#patton's puns

[sanders-sides-uncorrect-quotes]

I saw a few posts floating around about an AU where Janus is introduced first instead of Virgil and is the one to get accepted first and tbh I absolutely love that idea and I may have to draw something for it

Janus gets to sing in the song Lies like he wishes he did in canon

He was the one who kept the other darks hidden and slowly let them out so it'd be interesting to see him trying to do that whilst being a recognised good guy, sure he has 6 arms but is 2 enough to hold each dark side at bay when he's not there?

If he ducks out there'd have to be a montage in the first part of Thomas going around and telling the truth about everything and it making his life start to crumble

Janus leaves the dark in the same way Virgil does after AA

Without him there the dark side is basically in anarchy

I imagine Orange to be Wrath/Rage/Anger/smth like that, so I imagine without Janus there he'd just be screaming and throwing stuff around nearly 24/7

Remus' is somehow even more unhinged

Being left alone to deal with those two maniacs (mentioned just above) leads to Virgil basically going insane and hating Janus even more than he does in canon because he used to be the one to calm down the other two (I imagine he and Virgil used to sip coffee together whilst watching Remus and Orange fight in the living room)

Even though Virgil is terrified of him, he forms a very shaky friendship with Remus and they bond over their what-ifs and pain over Janus

Janus is so focused on his friendships with the lights and Thomas that he lets his guard down for a moment and that leads to the dark sides to start rebelling (not sure which one would be revealed first, my gut says Virgil but maybe it'd be cool to leave him til later)

I'm super curious of what Virgil would be like as a villain introduced in season 2, how he would look, if he would still be called Anxiety or something else like Paranoia (which I think could be fitting if he was introduced later on like I said in the last point)

After Accepting Anxiety in canon Patton and Virgil formed a familial-like bond, in this AU Patton and Janus are more marriage-coded

Janus and Virgil's dynamic is a very obviously one-sided hatred. Virgil looks ready to jump at him and rip his head off whilst Janus looks at Virgil with pure grief and regret (because there's absolutely no way that Virgil will trust him ever again, at least in his eyes)

[loganslowdown4]

Patton: Hey Logan, what are the strongest days of the week?

Logan: I’m not sur—

Patton: Saturday and Sunday! The rest are WEAK days!

Logan:

Patton: :D

Patton: Hey come back-

[ssslimyboy]

Patton: What do you call an intergalactic romance?

Logan: I don't know, what?

Patton: A spaceship!

Logan, futilely trying to hide a smile: That's not funny at all.

[edupunkn00b]

One Last Time Around

Photo CC 4.0

Written for the @extremetimedchallengeexchange. Prompt: Platonic Sides in a human AU. Found family, dystopia, happy moments in a not-so-happy situation a plus. No fluff, no crack, no romance.

WC: 2414 - Rated: T - CW: Major Character Death implied off-screen, dystopia & post-apocalyptic -

“Is that a bicycle?”

Patton’s sudden question pulled the group from their thoughts and they stopped their trek through the underbrush. Six pairs of eyes followed the boy’s excited pointing. Remus was closest and gave his shoulder a little squeeze. “Not quite, buddy,” he grinned. His cheeks ached at the movement and his voice was scratchy. How long had they been walking? “That’s an old ferris wheel.”

“Really?” Patton wiggled, jostling his hoodie and momentarily hiding the bright yellow warning light on the fever chip at the back of his neck. He turned to look back at Logan. “Like the one Fern rode at the county fair?”

Ever the teacher, Logan crouched down and smiled at the boy like he was a star pupil. “Yes, Pat. Precisely.” Fingers twitching on his shoulder straps, Remus just knew it took everything Logan had to not whip the book out of his pack right there.

The remnants of that morning’s rain still dripping from the trees was a powerful deterrent.

“Can we get closer?” he asked, eyes now trained on Virge.

