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if you’re going my way, i’ll go with you - chapter 10

Fandom: Sanders Sides Characters: All the sides, character!Thomas, minor/background OCs Rating: Teen & up Relationships: Analogical, platonic/parental Prinxiety and Logince Warnings: Language, discussion of child abuse established in previous chapters. Word count: 3746

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Chapter 10

Virgil closed the door behind them. “Okay.” He immediately began pacing around the room. “You might be mad at me. But I’m not changing my mind.”

“About what, precisely?” Logan inquired, taking a seat in the armchair in the corner.

Virgil stopped pacing, faced Logan, and drew in a long breath. “I’m not sending Roman back to his parents.”

Logan was silent, waiting for the exposition that was undoubtedly about to be provided.

“I mean, I’ve been worried something was wrong for a while now,” Virgil went on, resuming his pacing and gesturing to emphasize his words as he spoke. “But I know I overthink things, so I wasn’t sure I was thinking clearly at first. But after yesterday I was pretty certain. And now I know, and I won’t send him back to them. I won’t let them near him, actually. Ever again, if I can help it. Not unless I see some solid proof that it’s safe to do so. Which at this point I would be shocked by. He says he doesn’t think he’s safe with them. And that they’re transphobic and anti-super. And that they keep him home from school as a form of punishment. And—“

“Virgil,” Logan interjected. This was getting out of hand.

Virgil cut off with a sharp inhale. “What?”

“I believe you have adequately made your point and are now working yourself up.”

“Sorry. Sorry. I just—“ Virgil dragged a hand over his face. “He spent twenty seconds on the phone with his dad and then had a panic attack. Because his dad was cursing him out. Which Roman told me is normal. What kind of person would do that? To their own kid? When he’d gone missing after a villain attack, no less!”

Logan’s heart clenched in his chest. “That… is highly disturbing,” he acknowledged, his voice not quite as even as he was usually able to keep it.

“So I’m not sending him back. He said he wants to stay here. I have the space, and time, and resources, to take care of him.” Virgil crossed his arms. “I don’t care if it’s technically kidnapping, I will fight you if you try and make me send him away.”

Logan waited a beat to ensure Virgil had said his piece. “Why would I do that?” he asked once he was certain it was his turn.

“Uh.” Virgil seemed caught off-guard. “…Because you said last night that you ‘couldn’t let that slide’ and would have to interfere if I didn’t send him back?”

“You will recall that that was before I learned the details about his home life,” Logan pointed out. “Of course I agree that the right course of action is to remove a child from an abusive situation, Virgil.”

“…Oh,” said Virgil, in a tone that suggested he now felt very stupid.

Logan gave him a small smile of reassurance. “I would advise that we look into whether he has family members who could adequately care for him before determining to care for him here,” he suggested, “but I agree that it is more than reasonable to protect him from his parents given the circumstances.”

Virgil huffed slightly at Logan’s suggestion, but relaxed nonetheless. “Alright.” He crossed his arms. “But he said he wants to stay here.”

“Nevertheless, I would strongly advise that we check if he has safe family members. At the very least they should be informed of his situation. And it might be better for him, much as I can see you dislike this idea.” Logan rather disliked the idea himself, but he was of the opinion that his feelings ranked far below a child’s wellbeing.

Virgil frowned. “Fine. If it makes you happy.”

“It will indeed,” Logan said. “Is there anything else?”

“Oh.” Virgil picked something up off the dresser. “Would you take this and see if there’s actually any sort of tracking installed on it?” He pressed the item, which turned out to be a flip phone, into Logan’s hands. “His dad threatened him with it. If that wasn’t just empty talk, can you disable any GPS or anything?”

“Certainly.” Logan pocketed the phone. “If I can make use of one of your workshops, it should take me no more than ten minutes.”

“Good. Great. Thank you. And you can give it back to him when you’re done. I mean, obviously I’m getting him a better one, but I don’t want to take anything away from him.” Virgil made as if to head for the door, then paused. “Oh, and another thing, he said this morning that he wants to go on puberty blockers, but I’d appreciate it if you’d talk with him about it too. You know more about it than I do.”

