Title: Stolen
Author: br33_br33/Sparkylovesfire
Pairing: Logan/Julian. Future!fic, Daddy!Logan and Daddy!Julian.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 6,285

Summary: Logan Wright is having the worst day of his life. The lady at the Starbucks messed up his coffee ordered, his coworker Ted was a complete jerk, he was pulled over for speeding on the way to pick up his son, AND the kids at Felix's school have been teasing him for thing he can't control. But he can overlook all of that, because that's just the typical bad day for Logan Wright. What makes today the worst?

He just watched his five-year-old son get taken away by some psycho in a mask.

Author's Note: Hi! I still exist, yes. I know I haven't post anything here in a while, but I'm working on it. I hope you guys like this. It's a story set in the Day in the Life!verse. So here. :)

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, Dalton, Logan, Julian, or Ethan and Evan Brightman. They belong to the lovely Miss CP Coulter. Little Logan and Felix are mine, though as well as the random police officers, teachers, and Ted.

"It is not flesh and blood, but heart which makes us fathers and sons." ~Friedrich von Schiller

And then, just when all hope seems lost, the knight shows up to save the day! And the whole village will thank him for his bravery and promise they'll never make fun of him—

"Felix? Why don't you come up front and share your drawing with the class?" Felix's head snaps up to where Mrs. Border, his kindergarten teacher, looks at him with hopeful, yet slightly aggravated eyes. She told the entire class several moments ago to stop their family drawings (which she gave them an hour to do, and Felix finished it in a half an hour. Still very detailed and better than most of the kids around him, if he does say so himself) and listen up while others kids got up and presented their drawings. Felix, to be honest, doesn't like this classroom; they all look at him like he's weird, and they tease him all the time. But the school year is almost over, so Felix has decided to just tough it out rather than complain to one of his daddies about switching schools.

"Yes, Mrs. Border," Felix says, hopping up and walking to the front of the class. He hears snickers behind him as he does. Big brother Logan always says to follow Daddy Julian's philosophy when it comes to people laughing at you: hold your head high, prove them wrong, and one day they'll be sorry they ever doubted you. But it's hard for him. He's not as bold and sure as Logan, Daddy Logan, and Daddy Julian are. At least not yet. Maybe one day he could be.

"Okay, so this is my family," Felix says, holding up a large piece of white construction paper. It's a really good drawing, one of his best, even though he didn't spend that much time on it. It helps that he's been doing drawings like this for the last couple of years of his life. "Um, this is me and my big brother Logan." He points to the two smaller figures on the page, one with brown hair and one with gold. "And here is Daddy Logan and Daddy Julian."

"You have two daddies?" a girl from the front asks. She's new and blissfully unaware of most of the class's background stories.

"Yup," Felix tells her with a smile. "Daddy Logan is a political advisor and Daddy Julian is an actor."

"Where's your mommy?" she asks.

"Maggie, it's rude to ask those kinds of questions," Mrs. Border scolds.

"It's okay. See, my mommy is this lady named Amy. She carried me and my brother Logan for our daddies. She's really nice. She stops by every now and then to see how we're doing."

"My mommy says every kid needs a mommy and a daddy," Maggie says with a scrunched nose. Felix is taken aback by the amount of contempt in Maggie's voice.

"My daddies take good care of me," he defends weakly.

"Who does all the mommy things for you?" Maggie continues prying. "Like who stays at home and takes care of you?"

"Daddy Logan and Daddy Julian both do. They make it so they aren't away at the same time. Well, it happened once, and we had to go stay with Uncle Ethan and Evan, but one of them is almost always at home."

"Who cooks and cleans?"

"Daddy Julian is a better cook, but Daddy Logan can make some things. And they both clean. We help them too." They stare at each other silently for several moments, Maggie seeming to analyze Felix with wary eyes and Felix just staring back because he's not sure what else to do.

"It's still weird that you have two dads," she sighs at long last.

"No, it's not!" Felix stomps his foot. He's tired of everyone saying that. Because it's not.

"Yeah, it is," one of Felix's daily tormentors, Dylan, calls from the back. "It's probably why you're so weird too."

"I'm not weird," Felix murmurs quietly, clutching his picture tightly to his chest.

"Enough!" Mrs. Border shouts. "Dylan, Maggie, stop that right now. Just because someone has different circumstances than you do does not make them weird." She turns to Felix and says, "You can sit back down, sweetie." Felix does, head hung a little low. Mrs. Border probably doesn't see it, but there are tears sparkling in the corners of his eyes. He plops back into his seat and puts his drawing on his desk.