He already had his tracker out. He frowned, pulling his hood lower and shielding the screen from glare as he peered down at the splashes of color. “There’s no-one around,” he said after tapping at the screen. “Some warm spots… way too small for people. Racoons, probably.” Virge looked up at Janus’ sharp inhale and shook his head, both sets of eyes snagging on Patton’s bandaged hand. “Triple checked. None of ‘em have fevers.”

When Virge’s scanner pinged, they’d dropped to the ground, hoods pulled down and masks up. Virge was the only one who’d moved, pulling out the scanner and muting the quiet alert, intent on the screen. He made a cutting motion with his hand and they stayed down, barely breathing. Waiting.

It had taken more than an hour for a sick baby’s wails to announce the family’s proximity. They’d stayed under cover as the family passed less than a hundred yards from their hiding spot.

Not everyone waited before shooting like Lucas and Janus did.

Thank fuck for the old weather beacons still in orbit. The damn things would outlast them all. And with nobody left in mission control, there was no-one to turn off Virge’s credentials—genuine or borrowed—and stop him from drinking up all the data those satellites still rained down with every pass.

Returning Janus’ curt nod, Virge shrugged and powered down the device before stowing it away in his pocket. “It’s clean. That infected family we saw yesterday didn’t come from here.”

Hope dancing in his eyes as he grinned at each of them in turn, Patton bounced on his toes. “So we can?”

Lucas’ thumb brushed over the safety on his M70 and looked to Janus.

Binoculars raised, Janus peered between the trees. “There’s a parking lot…” The team held their collective breathe. At best, a full parking lot meant the fair would be full of the dead. At worst…

“Deserted,” he said at last. “It looks like they hadn’t quite finished setting up. There’s stuff on pallets in the back lot. Maybe something useful, even.” After one more look, he lowered the binoculars, a glint in his eyes. “It’s safer than the City,” he said, seeking Ro’s gaze.

Ro was staring at the back of Patton’s neck and when he looked up, his eyes were wet. “Yeah,” he said, and cleared his throat, a smile plastered over his face. “Books are great,” he added with a bow to Logan. “But you should see it for yourself.”

~

The sun hadn’t yet breached the highest trees by the time they reached the edge of the fairgrounds. What was left of them, at least. Scraggly ragweed had grown up through the cracks in the asphalt, most of it not even taller than Patton. He was cautious before touching any, inspecting the flowers first to be sure it wasn’t hogweed.

His cries had been what had made them find him. It was early days, back when they thought the only ones left were the immune. Back before the mutations hit. There’d still been birdsong back then.

He and Ro had been the ones to find the little boy. Hands and mouth raw from trying to eat the flowers, he’d sat crying in the middle of a patch of the towering weeds. Older than he looked even back then, the “throwaway” monitoring chip they stuck on infants hung loose on his forehead. All the hospitals must have gone to shit before his parents could get him in to have it properly removed after his first birthday.

Patton had sat there, just fucking bawling. Alone. But instead of recoiling from them, tall scruffy strangers, the little boy had reached for them, that now familiar hope in his big teary eyes.

Remus had kept just enough sense to check the back of the kid’s neck for a fever chip. Its bright green glow bounced off the faded note duct-taped to his dirty sweater.

His name is Patton. Please take care of him when I’m gone. Bless you. - Lynne

“Wow…” Patton stood beneath the ferris wheel, staring at the sunlight glinting of the top car. The wheel was huge, a good three or four hundred feet up in the air. It had been made of solid durasteel, too. Not a speck of rust anywhere on it and the rotors, sealed to keep out dust and shit had done a good job of keeping out the weeds.

Remus whistled. This county had had serious money. Back when magic numbers in a digital bank statement meant anything, anyway.

“We clear,” Virge reported, coming back from checking the perimeter with Lucas. “There’s no-one for miles.”

“And there’s a generator,” Lucas said, coming back from checking the perimeter. “Solar,” he added, unable or unwilling to suppress a grin. “Betcha last watch Lo and Virge can get it working.”