“Certainly,” Logan repeated. He raised his voice a bit. “Shall we go attend to that, then?”

Virgil blinked, clearly confused by the change in Logan’s tone, even as Logan heard the tiniest scuffing noise in the hall outside, confirming his suspicions. It was quiet enough that he was sure he would not have heard it if he had not been paying close attention.

“…Sure?” Virgil said. “What was that for?”

Logan beckoned him over. “I am almost certain that Roman was listening at the door,” he murmured when Virgil drew close. “I thought it best to alert him to leave, so that he would not fear he would be ‘caught.’”

“Oh. Ohhh,” Virgil said. “Cool. Got it.”

By the time Virgil and Logan made their way out to the living room, Roman was sitting on the couch, the picture of innocence, seeming totally absorbed in his show.

Logan sat beside him. “Roman. May I have a word with you?”

“Sure,” Roman said, reaching at once for the remote and pausing the show. “What’s up?”

Logan considered the order he wished to present his questions in. The discussion about puberty blockers would probably take longer, and was to his mind slightly less pressing. It could wait for a little while—after dinner might be an ideal time to go over it. By process of elimination, that left—“Do you have family members other than your parents?”

Roman froze, stiffening, and his face went blank. “No.”

Logan paused, evaluating this reaction, then tried again. “It’s fine if you don’t want to be around them. You don’t have any extended family?”

Roman bit his lip, looking very anxious indeed. “I… think I had a Gran,” he said after a minute. “But she died when I was really little.”

Logan got the distinct impression that Roman was holding something back. “No aunts or uncles?” he prodded. “No other grandparents?”

Roman shook his head, relaxing, and spoke much more readily. “Dad doesn’t have brothers or sisters.”

“What about your mother?” Logan inquired. “Does she have relations?”

Roman hesitated, but still showed none of the uneasiness of a moment ago. “I… dunno. She gets mad if I ask.”

“Hm.” Logan considered this. “And you have no other family relations that you know of?”

Roman’s face went blank again and the stiffness returned to his shoulders. “No,” he insisted, much more firmly. He avoided Logan’s gaze.

Logan hesitated for a long moment. “Very well,” he said at last, not particularly happy to let the matter go but not willing to push Roman further when he was so clearly unwilling to talk about whatever on earth was making him react in this way. “Would you like me to investigate your mother’s family connections?”

Roman hesitated, then shook his head. “I want to stay here,” he said in a small voice. “I don’t want to go away. I wouldn’t even know those people if you found them.”

“Cool. You’re staying, then,” Virgil interjected firmly.

“Virgil….” Logan sighed.

“What? He answered your questions. He wants to stay here. I want him to stay here. I can tell you want him to stay here, too. So what’s the problem?”

“Well—“ Logan paused to consider. “This is not an objectionable situation,” he admitted. “I just want to make sure that we are all confident this is the best option for Roman.”

“Great,” Virgil said. “He’s staying. Roman, we’ll sort out school stuff—normal school and Brennan—tomorrow, sound good? And we can go shopping. Make sure you have everything you need. Good plan?”

Roman, eyes wide, nodded. “Really good plan.”

“Great,” Virgil repeated. He let out a long sigh, relaxing. “I don’t know about you all, but I’m exhausted. I’m ordering takeout for dinner. Do either of you have opinions on what we should get?”

“Can we get pizza?” Roman asked at once, looking delighted. “With lots of stuff on it?”

“Babe, does pizza sound good?” Virgil inquired, in a tone that suggested pizza ought to be the best food Logan could imagine eating right now.

Logan rolled his eyes, not without amusement. He had been aware that Virgil was good with children, but to see him take this quickly to fatherhood was still fascinating. “I have no objections to pizza.”

“Great. Let me see what the options are.” Virgil pulled out his phone, and when Roman perked up and strained to see, laughed and beckoned him over, letting the boy watch as he scrolled through different pizzerias.