I'm not weird, he thinks to himself. There is nothing wrong with me or my family. Daddy Logan said so. They're just mean. Then he picks his crayons back up and starts back on his doodle of the knight who rescues a village from being eaten by a dragon as Maggie begins her presentation. She talks about her daddy, twin baby sisters, an older brother, and a dog. She pointedly looks at Felix when she starts talking about her mom.

Maybe the knight should let the dragon eat them. That will teach them not to make fun of him.

When school lets out a half hour later, Felix is relieved.

Daddy Logan will probably take me to lunch. Maybe we can get ice cream afterwards, he thinks. It brightens his mood when he thinks about going home, especially since Daddy Logan likes to spoil him a little more when Logan and Daddy Julian aren't around.

He's just cleared out his cubby and packed up his backpack when Dylan walks up to him.

"Having two daddies is wrong," he tells Felix. "My dad said so."

"Daddy Logan said there is nothing wrong with our family," Felix repeats aloud, more for himself than for Dylan.

"Your daddy is stupid," Dylan says.

"He is not! He graduated from Harvard!" Felix shouts at him. Sure, he still isn't sure where Harvard is, or what graduating from there means, only that you have to really smart to go there. Daddy Logan gets offers all the time to go to different jobs with different, powerful people, and he always says his degree from Harvard helps a lot with that.

"He's still stupid."

"Maybe you're the one who's stupid," Felix shoots back.

"This drawing is stupid too," Dylan says, not letting anything Felix says phase him. He snatches the picture out of Felix's hands

"Hey!" Felix cries as he rips it in two, throwing the two halves to the side.

"Oops," Dylan says. Felix looks around to see Mrs. Border out in the hallway talking to the teacher next door, Mrs. Philip. "Bye, weirdo." He leaves without another word.

Felix picks up the two pieces of his drawing and tucks them against his chest. He actually starts to cry this time and rushes out the door as fast as he can. He doesn't stop until he's opening the back passenger door of Daddy Logan's SUV.

"Hey, baby boy." Daddy Logan turns around to help him buckle into his booster seat, face wide in a smile at seeing his younger child. The grin immediately falters when he sees Felix's wet eyes. "What happened?"

"Dylan Stiles ripped my drawing," he mumbles, holding out the pieces for Daddy Logan to see. "He said having two daddies is wrong and that you were stupid, and I told him he was wrong because you went to Harvard, and then he called my drawing stupid and then he ripped it, and before that this girl Maggie kept asking questions about why I didn't have a mommy, and she said that every kid needs a mom, and I hate this stupid school!" He's really crying now, the kind of crying when it's hard to breathe and his hands tremble. The fact that he hasn't been getting a lot of sleep because he always feels like someone is watching him all the time doesn't help either.

"Felix—"

"They make fun of me all the time. They say my hair's stupid, that I'm weird, that I try to show off how much money we have by wearing nice clothes and by bringing in my really nice drawing pencils that you and Daddy Julian bought me for Show and Tell." He wipes his eyes with his sleeve before continuing softly, "They don't like me, Daddy. They don't like me, and I don't know why. I've never done anything to make them not like me. Not on purpose."

Daddy Logan's grip on the steering wheel has been tightening the entire time Felix's been ranting, and his eyes have darkened dangerously. Daddy Julian always tells them to watch Daddy Logan when he gets mad. Because while he knows Daddy Logan would never lay a hand on any of them, he doesn't promise the same for other people.

Felix always gets scared when Daddy Logan gets mad. Grandpa John is usually the only one capable of getting Daddy Logan this upset, and that almost always results in Daddy Logan throwing something or leaving for a while to let off steam.

"Daddy?" Felix squeaks. Daddy Logan takes a deep breath and turns towards him.

"Yes, Felix?"

"Can we just go?" he asks quietly.

"Yeah," Daddy Logan says after a long while. "We can go. I'll talk to your teacher on Monday. But we should get something to eat first. We can go wherever you want since Grandpa John is picking Logan up and taking him to Maine for the weekend."

"Can we get take out? I really want to go home."

"Sure, 'Lix. Panda Express okay?" Felix nods. "All right. I'll call in our order now." He takes his phone out of his pocket, but before he dials, he pauses, presses a few buttons, and then smiles.