“That’s a loser’s bet,” Remus laughed, pointing to the tool belt already clipped to Virge’s belt. “You’ve already had a crack at it, haven’t you?”

“I will admit,” Logan murmured. “It would be gratifying to charge my tablet.”

Patton’s bright eyes followed the conversation, stitching together what else they might get to work with a little juice.

“Go for it. Ro, you take Pat around to explore.” Patton grinned and grabbed Ro’s hand and took off down the row of carnival games before he could say another word.

“I’ll go with them,” Lucas said before catching up.

“Okay, while you two see if you can get those generators going,” he nodded to Logan and Virge, “Me and Jay’ll see supplies there might be. Meet back in one hour.”

“Or sooner,” Logan said, eyes following Patton down the row of games.

“Or sooner,” he agreed. “Electric lights would be a good signal you did it.”

Janus waited until they’d disappeared on the other side of the trailers before finally voicing what they’d all seen that morning. “How long?”

Remus let his eyes close and swallowed back the growing lump in his throat before taking a deep breath. He let it out slowly, then opened them, heading toward the stacks of pallets wrapped in frayed plasti wrap. “Depends on the variant,” he said as they walked. “The kid dodged whatever got his mother, and he’s still below one-oh-two, but everyone I saw had been bad enough for the ER, it’s not necessarily—”

“How long, Dr. Prince?” Janus asked again.

Stopping, Remus sighed. “If he goes red…” He shook his head. “A day? Two?”

Janus’ jaw twitched, but he nodded. “Understood.”

~

The first two pallets turned out to hold nothing but folding chairs and more fencing. On the third, though, he and Jay hit the jackpot.

“Thank fuck for sodium benzoate!” Remus muttered, turning over a sealed package of ‘beef’ jerky.

Janus chuckled, shoving handfuls of powdered milk packets for some fancy ass ice cream maker into an empty duffle bag. Powdered Gatorade went next. “Wasn’t that stuff supposed to be bad for you, Doc?”

“Starvation’s worse,” he said, grabbing all four cases before tugging Janus’ sleeve. “Hey, look at the bottom layer.”

They stared together case after case of bottled water. “Plastic’s bad for a lotta stuff. It’s good for us right now, though.”

Before Janus could answer, warped music doppled out of a nearby speaker, quickly balancing out into a jaunty melody. They looked back at the fair. A merry-go-round had started up and LEDs in a rainbow of colors twinkled from every structure.

“Holy fuck, they did it!” Remus muttered, shaking his head. “C’mon, we’ll let the others load up, too, But first…” 

They both stilled when the faint sound of Patton’s excited cheers carried over the music. “But first him.”

“Yeah.”

~

They managed to get Patton to slow down long enough to have some Gatorade and a few bites of food before he was back on his feet, pulling Lucas and Janus toward the carnival games. “I’m not hungry,” he said, smiling up at them. “Please? I saw a game with big rifles just like yours! Let’s try it!”

Lucas ruffled his hair and nodded. “Alright,” he said. “Those games are rigged but I’ll teach you how to aim around it.”

When they returned about an hour later, Patton walked a little slower and he didn’t fight Remus’ suggestion to take a break before leading Ro off to a Test Your Strength game. The others sat quietly and listened to his peals of laughter each time Ro’s hits sent the little ball up to the top.

The mirror maze was next, and Logan and Virge pointed out all the little tricks for finding his way through. The trio emerged, victorious, with Logan and Virge swinging Patton back and forth like they’d done back when he was tiny.

“Will you ride the Ferris Wheel with me?” he asked, holding out a hand to Remus.

“You two are the logical pairing,” Logan said, quieter than he usually was in Teacher mode.

Patton nodded, turning and pointing at the cars. “Logan explained how it has to stay balanced. We’re just right to be in the same car.” 

