Assisstants Lounge, early morning

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Usually after returning from Sean's oh-my-god-it's-when-in-the-morning? walk, there was nothing Angel liked better than crawling right back into bed. Sean, being a bit of a snuggle hound, usually agreed with him.

This morning was different, however. When they returned Sean began tugging at the leash. Too tired to argue and assuming Sean was trying to find a toy he'd left behind, Angel who in no way spoiled his child let the dog lead him to the assistants lounge.

"Whatever it is, find it quick," Angel told Sean. He got his key out and unlocked the door. "All I want right now is to get out of these clothes, get under the covers and - "

Angel stopped as the light from the hallway fell onto a figure sleeping on the couch.

" - Logan?"

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Logan threw an arm up to block the light. "Dude. Early." His face still had dried blood smudged on it from the previous night's attack.

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Vampire night vision came in handy. Angel closed the door most of the way - not all, he didn't want Logan feeling trapped with him - then came over to take a closer look.

"What the hell happened?"

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"Darla," Logan muttered. He tried to turn onto his side, but flinched in pain and stayed where he was, pulling the blanket (blanket? where'd the blanket come from?) up over his shoulders.

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There were various things Angel felt in response to being given that nugget of information. Several lifetimes' worth of stoicism meant that absolutely none of that was reflected in the calm tone of his voice, or in his demeanor. All that showed was a quick, small twitch along his jawline.

"Do you need to go to the clinic?"

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"'S not that bad," Logan said. "Got away 'fore she could drink." His hand went for the cross at his throat out of habit, but then he remembered the pieces of his necklace were stuffed in his pocket. "Broke my necklace, though."

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"We'll get you another one." Angel gently nudged Sean, who'd been trying to lick Logan's hand, out of the way so that he could kneel down by the couch and get a better look. "Let me see."

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Logan sleepily pulled the broken necklace from his jacket pocket and held it out to Angel.

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Angel had meant looking at Logan's wounds, but he gingerly took the necklace and slipped it into his coat pocket.

"There's a first aid kit," Angel said, just so Logan would know where he was going. "Lemme get that and we'll clean you up a little."

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Logan grunted in an affirmative fashion.

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It took a couple of tries before Angel located it. He then knelt back down by Logan. He took out gauze and peroxide. He decided to start with cleaning Logan's cheek first.

"This'll sting."

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Logan reluctantly gave up the hope of going back to sleep, at least for the moment. "I'll deal," he said, turning his face so Angel could reach the scrapes better.

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"From the way you're moving it mostly looks like bruising," Angel said. He left off the part about his nose being able to tell whether or not the blood on Logan was fresh. He wetted the gauze with the peroxide and touched it to Logan's cheek. "What'd she want?"

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Logan took the gauze out of Angel's hand, sat up and cleaned his own face roughly. "Kill me, drink my blood, leave my mutilated body for the entertainment of passersby. The usual."

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Angel's face, not that it had been betraying much, grew more somber. "Where'd it happen?"

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"Outside the Perk." Logan prodded his shoulder and ribs gingerly. "Yeah, nothing broken."

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"Don't suppose you saw where she ran off to?"

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Logan shook his head. "What, are you going to kill her?" he asked in disbelief.

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"Don't worry about it."

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Logan looked at Angel's face. "No," he said in a low voice. "I guess you wouldn't."

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Angel looked right back at him. "I've done it before."

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Logan raised his eyebrows. "You've killed Darla before? Because she's still out there, so I'd have to say you did a pretty lousy job of it."

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"This isn't my Darla," Angel said, curtly. "Now where did she go?"

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"I don't know," Logan said sharply. "She just ran off after Molly kicked her ass."

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"Fine. I'll find her." Angel nodded in Logan's direction. "How you doing? Need coffee or something?"

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Logan peered at his watch and slumped against the back of the couch. "Coffee good," he said.

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Angel scooped Sean up and dumped him on Logan's lap. "Here. Have a puppy. He can tide you over until the coffee's brewed."

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Logan smiled at Sean and scratched him behind the ears. The puppy thumped his tail frantically against Logan's leg and licked Logan's chin.

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Angel set about putting coffee on. "There might be food in the fridge. On the other hand there might be living food in the fridge. Not sure if you'd want to trust it."

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"It looks like the option at the moment is cafeteria food, so I guess I'll risk it," he said. He helped himself to a soda and a Twinkie he found in the fridge. Sean followed him to the fridge and back to the couch, so Logan gave him the end of the Twinkie.

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Soon enough the coffee was ready. Angel set about pouring a couple of cups. "Got class today?"

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"Unfortunately." He accepted a cup of coffee from Angel. "Thanks. Math and Journalistic Integrity. Which I'm pretty sure is an oxymoron. You?"

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"Studio Art," Angel said. "When's your first class?"

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"First period," Logan groaned. "Is that even legal? I think math at 8 am should be considered cruel and unusual punishment."

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"I'm barely coping with ACJ," Angel said, sympathetically. "Do you wanna grab a shower or something? John and I have one up in the room. Save you using the gym or going back home."

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"Actually, yeah, that'd be good," Logan said. He made as if to run a hand through his hair, but stopped when lifting his arm was too painful. "Hot water, yes?"

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"Hot water, yes," Angel confirmed. "Fluffy towels too."

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"Excellent," Logan said. "I can't abide rough towels." He looked the dirt and scrapes on his hands. "If I see her again, I'm going to kill her," he warned.

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"Aim for the heart," Angel said, simply.