he looked at you, he had a confident smile on his face.

"Ready to be saved, My Lady?"

"Just let's get it over with already."

The next second, he was running to the door, shoulder first. He winced as he collided with the wooden surface, but the door easily broke under his weight.

The man posted to guard the two of you was too surprised to react as you hit him hard on the head with your chains, knocking him out quickly.

Logan picked up the man's gun, but the sound of the door crumbling had already drawn the attention of the rest of the thugs that drunk in the living room. Eight men were standing before you already, weapons at the ready. And for a second, no one moved, the two sides merely staring at each other.

"I think we're fucked," Logan stated.

The wooden wall next to you exploded in millions sheds under the many bullets that were shot.

Out of your sharp reflexes, you protected your face with your arms, forgetting for a second that the bullets could not hurt you.

But Logan had not forgotten, and he shot most of the hosts in the room, invisible bullets flying towards him and never hitting him. After a few seconds, your head was back to work, at least enough for you to grab the nearest gun and start shooting as well.

In less than a minute, the floor was covered with blood, the air filled with the scent of iron and powder. All the robots were lying on the ground, holes in their skeletons of steel.

But there was one enemy still standing in the room. And before you could notice his presence, he was wrapping an arm around you and pressing a sharp knife to your throat.

"Drop your weapons."

Logan immediately turned towards you, and his heart stopped at the sight of the shining metal against your skin.

It was hard for him to breathe now. He couldn’t let you be hurt.

The two of you exchanged a glance.

"I said : drop your weapons," Frank repeated.

"I swear if you hurt her, I'll kill you," Logan hissed through gritted teeth.

"We both know you're all words, Logan, but no action will come out of this miserable threat. I could kill her though."

"And be sent to prison for the rest of your days, great idea…" you replied.

But he pressed the blade a bit more against your throat, and you didn't dare to go on, the feeling of the cold metal too vivid for you to risk it.

"I can still blame a malfunctioning robot."

"I'm still here," Logan pointed out.

"You won't be that hard to kill either."

"Just let her go," Logan offered. "You let both of us go, and we won't hold any grudge, we just forget about each other…"

"Drop your weapons first."

"They can't hurt you anyway."

"A rifle butt can still hurt."

You and Logan exchanged another glance, and you nodded slowly.

"Alright," Logan nodded.

He bent down to put his rifle on the ground, and you let your weapon drop… right onto Frank's foot.

The man couldn’t refrain the reflex as he shifted his painful foot, releasing his grip on you just enough to allow you to hit him on the stomach with your elbow.

The next second, the butt of Logan's rifle was colliding with Frank's temple, and the man fell to the ground in a thud.

But Logan was not done with him yet.

He had a dangerous expression on his face, full of hatred and rage, that you had never seen before.

"Logan, let's go!" you urged him, but instead of following you towards the door of the house, he bent down above Frank.

"DON'T YOU EVER DARE LAY YOUR FILTHY HANDS ON HER! DO YOU HEAR ME?!" he roared, grabbing Frank's collar before punching the man hard in the face.

You were left petrified a few feet away, unable to bring your muscles back to work, too shocked of Logan's behaviour. He was out of breath, shouting, his face reddened by an anger too large for him to handle.

"If you ever approach her again, I'll kill you!"

He kept on punching Frank in the face, even if both his knuckles and your enemy's face were covered with blood.

You finally snapped out of your trance and hurried to his side, pulling him away from Frank.

"Logan! We need to go!"

"SON OF A BITCH!"

"LOGAN!"

The sound of your shout finally brought his feet back to the earth.

"We need to leave, now!" you urged him again, and this time, he followed you towards the door, picking up the keys to your chains and a couple of firearms as he crossed the room filled with motionless corpses and puddles of blood.

You stole a couple of horses and hurried away from the house. You didn't really know in which direction you were heading, but you didn't really care. There was nothing but golden fields, trees and hills around you. In the horizon, the sun was slowly falling, setting the sky on fire and colouring the Heavens with red and gold.

You hurried on for several hours, afraid to be followed. But at some point, you were too tired, and Logan proposed to spend the night near a little river. You fell from your horse more than you hopped down of it, and Logan helped you to get back on your feet.

"You okay there, sweetheart?"

You clenched your jaw. You hated it when he used to nickname on you. Or well… you actually loved it, but you hated the fact that you adored it.

"I'm fine."

"Did he hurt you?"

"No, I'm fine."

"Let me take a look."

He held your chin before you could protest, making you raise your head for him to inspect your throat, but the skin there was intact.