“Each of you will need to join them in alternating cars,” Logan said when they’d reached the loading area. “Ah, I will man the controls, if you don’t mind.”

“It’s okay to be scared of heights,” Patton said, reaching over to squeeze his hand.

Logan’s eyes widened before he smiled and cupped Patton’s cheek. “You notice everything, don’t you?”

With an answering giggle, he patted the back of his hand and nodded.

“Well, that means me and Jay in one car, right?” Virge said, looking around the group.

“Yes,” Logan nodded. “And Lucas and Roman will balance it all out.”

“Which color car do you want to ride in?” Remus asked, giving Patton’s hand a little squeeze.  

“The blue one!” he said, pointing. 

“Blue it is,” Logan replied and worked the controls. He opened the door to the first car to stop, nodding to Virge and Janus. 

They ruffled Patton’s hair as passed. “See you in a bit, Kid,” Virge murmured and climbed in.

Logan let a few empty cars slowly trail past before loading in Ro and Lucas. Lucas rubbed his head and Ro bent to hug him. “I’ve never been on a Ferris Wheel, either, you know.”

“Really?” Patton asked, eyes big.

“Really,” Ro whispered. His adam’s apple bobbed, but he kept his smile.

With a little laugh, Patton shooed him into a car.

Finally, the blue car stopped and Logan opened the door. “All aboard,” he said. “Tell me about everything you see up there.”

“I will!” Patton grinned and clambered inside.

Logan’s hand tightened on the handle and Remus’ boots stuttered on the platform. Blood roared in his ears and he swallowed hard, lips curled up into his best smile.

Half-obscured by the back of his hoodie, Patton’s fever chip glowed red.

“All aboard,” Logan said again, quieter.

Remus cleared his throat and pushed on a smile. “Hey, make room for me,” he laughed into the mostly empty car.

Giggling at his joke, Patton scooted a bit over on the bench. His choice had been lucky. Most of the cars had benches on either side, requiring two riders to sit face-to face. The blue car held a single swiveling bench so the riders could sit side-by-side.

As their car began the lift, a little laugh spilled from his lips. “I can see the river from here!” he said. “Oh! And look at all those flowers on the other side!”

They took in the sights, the music fading as they got closer to the wheel’s zenith. Patton pointed out every detail, smile bright, even as his voice faded and he shook his head. 

“Hey, Buddy, you okay?” Remus squeezed his hand. It was so hot.

“I’m okay,” he said, still grinning though he shivered. Remus pulled a blanket from his pack and wrapped it around Patton’s shoulders.

“Better?” Remus asked.

“Better. But you feel cold,” he said, touching Remus’ hand. “You sure you don’t need it?”

“I’m good, Buddy,” Remus said, passing Patton a canteen. “Drink a little, yeah?”

Dutifully, Patton sipped at the water, then handed it back when the wheel began to descend. “Everything’s so pretty up here!” he said before waving to Roman and Lucas when their car slipped into view. 

Slowly they came back down, but before Logan opened their car, Patton asked, loud enough for all to hear. “Can we go again?”

“Try and stop me!” Lucas called back. Ro and Virge gave thumbs up and Janus said something too quiet to hear. His smile was all the answer Patton needed.  

“The wheel is in good condition,” Logan responded, looking to Remus for his answer. "It is more than adequate for several more rounds."

“As many times as you want, Buddy,” he said, wrapping his arm around him. The boy curled into the hold, clapping his hands twice before letting them fall to his lap.

“Thank you, Logan!” Patton called back through the open windows as the wheel began to move again. Feet swaying with the movement of the car, he grinned and held Remus hand, sliding close again. “Thank you, Virge!” he called. “Thank you Jay and Lucas and Roman!” Finally, he turned his sweet little face up to Remus. Patton leaned heavily against shoulder, cheeks bright red with fever. “Thank you so much, Re. This is the best day ever!”

