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Logan was great at just rolling with the punches. Usually quite literally, but as he'd matured, figuratively as well. Years ago, when he'd woken up on the beach back in Neptune after feeling as though he'd spent years and years on an island full of fictional people, living a life nothing like he'd ever dared dreamed off, he'd been shaken. ...And then he'd moved on, because that was all you could do, right? It had just been a dream after all, right? A really long and vivid one, full of people and memories that still brought him to tears when his mind dug it back up.

Life had gone on though, and Logan had grown up- Had felt himself drawn to the military, a part of his life that often left him daydreaming about a man in a long gray coat, with a far too charming smile. A man he'd googled a thousand times, only to find no trace of him anywhere. ...More proof that he'd either done a shit ton of acid that night without realizing- Or he had some kind of neurological damage going on up there.

That morning, a very mundane one to be honest, on his way from the bathroom to the kitchen, he found himself leaning towards the latter. After all, that was the only explanation as to how he'd gone from the house he shared with Dick, to some weird underground lair. 

Punches. Rolling.

A little snooping left him with only more questions, but with enough information that when someone opened the door to the office he was currently lounging in, he didn't even look away from the computer that was currently playing the best cat videos YouTube had to offer.

"You don't call, you don't write," he said, his feet up on the desk and his gaze still lingering on a cat that was slowly knocking item after item off of someone's kitchen table. "Though given that you're either a figment of my imagination, or I've accidentally stumbled into a Wrinkle In Time, I guess I can't be too mad about it. ...Jack."

Date: 2017-08-17 03:13 am (UTC)
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"A Navy pilot who has experienced cross dimensional travel at least twice in his life? Yeah, I'd hire you. You're more qualified than most," Jack grinned.

Date: 2017-08-17 03:43 am (UTC)
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Jack laughed, a warm, deep laugh that was honestly the first mirth he'd felt in a while. With Val vanishing the world had been grey. It was funny how things worked, though, he thought. Val vanished, Logan appeared...

He'd have to do a bit more research on this whole portal thing.

"Not gonna lie...that would be nice," he said. He pulled the rig into a small car park next to a pizzeria and killed the engine. "We can get you a hotel for the night after this. I'm sure you'll be more comfortable. Now, let's go eat."

Date: 2017-08-17 09:14 pm (UTC)
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"I've slept on that sofa more than once and I can tell you...you'd be better off in a hotel. It's not a big deal, Logan. And it's an expense I can write off, so don't worry about it."

He got to the door and held it open for Logan, the smell of the pizzeria wafting out and making his stomach growl.

Date: 2017-08-17 09:29 pm (UTC)
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It was about half full and Jack picked a seat as far to the back as they could get. There was a menu on the table and a waitress came over. Jack ordered a pitcher and two glasses.

"What kind of pizza?" he asked Logan.

Date: 2017-08-17 09:34 pm (UTC)
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When she came back with the pitcher Jack ordered a small pepperoni and a small everything. That would be more than enough for dinner and breakfast, too.

He poured Logan a beer.

"Tell me about the navy," he said.

Date: 2017-08-17 10:23 pm (UTC)
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"I don't remember being there without you," Jack said. "Actually...a lot has happened. Other dimensions. A city on another planet. And then I found myself back here. Back in a nearly uninterrupted time line. From the satellite to Cardiff and lifetimes of waiting for the Doctor, hoping he could explain things. There's been so much that sometimes I just try to...forget," he said.

Date: 2017-08-17 10:57 pm (UTC)
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Jack took a sip of his beer, thought for only a moment, then nodded.

"Alright," he said. "It's just been so long. I wasn't sure you'd want to be so close."

Date: 2017-08-18 02:32 am (UTC)
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"I really hope it's not a dream," Jack replied, his voice more soft. "I've been dreaming about you for hundreds of years. I've had my fill of dreams."

Date: 2017-08-18 02:44 am (UTC)
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"No? Too bad," Jack said. He pushed Logan's glass closer to him. "I've dreamed about you. Sometimes I can't tell if it's memories or dreams. Or a little of both. For the past few years I've been working on trying to open a portal...I just wanted to see you. I haven't had any success, or so I thought. And then...something happened. And now you're here."

Date: 2017-08-18 03:36 am (UTC)
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Jack took a sip, his eyes locked on Logan. He wanted to grab him. Hold onto him and never let go. But so much time had passed, and such distance.

Still, he couldn't help himself. Jack reached across the table to cradle the other man's face.

"It's so good to see you," he said softly. "Being without you has been...hell."

Edited Date: 2017-08-18 07:49 pm (UTC)

Date: 2017-08-18 09:03 pm (UTC)
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He caressed Logan's face with his thumb, his heart swelling at just how good it felt to touch him.

"Not a story," he said. "What we had there was real. Maybe the best thing I've ever had in my life," he said softly.

Date: 2017-08-20 07:51 pm (UTC)
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"Everything," Jack agreed. "You used to say what we had was epic. I think that's the only way to describe it."

Date: 2017-08-21 07:54 pm (UTC)
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Just then the waitress appeared with a peel and laid down two small pies. She also deposited a couple plates. Jack smiled at her briefly, but immediately looked back at Logan. Love and wonder mixed in his gaze and even though the food was hot and fresh and smelled delicious, he couldn't think about eating.

"Epic," he agreed. "And now we're together again. I feel so...I don't know. This is the best I've felt in centuries."

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