Over dinner, as Roman peppered both Virgil and Logan with questions about super school in between tremendous bites of pizza, Logan was struck with the thought that Roman would undoubtedly get along well with Patton. And further, that it might be beneficial to Roman to have some specific connection to help him start making friends at Brennan.

Introducing Roman to his nephew could be a highly beneficial act for both the children. He would just have to get Janus on board with this idea. Which would be difficult, as Roman was now under Virgil’s care, and Janus was absolutely unwilling to allow Virgil and Patton to interact for any reason. They had a dislike for Virgil that was, in Logan’s opinion, entirely petty and unreasonable, and she had forbidden him from so much as mentioning anything about Patton to Virgil as a result. No amount of arguing had thus far been able to change her mind, so Logan would have his work cut out for him. But for Roman’s sake, it would certainly be worth it, so Logan began sorting through possible arguments he could make to Janus.

Tomorrow was Saturday, and Janus had been wanting him to resume his participation in Saturday dinners at her house. Perhaps Janus would be happy enough at Logan acquiescing to his request to actually hear out his idea, rather than shutting it down the moment the topic of Virgil came up.

However, dinner at Saturday was a casual event. No super personas involved. And Remus was now a participant. Remus, who knew Dr. Logic, but not Logan Crofter.

But he did trust Remus. He was quite fond of the young man. He had no objection to Remus knowing him in a more personal capacity, in an abstract sense. It was just telling him that was an (annoyingly large) emotional stumbling block.

Well. He had come out to and shared his name with one new person already today, for the first time in years. What was one more?

Logan pulled out his phone and shot off a text to Janus before he could change his mind. I’ll be there at about 5:30 tomorrow. Is there anything you would like me to bring?

The reply—or, rather, replies—were nearly instantaneous:

!!!!!

Fuck I loooove being right

U should just start agreeing w whatever I say all the time it’ll be great for my ego

Anyway uhh idk. Wine?

Oh wait Remus doesn’t rlly drink tho

So maybe like. Idk bread or something

Or any side dish u want idk

I’m making a casserole and Remus is bringing dessert, if that helps

Also I’m not telling him or Patton ur coming I wanna see the looks on their faces

Logan shook his head and rolled his eyes, smiling to himself. He tapped out a single response—Very well, see you tomorrow.—and shut off his phone, running through potential side dishes he could bring.

“What’s so funny, babe?” Virgil asked.

“Hm?” Logan realized he was still smiling. “Oh. Nothing. I was simply amused by something a friend texted me.”

“You guys have friends?” Roman asked around a mouthful of pizza. His eyes widened. “Wait—wait, that sounded really bad, I’m sorry, that’s not what I meant, I’m sorry, I’m sorry—!”

Virgil, who had choked on his water laughing, composed himself and ruffled the little boy’s hair. “You’re good, kid.” He gestured at Logan. “Mostly he’s the one who’s got friends, I’m a bit of a loner. And kind of obviously recognizable, even with the suit off. But L’s all popular, I swear he introduces me to someone new every time I see him.”

“If you actually spent time with my friends long enough to get to know them, you would remember them, and stop thinking I am introducing you to new people,” Logan interjected patiently.

“Well, I prefer to leave before we reach the ‘awkward questions about me’ stage,” Virgil said. This was, admittedly, fair; most, if not all, of Logan’s friends had guessed that his boyfriend was the Nightmare. Amusingly, this provided excellent cover for his own secret identity—his friends all thought they had figured out Logan’s big secret, so they did not look for anything else he might be hiding.

“I am just saying, this is a problem you create for yourself,” Logan said.

“Yeah, probably true.” Virgil shrugged with an amused smile.

When dinner was done, Virgil shooed Logan and Roman out of the kitchen. “Roman, we can watch one episode of your show before bedtime,” he instructed. “I’ll throw the dishes in the dishwasher, you pull it up, mmkay?”