"Daddy Julian sent you a text, didn't he?" Felix smirks.

"Yup. Says he misses us. And that filming in Peru this time of year sucks." Daddy Logan shakes his head fondly and then closes the message. After buckling Felix in his booster seat, dialing the wrong number twice—"I'm sorry, D, but your speed dial button is right after the one for Panda Express! Yes, of course a restaurant is before you, unless you plan on feeding my kid while Julian's away?"—and picking up their carryout order, they finally head for home.

Daddy Logan's mood improved drastically with the text from Julian, so Felix doesn't feel like he's walking on pins and needles when they pull into the driveway.

"Come on. We'll watch a movie while we eat," Daddy Logan says, flipping the latch on Felix's booster seat. He helps Felix untangle himself from the mess of seatbelts—"This thing was designed to make people mad, I swear…"—and scoops up their food to take inside.

Daddy Logan lets Felix pick out the movie, and it's, no surprise, Alice in Wonderland for fourth time this week. They curl up together on the couch, and of course, Daddy Logan falls asleep halfway through it, but Felix watches the whole thing with wide eyes and a goofy smile. His favorite part is when the Cheshire cat pops up, mostly because it reminds him of Uncle Ethan and Evan and how they call him "Baby Cheshire," because he looks so much like Daddy Julian, especially when he grins.

Daddy Logan wakes up not long after the movie goes back to the main menu screen.

"Oh, the movie's over," he says sleepily, rubbing his eye with the back of his hand.

"Mhmm," Felix nods, snuggling a little closer to his daddy's side.

"What do you want to do now?" Daddy Logan asks. Felix smiles, because he really loves days when he gets to decide what they do.

After thinking about it for a few moments, Felix bursts out, "Can we play soccer?" He actually forgets how much he doesn't like going outside anymore, because of how he feels like someone's staring at him (probably the paparazzi. They're always trying to get pictures of Felix and Logan with their daddies). Since Little Logan doesn't like playing soccer, when he's gone is usually the only time Felix gets to.

"Sure," Daddy Logan says.

They can't actually play soccer with just two people, so mostly they kick the ball back and forth while talking. Felix asks how Daddy Logan's day was at work, and Daddy Logan replies that it was just the usual, which means it was just okay. It makes Felix sad that Daddy Logan doesn't like his job as much as Daddy Julian does, but they don't talk about it. Daddy Logan says Felix shouldn't worry himself about it. It's hard not to when Daddy Logan seems so miserable.

Daddy Logan used to sing and play the piano for a living, when it was just him and Daddy Julian, but once Felix and Logan came into the picture, that all changed. They needed the extra money to pay for the house, all the things kids need, and so that they could have the kind of life they have. That was when Daddy Logan took the job as the political advisor. He's really good at what he does, even if he doesn't like it all that much.

Felix can't help but feel a little guilty that Daddy Logan had to stop doing what he loves so the bills would be paid. He knows both his daddies love him, but sometimes he wonders if Daddy Logan would be just a little bit happier if they'd decided to not have kids. Because then he could sing and play piano and have the freedom he had before them.

Felix shakes his head and focuses back on the game when he realizes that he's got the ball and Daddy Logan's watching him. He smiles before rearing his foot back and kicking the ball as hard as he can. He misses Daddy Logan completely (and hey, he's not some soccer prodigy, okay?), and the ball ends up getting stuck in the tall shrubbery surrounding their house.

"Sorry!" he calls sheepishly as Daddy Logan shakes his head with a grin. "I'll get it!"

"I've got it," Daddy Logan says, dropping down to his knees and crawling into the bushes. Felix giggles when he tries to come back out because his shoulders get caught on the branches (Daddy Logan should have listened to him. He knew it was going to happen because Daddy Logan's too tall to fit through there).

"I told you!" Felix tells him. He's too busy laughing at Daddy Logan's sad attempt to wrench himself free of the bushes that he doesn't hear the sound of footsteps padding across the grass behind him, quickly yet assuredly. He doesn't notice someone standing behind him until a hand cups over his mouth and an arm wraps around him, picking him up and carrying him away.

He immediately starts thrashing, kicking and trying to make whoever has him let go, but the man—he's fairly sure it's a man—is strong, very strong, and Felix knows there's no way he can hope to break free. So he does the only thing he can.

He bites the hand over his mouth as hard as he can. The man yells, "Fuck!" and lets go, at which point Felix screams as loud as he can, "Daddy! Daddy, help me! Make him let me go!"