[violetsanders]

Did you guys know there's such a thing as competitive punning ?

I mean, that just screams patton, right, like he would 100% spend all of c!thomas's money just to watch... While Logan sat despising every second of it, of course.

@thatsthat24

[theeviltriplet-fromao3]

Thomas: What brings you to the party?

Virgil: just thought I’d be a social anxiety

Patton: idk if I should be proud or concerned

[doorbel]

fuck it The Spreadsheets get their own post I spent too much time for them not to

[pattons-stripper-euro]

No matter what I say about this man, THIS era will always be my favourite, above any other.

Like, goddam forgive me father Patton because I WILL SIN FOR YOU. 🥵😩

[loganslowdown4]

Logan: If I was starting an interview, would you rather hear ‘Hello, I’m Logan Sanders..’ or ‘Hi there, Logan Sanders…’?

Patton: Well, you had me at HelLogan-

Logan:

Logan: I’ll go ask Janus-

[ssslimyboy]

Patton, thinking: (I need a way to figure out if Janus likes me. I know! I'll crack a stupid joke, and if they laugh, they like me.)

Patton: Why did the skeleton go to the dance alone? Because he had no body to go with!

Janus: That's so funny.

Patton, thinking: (Ok, that wasn't a fair test, that joke is really funny.)

[exsqueezememacaroni]

the Cannes crowd didn't know what hit 'em

X

[edupunkn00b]

Meus ex Machina, Chapter 5: Power

Edited public domain image of two hands reaching for each other surrounded by blue and green light.

Prev - Power - Next - Masterpost - [ AO3 ]

Rated: T - WC: - CW: brief descriptions of broken bones and blood While helping the Mad Lads repair HQs solar panel, Logan makes a mistake and someone gets hurt. -

“Hey, Jan?” Virgil poked his hoodie-clad head into Janus’ darkened room and tugged on the drawstrings. His formerly oversized fleece was no match for his last growth spurt and was now just-right-sized. He'd have to ask Papa Bear for a new one soon. “Have you seen Princey? He’s not in his room or out back. I was wondering if he went with Papa Bear and—“

His voice fell away when the light from the hall caught a sparkle of tears in Janus’ eyes.

”Downstairs?” Virgil asked, stepping into the room.

Janus nodded. “Downstairs.” He dried his eyes with one of his ever-present handkerchiefs, the flash of yellow out of place in the gloom. “I was going to give them a few more minutes and then collect him.”

”You want me to go down instead?” Virgil twisted his hoodie strings, voice thickening. There was a warm brush of Janus’ thoughts in his mind, a steady 1-2-3-4 4-3-2-1 pattern and he breathed to the rhythm. After a moment, he spoke again, voice steady and calm. “Princey was pretty mad the last time you…” He shrugged and let their shared memory finish the sentence.

”I’ll bring him up,” Janus said as he rose. He gripped Virgil’s shoulder as he passed, gently steering him toward his own bedroom. “It’s time for you to be heading to bed, as well.”

Virgil didn’t bother to hide his eye roll but still did as he was told, smirking up at him. “One of these days, you’re gonna figure out I’m not a kid anymore, you know.”

“Perhaps…” Janus might have chuckled. “Perhaps when you are actually no longer a child.”

”Oh, ha ha ha,” Virgil deadpanned, blushing when his voice cracked. Janus at least had the grace not to mention it. “Fine.” He started down the hall then looked back over his shoulder. Janus was smoothing his cloak, back straight and face blank. “Call me if you need me.”

“I will,” he nodded. “But only come down if I call for you.”

~ 

Ultraviolet’s and The Prince’s low voices carried from the kitchen. The cold, metal echo along with the taps and stirs and scrapes of meal preparation did little to muffle their discussion. “I don’t hate him,” The Prince muttered. Pretending he couldn’t hear them—and further pretending he didn’t know precisely who they were talking about—Logan hunched over the blueprints spread across the common room table. He missed working with his tablet, but it was one of the many items he’d failed to bring from his old lab. Paper and pencil would have to suffice until he came up with another solution. 