Roman, practically vibrating with excitement, snatched the remote up at once. “Did you know, um—” he began, looking beseechingly at Logan, his words blurring together into barely-comprehensible happiness. “Did you know I only saw a little bit of this show before? My friend Cathy showed me some, but I couldn’t see it any other time because I had to be careful, but Cathy got me some stickers of the characters and I kept them at school, and she and me talk a bunch about it at school and she did tell me some spoilers because I didn’t think I’d ever get to see more. I’m so excited to tell her I get to watch it all now! And um, she’s bi, but she’s keeping it a secret, so she can still be friends with me, and now I guess probably she doesn’t have to keep it secret anymore, which is pretty cool.” He sucked in a huge breath.

Logan, who was becoming more and more struck by the similarities between this boy and Patton the more he interacted with Roman, gently nudged the remote clasped in the child’s hands to point towards the television. “Which episode are you on?”

“Oh!” Roman began clicking buttons, his focus successfully redirected. “I forget the number but I know it.”

Virgil slid into the spot beside Logan on the couch, wrapping an arm around his waist and planting a soft kiss to his cheek. “One episode,” he reminded Roman. “Then bedtime.”

“Mmhm!” Roman pressed play and passed the remote to Virgil, kicking his feet excitedly.

Logan curled more securely against Virgil’s side, watching the fond expression on his partner’s face as he engaged in gentle banter with Roman throughout the episode. The boy was absolutely basking in the positive attention, fidgeting happily, his attention wavering rapidly back and forth between the television and Virgil’s amused comments. By the time the credits rolled across the screen, Roman seemed highly energized, beaming ear to ear and bouncing in place. Hardly in the right frame of mind to be sent to bed.

“That was so fun!” he enthused as Virgil navigated back to the home screen.

“It sure was, kid,” Virgil said in a tone of pure indulgence. “What was your favorite part?”

“All of it,” Roman declared at once. “It was so good, can we watch more?”

“Tomorrow we can,” Virgil promised. “For now I want you to brush your teeth, mmkay?”

Roman stilled his bouncing, seeming less than impressed with this compromise. “Okayyy,” he agreed after a minute.

“Cool.” Virgil offered him a high-five as the boy got to his feet. Roman brightened at this, smacking his hand against Virgil’s and scampering down the hall to his room.

“You’re being awfully quiet,” Virgil commented, turning his attention fully to Logan.

“Hmm.” Logan tipped his face to nestle in the crook of Virgil’s neck. “I am simply unwinding. It was a long day.”

“I mean, I wouldn’t know, seeing as I was out cold for a chunk of it,” Virgil teased, a laugh barely stifled in his voice. He rubbed large circles into Logan’s back.

“That was the most practical course of action on my part,” Logan defended, though his voice came out muffled and soft, melting against his boyfriend at the caresses.

Virgil didn’t bother to muffle his snicker at that. “I see. Care to break that down for me?”

Logan huffed at the teasing. He shifted in order to free up his hands and tick items off on his fingers, without ceasing cuddling Virgil. “You are known for running a remarkably peaceful community of villains,” he explained. “Exceptions to that rule are things I am expected to intervene in. However, I was disinclined to protect that man from you, for obvious reasons. Therefore, intervening after your fight concluded was the most beneficial path. Which meant I needed to conclude the interaction quickly and concisely to make up for the time I had spent not intervening. Therefore, obviously, removing you from the picture for a brief time, and using the time without opposition to reclaim a variety of tech from the lair, was the most acceptable outcome for me in terms of optics.”

“I see.” Virgil kissed his temple, his tone still lightly teasing. “And the little seduction scheme you used to pull that off?”

“Oh. That was for fun.” Logan shrugged. “And I wanted to see if it would work.”

“Well. You’re very smart.” Virgil kissed him, a brief tender peck on the lips. “But it won’t work next time.”

“It absolutely will,” Logan said assuredly.

“Hey!” Virgil shoved him playfully. “I wouldn’t fall for something twice.”

“Really?” Logan blinked up at him innocently through his eyelashes. “May I have another kiss, beloved?” he asked in his sweetest, most besotted tone of voice, the one that almost always got Virgil to do exactly what Logan wanted.

Virgil visibly struggled for a moment. “That’s not fair,” he said plaintively. “How am I supposed to not kiss you when you’re all handsome and perfect like that?”