"Felix?" Daddy Logan manages to pull himself free of the bushes just as the man throws Felix over his shoulder and rushes down the driveway. Felix catches a glimpse of Daddy Logan's face as he realizes what's happening, as he sees Felix screaming and being carried away. He looks angry, much worse than he did earlier, but Felix is actually relieved this time, because he knows Daddy Logan would never let anyone hurt him.

Then the man forces him into a car—one that wasn't there when Felix and Daddy Logan came out back to play—and gets into the driver's seat. Felix tries to open the door, but the child lock is on and he can't do anything. Just stare out the back as Daddy Logan sprints down the driveway.

Only he doesn't make it in time as the man stomps on the gas pedal and screeches out into the street.

The last thing Felix sees is Daddy Logan standing at the end of the driveway, staring after them with a horrified look. Then they make a sharp right turn, and everything Felix knows is suddenly gone.

He slides down into a sitting position, staring at the man in the front seat.

"Why are you doing this?" he asks, biting his lips to stop from crying.

The man doesn't answer his first question, but he does say, "Don't worry, Felix. I'm going to take good care of you. Better than that blond oaf back there." Felix's name is said in a reverent manner, like it's sacred, holy.

Felix refrains from saying that Daddy Logan isn't an oaf because he feels like that would be a bad idea. Instead, he whimpers, "Who are you?"

"There are many things you will learn to call me. Savior, hero. Daddy. But for now, you can call me Adam."

Logan Wright is having the worst day of his life. It started off with the lady at Starbucks getting his order wrong. He goes to the same Starbucks every day he has work, and they've never screwed it up before, so he should have known it was going to be a bad day just from that alone.

Then after he made it to work, his newest co-worker Ted, who's only been around a few weeks, made some rude, snide comment about how crappy Julian's last movie was and how he was much better when he was younger (Logan pointedly ignored him, but he did make sure to drop a packet of salt in Ted's coffee when he wasn't looking). Ted's kind of a jerk, Logan decided, so he was going to just pretend he didn't exist.

Then the bastard had the audacity to ask why he had a picture of Felix in his wallet (he'd been showing it to Daphne, who adores the boys to pieces), and when Logan told him Felix was his son, he laughed and said, "No, he's not. That's Julian Larson's boy. I've seen them at red carpet events. I can't believe you're enough of a creep to keep a picture of a movie star's kid in your wallet," at which point Logan had dropped the ball on him that, uh, hey, he's kinda, sorta married to Julian Larson. That's why his desk nameplate has "Larson-Wright" on it. If Ted had paid closer attention he probably also would have noticed the blond-haired, green-eyed child who usually accompanies Julian and Felix, as well as the taller blond man who has been seen from time to time with them. Ted kept his mouth shut after that, but he still sent Logan weird looks.

After the fiasco at the office, he was cruising down the highway and got pulled over for going twenty over the speed limit (he'd never do that with the boys, so he doesn't see why it's such a big deal) and received a one-hundred-fifty dollar ticket. Not that he can't pay it or anything, but Julian's still going to give him that look. The one where he seems amused yet bothered at the same time.

He arrived to Felix's kindergarten just barely in time because of that stupid highway patrol jerk, and lo and behold, a bunch of snot-nosed, ignorant brats had been picking on Felix. They even had him crying. That teacher was lucky he didn't march in there and start in on her for not doing anything. But he and Julian knew from the moment they decided to have kids that this would probably come up, so Logan resolved to take care of things on Monday, when his anger had waned slightly.

But he could have handled all of it. To be honest, days like this happen more than he'd like them too. But what he can't handle is sitting on his couch with two detectives in front of him. Filing for a missing child after some crazy fuck in a mask stole Felix right in front of him. Grabbed him, shoved him in a car, and drove off.

"Tell us exactly what happened, Mr. Wright," the detective with a notepad clutched in one hand and a pencil in the other says.

"We were outside playing soccer," Logan explains, surprised at how calm his voice sounds. He'd been a complete mess when he called nine-one-one, doing everything he could to steady his voice and make intelligible sentences. Everything had seemed like it was a bad dream then, and only now, sitting in front of these officers, does he understand it's real. Someone has really kidnapped Felix. That thought makes his throat tighten, and he almost can't keep talking. But then he takes a stuttering breath and continues, "Felix kicked the ball into the bushes, so I went to get it. Some branches caught my shirt, and I was too busying trying to get myself free to notice something was wrong. And then he started screaming for me. I was able to pull myself free, and when I turned around, some guy in a mask was carrying him away. I chased after them, but he put Felix in a car and I—I didn't get to him in time. He drove away."