“I don’t hate anyone,” The Prince continued, almost plaintive. “Not, really.”

“Oh, yeah?” Ultraviolet’s drawl was a sharp contrast to the way he moved. “What about that exec from BeBright?” Laughter buzzed under his words.

“I stand corrected,” he chuckled. “I don’t hate any people. Corporates aren’t people.”

Ultraviolet snorted but sobered quickly. “You gotta get over whatever this is, Princey.” He’d lowered his voice. “He lives here now, and if you think Jan’s gonna let him slip away like—”

“I know, ” The Prince snapped. The sharpness in his voice pulled Logan’s attention back to his sketch. He shouldn’t be eavesdropping, but… the main room was the only place with both a table set to the right height for his chair and his mech wouldn't…

He sighed. Yet another unsolved problem on his list. 

“I know he’s gonna be here for a while,” The Prince continued, softer. “Just… you know why I don’t like him, V.”

“If he’s forgiven him, why haven’t you?”

The Prince’s response was too quiet to hear and Logan was grateful for small miracles. Refocusing on his work, he didn’t hear Ultraviolet's approach until he stood behind him.

“Oh, hey there, Machina,” he mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Have you been, uh… What are you working on?”

“Good afternoon, Ultraviolet. I—”

“Call me V,” he interrupted. “If—if you want.”

“V,” Logan nodded with a little smile, then gestured at the blueprints. “I believe I may be able to create a modified suit with greater dexterity and agility. Something to use to move around the base.” He pointed to his rough sketches. It had been nearly a year since he’d lost his left arm but he still found it difficult to draft with precision using his right. Virgil frowned at the plans and Logan braced himself for a complaint over its sloppiness. 

Instead, he nodded. “We have a printer on the third floor,” he said, pointing to the molded leg pieces in his design. “If we can get this into a CAD, I can help you print these up.”

“You…” Logan looked down at the plans, then back up at V's face. “You would be willing to help me?”

“Yeah,” he shrugged. “I’m not completely unreasonable. You’re not a risk, especially if you’re here and not out drawing attention to yourself and hurting people.”

“That was unin—”

“Yeah, I know,” he huffed. “And your suit… helped. We…” V nodded, still scowling. “We would’ve lost people if you hadn’t stuck around to help get those blast doors off the DC.” He sighed, raking a hand through his hair like it had wronged him. “Look, there’s a lot you don’t understand and I don’t mean the whole Powered vs. Not bullshit or even the fucking secret HQ. I mean…” V leaned closer, eyes darting out to the kitchen before returning to glare at him. “Listen, Jan’s not the only one to sacrifice something to keep you safe here. To…to get you safe here.”

“Jan?” Logan swallowed hard, mouth gone dry.

‘Jannie! Jannie, please! You said you’d come back! Jannie!’

“Fuck, Silvertongue didn’t tell you his real name yet?” Scoffing, V shook his head and handed the plans to Logan. “You didn’t hear it from me, got it?”

“Got it,” Logan whispered, staring down at the plans.

‘Jannie!’

He jumped when V tapped the table in front of him. “Hey, Mac, relax. He’s not gonna smite you or something just because you know his name.” V shrugged. “He knows yours, doesn’t he?”

Shaking off the imagined wail from the basement, Logan shifted in his seat. “It is hardly the same thing. He works in HR at Abracadabra.”

"Fair," V laughed and clapped his shoulder. It… stung but… It felt good. “Let’s go get your new Tin Man suit ready.”

Logan frowned. “Does that make you Dorothy in this metaphor?”

“There’s no place like home, Mac,” he laughed again. “No place like home.”

~

The Mad Lads’ printer was phenomenally fast.