Logan allowed himself a triumphant grin. “Exactly. I win.”

Virgil laughed and surged forward, kissing Logan bright and warm and pressing him against the sofa cushions, his hands so gentle where they cupped Logan’s waist. Logan reached up to cradle the back of Virgil’s head in his hands, kissing back with satisfaction and relaxing in his grasp.

“You’re incorrigible,” Virgil told him fondly, breaking the kiss only to press his forehead to Logan’s and rub their noses together.

“I still win,” Logan informed him, feeling very smug indeed.

Virgil chuckled. “Fine. Fine. If that’s what makes you happy.”

Logan slid his hands down to clasp around the back of Virgil’s neck. “It is.” He found himself unable to suppress the smile spreading across his face, not that he would have wanted to.

Virgil smiled back, leaning in to kiss him again, this time soft and gentle. “Love you,” he murmured.

“And I, you,” Logan returned.

There was the tiniest creak of a door from down the hallway, and Virgil immediately glanced over, sitting back up and letting go of Logan as Roman padded carefully down the hall. The little boy had changed into pajamas while he was gone, too, without even being prompted. He hesitated at the edge of the hall, not quite stepping out into the living room.

“You all ready for bed, bud?” Virgil inquired, holding out a hand invitingly.

Roman nodded, taking the invitation and crossing the room to Logan and Virgil. “I brushed my teeth like you said,” he reported. “And I put my clothes in the hamper.” He stifled a yawn; he seemed to have calmed down considerably from the excited state he’d been in at the end of the TV episode.

“What a responsible little man,” Virgil told Roman approvingly. “Is there anything else you need before bedtime?”

“Or want,” Logan interjected, seeing the hesitation and uncertainty building on Roman’s face at Virgil’s phrasing.

“Yes. Or want,” Virgil agreed.

Roman considered this, then shook his head. “I don’t think so.”

“A glass of water?” Logan suggested.

Roman perked up. “Water would be nice.”

When the water had been acquired and Roman had bid Virgil and Logan a very polite little goodnight before retreating to his room, the two men made their way back to the couch. “Are you planning on staying the night again?” Virgil inquired hopefully.

Logan nestled against him. “Please.”

“Good.” Virgil laced their fingers together. “Movie night?” he suggested.

Roman had been put to bed at a much more reasonable time than the previous night. It wasn’t even ten yet. Even considering how much there was to do tomorrow, there was certainly time. “Yes,” Logan decided. “I want to see that new one, about what the world would be like without supers.”

“And you’re going to tell me all about how wrong the fake science is.” Virgil sounded amused by this prospect, reaching for the remote and pulling up the requested film—a recent release they’d both been somewhat curious about.

“Yes. I will tell you all about how wrong it is,” Logan confirmed, allowing Virgil to drape the throw blanket about the pair of them. He placed one hand on Virgil’s cheek and tugged him down, guiding him into a slow and lazy kiss.

“I look forward to it,” Virgil said in a low voice that was barely above a whisper, wrapping his arms a little more securely around Logan.

Logan suspected Virgil was referring to his presence more than conversation about the movie, but, well, he hardly had reason to complain about that.

After all, he felt much the same way.

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Meet the Sanders | Chapter 2

Prologue | Last chapter | Next chapter | Master post

Author’s note: This is for @stardustsides

Notice/warnings: anger, caps, shoving/pushing, screaming

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Lily ran to the orphanage and ran to the rooftop.

'How could this happen?!' she thought angrily, throwing her backpack to the wooden crate with over 124 tally marks.

Her backpack opened up and her journal popped out. She looked at it for a moment before she picked it up and looked through it.

It had all of her ideas that could make the future possible, all of her failed projects, and her research.

Then she stopped at one page.

It was a separate piece of paper taped onto a page. On the separate piece of paper was a drawing of a mother and a girl, looking like Lily. The two are holding each other's hand.

Lily took the drawing page out and looked at it. 'I'm sorry mom…' she thought sadly. Then a gush of wind blew by and it blew the drawing out of her hand.

Lily watched it blow away, her heart breaking.