"Do you remember the license plate number?"

"FKI 1309," Logan recites, needing hardly any time to respond. He'll never forget that number. It's burned into his memory, along with Felix's face being pressed up against the rear window, begging for Daddy Logan to save him.

God, he's such a failure as a father.

"I'll go run the plate number," the second officer says, standing up and leaving. Logan buries his face in his hands, steadying his breathing so he doesn't freak out. The last thing he needs is anyone seeing him fall apart like that.

"Sir, we understand that this is difficult for you," the first officer, McGreevy, says to him with hardly any intonation, like he's said it a thousand times before. "It's always hard when something bad happens to your child. But we're going to do everything we can to get him back."

"I would hope so," Logan snarls without thinking. "I didn't fucking call you here for you to just tell me to give up." Logan regrets the words the moment they pass his lips. "I—I'm sorry. I just…"

"I get it," McGreevy says, his tone immediately changing from all business to personal. "I remember when my daughter went missing. She was only gone a few hours, but they were the worst hours of my life. I swear to you, I will do everything in my power to make sure Felix is safe and with you as soon as he possibly can be."

Logan looks into the man's eyes, and while he's still going fucking insane, it's good to know he's not alone. That someone else shares his pain, or has anyway.

"I just want my son back," Logan says, his voice raw and broken. It sounds pathetic, Logan knows, but he doesn't care at this point. He just wants Felix back in his arms, curled into his side like he was earlier when they were watchingAlice in Wonderland.

"I know, sir," McGreevy says, patting Logan's shoulder. "Believe me, I know. Is there anything else you can recall that could help? Anything at all?"

Logan thinks for a long time, and he's just about to say no when he remembers something Felix told him a week or so ago.

"Daddy Logan? I think there's someone watching me," Felix said, staring out the window of his bedroom while Logan searched around for his favorite bedtime story.

"What?" Logan asked, only half paying attention while checking under the bed.

"I think someone's watching me. Like, through my window and when we play outside. And when we go to get ice cream and stuff."

"That's probably just the paparazzi, honey," Logan told him. He found Goodnight Moon tucked between Felix's bed and nightstand and yanked it free before sitting on the edge of the bed. "You know how much they like to get in Daddy Julian's business." Logan opened the book and was just about to start reading when Felix's quiet, trembling voice stopped him.

"But it's not like that," Felix explained. "I'm scared, Daddy." Logan looked up to see his younger child clutching his blanket tightly to his chest and staring out the window with frightened eyes.

"You're being serious," Logan said, shifting to lay next to Felix, arm encircled around him. Felix gave a teary nod of his head. Logan sighed, not because he was annoyed with Felix, but because he was terrible at this kind of stuff. Where was Julian when he needed him? So he said the only thing he could. "Felix, you know I love you, right?"

"Yeah," Felix said, resting his head against Logan's chest. Logan stroked the top of his upset son's head in an attempt to soothe him. It worked; Felix relaxed marginally as Logan's fingers brushed gently through his hair.

"Then you know that I will always do everything I can to protect you," Logan said. "You're my baby. I know it probably annoys you to hear that, but you are. You always will be. No matter how old you get."

"I know," Felix yawned. Whether he knew he would always be Logan's baby or that Logan would always protect him, Logan wasn't entirely sure, but he simply smiled and opened Goodnight Moon again. The book was way beneath Felix's reading level (he'd always been an exceptionally bright boy) but something about the way Logan read it to him made Felix fall asleep every time. He pecked his son's forehead and began,

"In the great green room, there was a telephone and a red balloon and a picture of the cow jumping over the moon…"

It wasn't long after that that Logan started noticing something was a little off. He could feel eyes following his sons as they played, following him as he played with them. He saw shadows darting away the moment he looked in certain directions. He thought he was imagining it. That maybe Felix had planted a seed of paranoia in his brain. But now, he isn't so sure.

"Mr. Wright?" McGreevy's voice cuts through Logan's thoughts. He's closed the notepad and looks like he's about to stand up. "Is there anything else?"

"Yes," Logan says, desperately, as if he's afraid McGreevy will go before he can say it. "There is something else."