Logan shook his head, chuckling, as he pulled the latest iteration of his new left shin from the print bed. “This is incredible!” He twisted it around in his hand, admiring the smooth joints up close. “Something like this would’ve taken a week on my old machine at the University.”

“Glad you like it,” V grinned. “It would get real old real fast if we had to wait that long to make parts for the tank.”

“That’s the second time you’ve called it that.” Logan narrowed his eyes, fighting a smile. “You really expect me to believe you drive an actual tank?”

V smirked. “You’ll just have to see it for yourself one of these days.”

“Could it accommodate my suit?”

“Oh yeah,” he laughed.

A modded left knee joint was 63% complete when V's head jerked up, that increasingly familiar faraway look of either Silvertongue or The Prince calling him washing over his face. “Are you okay here?” he asked, already standing and moving to the door.

“Of course,” Logan nodded. “Is everything—”

“Everything’s fine,” he smiled. “Princey needs me on the roof. He’s working on the new solar panels.”

Logan nodded, face frozen in a small smile. They still hadn’t solved the problem of how to make the roof hatch accessible for him, not without V or The Prince flying up there with him in their arms. “Let me know if there’s anything I can do,” he murmured.

“Yeah. Yeah, I will.” V’s smile grew just as stiff and he retreated from the room with an awkward wave.

Alone again, Logan watched the last layers of his new knee joint take form. If this actually worked, if he could control the limbs with smaller servos, maybe… just maybe, next time he’d be able to get up there and help maintain the panels with everyone else.

With the help of a pair of vises, he was nearly done soldering the wiring for the left leg when The Prince’s voice flooded his mind. -Machina? Can you hear me?-

He winced, the Powered’s strength nearly overwhelming.  “Mm-hm,” he groaned more than said. “Loud and clear.”

-Oh,- Prince replied, quieter, and Logan sagged with relief. -Sorry… Padr—Patton and Silvertongue are out and we need someone to flip the circuits downstairs. There’s an electrical closet—-

“I know where it is!” Logan couldn’t help a bubble of excitement at being actually useful and he hurried to the door. “I’m headed there now!”

A spark of… something other than The Prince’s usual disdain flickered through his mind and Logan sat up a little straighter in his chair as the elevator sped down to the first level. -Yeah, don’t get cocky- Prince’s thoughts poked at him without the usual heat and, for a moment, Logan imagined a little smile behind the message.

Palming open the door, Logan scanned the banks of switches. There were over a dozen labeled ‘Solar.’ “Okay, I’m here, which ones do you need?”

-Alright, flip them all but not the last two, got it? The last two have to stay on,- he sent and Logan started toggling the circuits open. -Right to left,- he added as Logan stared in horror at three open circuits on the left.

“Fuck,” he muttered, just as the lights on the protected red panel faded to darkness and loud, mechanical bells rang throughout HQ.

-Flip them back, flip them back!- The Prince’s voice roared in his mind. -Machina, you imbecile! Flip them-

Logan’s head slammed back against his chair as a wail ripped through his mind. Wordless screams and sobs sizzled through every brain cell, and his skin burned and froze simultaneously. Stabbing pain ripped through feet he no longer had, his body reporting a dozen conflicting sensations.

He was under attack again, metal tearing his limbs, shoving him into a shipping box. Bones cracked and splintered under his skin and screams and laughter ripped up from his throat. He tasted blood and cotton candy and apples.

Clawing at his skin, he felt the blood and flesh under the nails of both hands, all ten fingers restored and digging into his face, his arms, his neck. He doubled over in his chair, choking on hysterical laughter and sobs. The Prince’s panicked cries were barely audible over the pain of the other voice. -Quickly, Machina! Do it now!- Hand shaking, Logan reached up and slammed the solar panel switches closed before he collapsed in his chair, panting as he stared at the other panel. Agonizingly slowly, one by one, the lights flickered back on.

It wasn’t until the last one turned on that the alarm cut out and the screeching in his head dulled. “They’re on,” he managed before the world around him faded to black.