He let go, turning away from you to prepare a fire for the night.

"That was pretty scary," you admitted, sitting before the flames and warming your hands as the chilly air made you shiver.

Logan sat down next to you.

"We could head for the closest town," he proposed.

You nodded.

"I don't know for you, but I think that was enough adventure for one trip to Westworld for me."

He laughed.

"What does that mean? You want to leave Westworld or just stay in a quiet town and enjoy lazy plots."

"Lazy plots sound good right now."

He nodded.

"But feel free to spend all your time and energy fucking robots," you went on.

Your eyes were set on the fire before you, the embers and flames colouring your eyes as they reflected in the two orbs. But Logan was not looking at the fire as well, he was staring at you.

"I think I'd rather spend the rest of the trip with you though," he breathed.

There was something earnest in his voice, almost fragile, that took you aback. You were not used to this side of him. He usually never let out any of his demons or weaknesses, although you knew he had plenty of them. He kept them all hidden behind smiles, sassy remarks and a careless behaviour. You knew him better than that though.

"Really?" you asked in a warm tone.

He shrugged, a smirk on his lips.

"Hey, you know… You may need me to save you again."

You rolled your eyes.

"I reckon that I've saved myself on this one, Logan."

"Are you kidding?! I'm the one who knocked down that bastard! And what about the door?!"

"Speaking of which, I should take a look at your hand."

He didn't complain when you reached for his hand and started to clean the dry blood from his hand using a white handkerchief and a bit of water.

He remained silent for a while, but you knew that his coffee-like eyes were fixed upon you.

"Actually…" he finally whispered, breaking the silence that had been surrounding you, only troubled by the hushed whisper of the river by your side and the wind in the high branches of the trees that sheltered the two of you.

He paused for a few seconds, looking for the right words. And when he spoke again, his voice wore this same fragility within his tone.

"I think... I think you could actually save me..."

You froze, stopping your delicate movements to clean his bleeding knuckles.

"I know, I'm more badass than I might look like at first," you tried to joke.

But he ignored your remark, and rested his unharmed hand on your cheek, forcing you to meet his eyes. Under the dim light of the night and the fire, the two orbs were almost black, so intense that you found yourself trapped…

"I wasn't talking about that," he whispered.

"I know," you nodded, your voice shaking.

His calloused finger travelled across your cheekbone in a tender caress.

"See? I can be delicate," he smiled.

"I know, Logan. You always are like this when you're with me."

"Have you ever considered…? Us…?"

He fell silent again. He couldn't really put words on what he felt like, on what he wanted, on how to convince you. He couldn’t even fully convince himself...

You shrugged.

"I've always thought that if you were interested in me in the first place, you would have made a move and fucked me a long time ago. And we would be strangers again by now. Right? That's what you usually do."

He clenched his jaw, but could hardly deny the truth you spoke.

"I just wanted… You know that I'm not the best human being…"

"You're not the worst either, if it can reassure you."

You exchanged a little smile.

"I just…" he went on. "I'm just trying to protect you. Because you're so… You see what I mean? I mean you're… The world is a mess. But you're not."

You saw that he was struggling to swallow.

"It doesn't make any sense, right? What am I saying?" he breathed.

"I have to admit that I'm not sure..."

"Do you think that it would be a good idea? You and I?"

"Probably not."

He smiled.

"Good. I don't like good ideas anyway."

"Logan…"

"I'm not talking about a one-night stand."

"What are you talking about then?"

"I don't really know… something I'm not really used to. But I'm… I don't know… perhaps you're right. Perhaps it's just the aftermath. I was so scared to lose you in there."

"Really?"

"Of course."

"We're different, you and I, Logan."

"Yeah… I told you, it's probably a bad idea."

He kept on staring at you with such an intensity that no matter how hard you tried, you still couldn't look away.

"Want to try this bad idea with me anyway?" he asked after a short silence.

You smiled.

"You don't mean that, Logan."

"I do though."

There was something in his eyes that made you believe him. An earnest glint that gleamed there. And you wanted so much to believe him…

"What if we spend the rest of the trip here together? You'll tell me what you want when we get back," he offered.

You nodded slowly.

"It's a bad idea," you smiled. "And I bet you're going to make me like it in the end, Logan."

He smiled.

"If you give me a chance to convince you, I won't waste it, for sure."

You both chuckled, and he drew you closer, holding you against him.

Before long, you were both asleep, your legs a tangled mess as you slept in his arms. And despite the events of the day, you didn't have bad dreams that night. You only dreamed of him…

And you didn't know it, but he only dreamt of you.

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