McGreevy answers by flipping his notepad back open and pressing his pen against the sheet. "Go on."

After Logan explains everything—and he tells every little detail he can manage, every instance he remembers that eerie feeling of being watched, that he may not really be alone with his family even when in the comfort of their own home—he needs a drink of water. And he wouldn't object to a bit of brandy. This combined with the previous recounting has left him feeling utterly exhausted and spent. It tires him even more to see the wheels spinning in McGreevy's head.

"Is that everything, now?" he asks patiently. Logan nods. "All right. I know this is going to be hard, but the best thing you can do right now is go on the news and ask for Felix's safe return. It might make whoever did this more sympathetic, more inclined to give him back. He'll feel guilty for taking him away if we do this right."

"I'll do anything," Logan says. "Just tell me what to say."

"I don't know if that's such a good idea," the second detective—Donovan, Logan thinks he called himself—walks back into the room with a piece of paper clutched in a gloved hand. McGreevy slips on a pair of gloves of his own and takes the note. He reads it over several times before extending it to Logan.

"Mr. Wright, do you have any idea what this could mean?"

In neat, tight handwriting, all uppercase, the words, He's mine. You'll never take him from me. Not this time, Logan. –ADAM

No. Logan feels his breathing start to falter, his chest tighten, his entire body begin to shake. It can't be him.

"Mr. Wright?" McGreevy says again.

"Someone's trying to fuck with me," Logan says stonily, standing up and walking towards the window. It's raining outside. It makes everything even worse.

"The name Adam means something to you?"

"Adam was the name of a stalker my husband had when we were in high school," Logan tells him. "He—he pretended to kidnap Julian so I'd go after him. The note he left—it was just like that, except it just said, Julian's mine, and you'll never take him away from me. Then he tried to kill me. Julian showed up when Adam was going to shoot me and pushed me out of the way right as Adam pulled the trigger." A lump forms in Logan's throat. It's always hard to talk about it. "Julian almost died."

"What happened to Adam? Did he run away? Get arrested?" Logan doesn't answer, his mind fogging with memories of blood, tears, and screams, so McGreevy presses further. "Mr. Wright, we need to know if there's any way he could be responsible for your son's disappearance."

"He can't be," Logan says. "He can't be because I watched him kill himself after he shot Julian."

The room is quiet after that. The entire house is quiet. Not like after a long day spent on the beach with Julian and the boys or at an amusement park or anything like that, when everyone is tired and ready for bed. That kind of quiet Logan likes, because there are still noises. Like of gentle footsteps dragging across the floor while getting ready for bed. Of glasses clinking as he and Julian share a drink while the boys watch a movie in their PJs, waiting for Logan and Julian to tuck them in. Of Little Logan's massive snores, Felix's sleepy sighs, and Julian's gentle breathing. So it's never really 'quiet' in his house, more like bathed in serenity, peaceful and calm.

Unlike now. Now Logan's house is filled with nothing. Just an eerie silence that reminds him of the days in his childhood after his mom left and when his dad was away on business, before Michelle came into the picture. When he was totally by himself in a huge mansion. Sure, there were servants and he had a nanny, but it couldn't have been the same as having family around. It wasn't the same as having family around, he knows now, because he understands that feeling of contentment.

He'd give anything to have that feeling of back. To have his family back.

But Little Logan is on lock down in Maine as a precautionary measure (and because Logan doesn't want his older son to see him as a complete wreck). Julian's filming somewhere in the mountains of Peru for the next few days, and cell service is practically nonexistent, so Julian just shut off his phone. So when Logan called, he had to leave a message for Julian to call him back as soon as he could (which will probably be the moment he hears Logan's voice crack when he said, "Jules, please, I need you to call me. Please.")

For now, Logan has to go this one alone.

"Going on the news isn't going to do anything but aggravate this person," Donovan says after the silence becomes too stifling. "Maybe if we had your husband here, but he obviously has some pent up animosity towards you. It may do more harm than good…"

A bright blue car pulls into the driveway, and then Logan isn't listening. Instead, he's rushing out the door into the arms of the only two people within driving distance who could possibly console him at this moment.

Ethan and Evan Brightman don't hesitate to envelop Logan in a dual bear hug, pulling him tightly against them.

"It's going to be all right, Logan…" one says calmly

"We're here now," the other adds. "We'll do everything we can to get Felix home."

"What if he's outside? He's going to get sick—" Logan barely manages to choke out. "He can't handle this weather."

