She narrowed her eyes. “I’m an idiot, but yes.” She was very tense. “So what are you going to do now? Go find someone else who you can pretend to be human with and play with her feelings?”
“It’s the End of the World as We Know It” (O/O)
(i gtg to bed now. Good night!)
Logan flinched slightly. "I… don't know." He replied slowly, looking up at the sky. "I'm sorry." He said again.
(night!)
“You’ve said that already, Logan,” Allie responded. “I don’t want your apologies. I want to know whether you can give me a reason to trust you.”
Logan sighed. "I…what sort of reason do you want?" He asked, looking at her.
Allie sighed. “I don’t know…why are you here? I understand if you can’t tell me, but it would mean a lot if you at least give me something I can go off of to know that you can tell me truth, at least.”
"I…" He shrugged. "I don't know. I was dropped off six years ago with orders to wait for my instructions. Which…never came." he sighed, raking a hand through his hair.
“So you pretended to be human for six years?” she asked, curiosity and hurt fighting a battle in her eyes. “Do you have any idea why?”
Logan blinked, then shook his head. "No. I don't." He replied slowly, sighing softly. He looked up at the sky.
“Are you sure that they didn’t implant some sort of chip in you? What if they sent you here for this very thing? To ma—befriend someone and then they use you guys to snuff out the last survivors of the human race!” Allie theorized, beginning to get slightly hysterical. She took a step back, fear shining in her eyes.
"I don't know!" Logan exclaimed. "I don't know what's going on, or why I'm here. All i know is i was told to wait for orders, and those orders never came."
Allie sighed. "I want to trust you so badly," she said after a moment. "I want to just wave it off and continue with how things were going, but I don't know if I can." She looked at him miserably. "I'm hurt and confused and…scared."
Logan nodded. "I know…I'm sorry." He replied slowly, gently. "I can…I can leave, if that's what you want." He bit his lip, looking at her.
"I don't know what I want…" she whispered, looking back at him. "What do you want?"
Logan hesitated. You. Some tiny voice whispered in the back of his mind, and he blinked. "I… don't know." He replied slowly.
“I suppose we’re at an impasse,” she sighed dramatically. “Neither of us know what we want.” But I do kind of know what I want, the real problem is that I wish I didn’t want to stay with you, she added mentally. Allie paused, unsure what to say next. “Do you want to leave?” she asked after a few moments. She wasn’t sure what she wanted the answer to be, because as much as she wanted him to want to stay with her, if he didn’t want to, it would be much easier to cut all ties and go back to the way things were for her.
"I…no. I don't want to, but I will if you want me to." He said, looking at her, his golden eyes careful and hesitant. "It's up to you. This is more dangerous for you than it is for me."
Allie felt a rush of happiness that he didn’t want to leave, followed by a rush of anxiety. “I…I mean, you haven’t killed me yet,” she said with a shaky laugh. She bit her lip. A sudden thought came unbidden to her mind: kiss him. No, she would not do that right now. It was hard enough to make this decision without her stupid hormones getting in the way.
He gave a soft chuckle. "Yeah, that's… that's true." He agreed softly, looking at her. She's adorable…and it's so dangerous for me to stay…but…I want to. He sighed softly.
For several moments Allie stood there, thinking. “I don’t think—“ she stopped mid-sentence with a heaving cough, unexpectedly doubling over. She wasn’t sick…was she? She’d heard rumors of coughing fits like hers, but she was only coughing with no other symptoms so it was probably fine.
Logan's eyes widened, and he stepped forward, putting a hand on her back lightly. He too had heard of the coughing fits. "Are you alright?" He asked worriedly, looking at her.
“I’m…fine…” she responded between coughs, taking a deep breath when she finally finished. “Totally fine.” She smiled, but it was weak.
Logan frowned slightly, and nodded. "Alright." He said slowly, his hand still on her back.
Allie sighed, her already pale complexion practically white. She looked a bit drained from the coughing, but she would never actually admit that. “So…what were we talking about?”
Logan frowned. "Me and…if I should stay or go." he replied slowly. "Are you sure you're alright? You look a little pale…"
“I told you, I’m fine Logan,” she said, but it was herself she was really trying to convince. Being pale was a symptom…but the way people got the coughing sickness was a mystery and it hadn’t struck around here, so how could she have gotten it? But she didn’t have it. Right? Black spots swam in her vision. Shit! she thought.
"I don't believe you." he said bluntly. "Come on, we're going home and you're going to lay down." he started walking, gently tugging her along.
She pursed her lips. “I told you I’m fine,” she snapped, managing to be quite sassy for someone who looked like she was about to pass out. Her vision swam, and she tripped, falling to the ground gracelessly.
Logan sighed, and picked her up, starting to carry her. "Nope, you're not." he replied, walking towards the house quickly. "Now come on. You're going to bed."
“Logaaaan,” she complained, drawing his name out. But she didn’t protest anymore after that. She was too tired. What had happened to her? Minutes ago she had been completely fine and now she was so weak she could hardly walk.
Logan kept carrying her, shaking his head a little. "Are you sick?" he asked, looking down at her for a moment, then returning his attention to the path ahead.