She felt her sadness become anger and she felt it grow as she looked at her journal. Then she started to rip out the pages from the book. All of her ideas, projects, and her research.

Lily looked at the page of the design of the Memory Scanner. She crumpled it up and tossed it to the side.

She held herself and sighed.

Then she felt something hit her back. Lily turned around to see the crumpled up paper of the Memory Scanner.

Lily looked at the paper with a confused look. “Huh?”

She picked it up and tossed it up again, to see if the person was still there. Then Virgil appeared and tossed it back to Lily before hiding again.

“Hey!” Lily exclaimed angrily. If Lily couldn’t get it more annoyed, Virgil started to cooing like a pigeon.

Lily growled as she picked the paper and dropped it. Virgil came out of his hiding spot again and put the paper back in her hand, cooing again before going to his hiding spot.

Lily rolled her eyes at him. “I know that you’re not a pigeon.” she said annoyed.

Then Virgil jumps out again and covers Lily’s mouth, making her drop the paper. “You’ll blow my cover!” he hissed at her. Lily was confused at him as she removed his hand and said, “But we’re the only ones up here.”

Virgil chuckled and shook his head as he faced her. “That’s what they want you to think.”

Then he picked up the paper and said, “Now, let’s get back to the science fair and fix your Memory Scanner!”

Virgil grabbed Lily’s hand and started to go to the stairway. “Hey, let go of me!” Lily said angrily. She got out of Virgil’s grip and glared at him while he looked at her.

Virgil glared back at her.

“Must I remind you,” Virgil started, pulling out the golden rectangle thing that he showed Lily earlier, “that I am an agent of the T.C.T.F. It’s a big deal.”

Lily rolled her eyes and took the golden rectangle object out of Virgil’s hand, to see it better. Then she glared at Virgil as she exclaimed angrily, “This is no badge! This is a coupon for a tanning salon!”

Virgil became a light red of his pale skin, he took the coupon back as Lily said with a cold laugh, “You’re a fake.”

“Okay, fine. You caught me.” Virgil said flatly, putting the coupon away. But then he got emotion in his voice as he explained, “But I’m really from the future! And there is a person with a bowler hat! They sabitashed your project!”

Lily was getting tired of this and rolled her eyes. “Look, I like this acting thing but it’s not funny! There is no person with a bowler hat! You’re not from the future! And my project wasn’t sabitashed! It’s just another one of my failed projects!” she yelled, shoving the paper Memory Scanner to him and grabbing her backpack.

Virgil picked up the other pieces of paper and asked, “Well, what should I show you that I am not lying?”

Lily looked at him, her backpack over her shoulder. “Well, you could show me your timeline.” she said flatly jokingly.

Virgil’s eyes widened as he tried to answer.

“That’s what I thought.” she said, walking over to the staircase. “I’m just going to hide under the covers.” she mumbled to herself. Before she grabs the door handle to open the door, Virgil quickly gets in front of the door, blocking Lily.

"Look! I can prove to you that I'm from the future!" Virgil explains, leading Lily away from the door.

Lily rolls her eyes and sighed while Virgil puts the papers in her backpack. "Okay, fine. If you can prove it, I'll fix my Memory Scanner." she said, looking at Virgil. “Does that sound like a deal?”

Virgil nodded and smiled big, a twinkle in his eyes. Then Virgil went behind Lily, putting both hands on her shoulder, and pushed her to the rooftop’s edge.

“HEY WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” Lily yelled, freaking out. The next thing that Lily knew was that was falling for a moment and then landed on something metal. She wasn’t on the ground but in mid air!

Lily screamed at the top of her lungs while Virgil landed next to her and pressed an invisible button before taking a seat and buckling up.

Lily looked around to see that she was in some type of aircraft as the invisibility became visible. She took a seat and buckled up as Virgil typed on a pad before hands on the wheel and made the aircraft go up.

“Where are we going?!” Lily asked worriedly as she clings onto her seat. “To the future!” Virgil exclaimed, a smile on his face.

The aircraft was surrounded by bubbles and then a flash of light that made Lily close her eyes.

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