"Hush, now. Let's go back inside to the police officers." Logan allows the twins to guide him back inside. The greetings are brief and to the point, and McGreevy asks if either of the twins know anything that might help.

"Only that Felix has been a little on edge when he visits us," Ethan says.

"He always looks over his shoulder and asks us to shut the shutters. Like he's afraid someone's watching him," Evan tells them.

"We were actually going to talk to Felix about it the next time he came over." The undertone of twins' voices explains that now they wish they'd done it sooner.

"Have you noticed anyone? Anyone following you when you had Felix?"

"Not that I can recall," Ethan says sadly.

"Wait! Ethan! That man at the mall!" Evan suddenly exclaims. Logan, McGreevy, and Donovan jump at the urgency in Evan's voice.

"At the Build-a-Bear Workshop!" Ethan answers with just as much verve. "There was a man. He was tall, dark hair. He was watching Felix while he made his bear. I remember him now, because Evan said something about him glaring at Little Logan when he helped Felix get something he wanted down from a high shelf."

"He was also in the food court when we took them to get something to eat."

"And when Felix dropped his bear while leaving. He rushed over to pick it up for him."

"Could you pick this man out of a line up?" Donovan asks.

"Certainly," the twins say at the same time.

"Give us your numbers so we can call you when we have a suspect," McGreevy says, handing the twins his notepad. They jot down one number, explaining that they can always be reached together. McGreevy doesn't bat an eye at this, but Donovan seems a little wary of the twins.

"Donovan, what about the license plate?" McGreevy says.

"I nearly forgot. It's stolen. A man named Theodore Sable." Logan's ears perk with recognition at the name.

"Ted?"

"You know him?"

"He's my coworker," Logan says.

"We're going to go talk to him now," McGreevy says. He pauses, then adds, "We're going to send some undercover officers to watch your house. In case he comes back to harm you."

"Okay." A sharp ringing pierces the air. Logan digs his phone out of his pocket. The caller ID says "Julian."

"It's my husband," Logan says.

"All right. We'll call you if we get anything." Logan nods and bids them goodbye before flipping open his phone.

"Julian?"

"Logan! What's wrong? You sounded upset. Did Logan hurt himself? Oh, God, he finally broke a limb, didn't he?" Julian's voice is higher pitched than usual and rushed, meaning he's in a panic. Logan chokes brokenly. At this point in time, he almost wishes it were that.

"No," Logan tells him. "It's…it's Felix." Then Logan tells him everything, and by the end of the story, Logan can tell Julian is almost as close to tears as he is.

"Please, Julian," Logan says after they've been silent for a while. "I need you home. I can't do this without you. I can't be alone."

"I'm already booking my flight, Lo. I'll be there as soon as I possibly can. Where's Little Logan?"

"In Maine. Dad's keeping him there just in case. And because I'm probably not fit to handle him right now."

"Does he know what's going on?"

"Dad does. I don't know if he's told Logan," Logan says. He adds quietly, "Julian, I'm so sorry I let this happen—I should've watched him more closely—I should have listened when he said something was wrong—"

"Logan, listen to me," Julian says sternly. Logan stops talking immediately. "This is not your fault. None of it is your fault, okay?"

"I'm sorry," Logan still murmurs, voice teetering on the edge of being nonexistent.

"I'll be there by tomorrow afternoon," Julian says. "Please, try and keep it together until then. I love you, Logan."

"I love you too," Logan says. "I'll see you tomorrow then."

"We're going to find him." The unspoken I hope hangs between them, a silent acknowledgement of what they fear the most.

"Bye, Jules."

"Bye, Logan." Then Logan is once again cut off from his family, in a giant house with too many rooms for only one person.

"Logan?" one of the twins ventures.

"Yeah?"

"Cheshire's right. This isn't your fault."

"And you aren't alone," the other says. "We've already packed our overnight bags. If it's all right with you, we'd like to stay—"

"—preferably until Felix is back—"

"—so we can help—"

"However we can," they say together.

Logan had held back crying the best he could before. But now, realizing he really isn't alone, that someone—two someones—are there for him, he falls back onto the couch and finally lets the tears that have been trying to get out for the past few hours free.

Ethan and Evan don't say anything. They just sit on opposite sides of Logan, put an arm each tightly around him, and let him cry. Other than the favors they've already called in to various places, it's really the only thing they can do.

It's not a lot. But for now, it means everything to Logan.