~

Blinding bright light bled through Logan’s closed eyes and he tried to shake away the ringing in his ears. But that only made the room spin more and he laid back. Laid back?

With a groan, his eyes snapped open and he pushed to sit up, but the tremor in his arm enough to knock him flat on his back. “Where—” He turned his head, fuzzy glare filling his vision. “My chair?” he whispered, cottony mouth and throat stealing his voice. “Wha—”

“It’s alright, shhh… Relax, Logan…” A voice soothed him, gentle hands at his forehead, then at the back of his neck. “Here, start with this…” The voice was low and hypnotic, more in his mind than his ears, and he complied, letting his eyes fall shut and the mysterious hands ease him up. Something cool and wet was dabbed at his lips and he lapped at the moisture, humming in satisfaction. “Better?”

“Mm…” The hand moved away and he followed. “More… please…” 

The low voice chuckled. Silvertongue. “Coming right up,” he murmured in that calm, almost hypnotizing voice. Logan focused on it, the little reverberations at the end that told him it was more than just his audible voice at work. It was a Power, but it gave Logan something else to listen to, something besides the whining buzz in his ears. And the memory of that other voice.

This time Silvertongue brought an actual cup to his mouth and he sipped eagerly. “Slowly, Logan, slowly,” he warned, and Logan nodded. His eyes fluttered open, the earlier glare muted.

He was sitting up, the top half of the med bed tilted at a near 90° angle. They were alone in the med bay. “What…” Silvertongue sat on a stool at his side, still dressed in the natty three piece suit he wore to Abracadabra offices. “What happened? Who…” He squeezed his eyes shut, curling over Silvertongue’s arm and shaking his head as the memory, all that pain shuddered through him again.

“Listen to my voice,” Silvertongue murmured, “Listen to me… You’re safe. Everyone is safe. Everyone.” He continued his quiet mantra until Logan sat back again, head resting against the pillow.

Leaning back, Logan realized he was gripping Silvertongue’s arm, clinging to him. He knew he should let go but he… couldn’t make himself release him. Not yet. Silvertongue stroked the back of his hand, his skin warm and soft. Far more gentle than the physical therapists at the hospital, the last people who’d touched his hand. 

It was only then that Logan realized Silvertongue had removed his gloves. The backs of his hands were scarred, thin pale lines webbed across his skin, smooth and flat. Old, old scars.

“You heard him,” Silvertongue said quietly, with only his voice this time. Logan looked up, sharp golden eyes softened with sympathy and… pain.

“Who is he?” Logan whispered, a flash of memory lingering. A menacing Picker Bot as it tore at his limbs, shoving his mangled body into a shipping tote. Blood and bone, not just his own. A runaway car shattering, nails digging into skin. Someone else at the height of passion, head thrown back and mouth open in an ecstatic cry. Another scrabbling for a new hold as they scraped and bounced off a cliffside… 

The touch helped keep the pain at bay, grounding Logan with what was really happening around him. But Silvertongue’s eyes told him he had not imagined any of it. All of it had been real. The voice, the hurt, the fear. The loneliness.

Instead of answering, Silvertongue released one hand and lifted the cup to his lips again. He didn’t speak until Logan drained it and he set it back on the little tray.

“You heard The Muse.”

[veesidesandrarities]

Meant to put some more finishing touches on this but life has been chaotic!

Had issues getting into this here old Tumblr again so it's a little late, but - Happy Birthday, Patton!!

@thatsthat24

[i-am-bitterly-jittery]

If I’d known I was gonna write a aromantic sequel to Perfectly Normal, I probably would’ve titled it Aced It instead

[bibbidi-bobbity-booyah]

I once more forgot about my children. I love them.

JUST so everyone’s aware, “Berry” is a very real, valid surname. And I dearly hope we start seeing it used more often for Logan in human au fics.