Line art by avatarandy/redlacedbird. Color and story by me. The Girl Scouts Prologue Logan Le Beau let her scarf go loose around her as her hair twisted in the wind. This was the day. The worst day of her life--in so may ways. Steven wrapped his arms around her as the December wind bit into her skin, pulling her closer to the warmth of his chest. With her back pressed firmly against him, Logan could feel the steady rhythm of his heart. It was a comfort that made looking at the faces of the dead a little easier. She had often come here on her own when she was younger, talking to the bits of smooth metal that forever immortalized the real flesh of her parents. She had wondered how the other kids had dealt with it, being left alone at such an early age. After all, Steven was only three years older than her and she doubted his dads had the forethought to really teach him how to survive on his own like her parents had. "I tried bringing them to life once," Steven said like he was reading her thoughts, the heat from his breath made a cloud of fog rise above Logan's head as she tilted her chin back to look at him. "My sister and I tried it together. We just wanted to talk to them, ya know? We weren't strong enough. Now, I'm glad. Even if it had worked it wouldn't have been them. Not really." The look in his eyes was so broken, Logan could still find the little boy behind them. There was more than just the loss of his parents in that gaze, though. "We'll find her," Logan promised, "Whoever took Wanda will pay." "Ya know," Steven said looking down at her with a small smirk, "you're kinda sexy when you're avenging my family." Logan turned in his arms and kissed him. She tried to push all her feelings into that kiss, everything that she was never able to tell him. For all the strength and skill her parents had given her, they had also given her a weakness. She was absolutely in love and completely unable to find the words to voice it. When they finally broke the kiss, Logan slid a plain silver ring with a black stone off her finger and pressed it into Steven’s palm. “I expect this back,” she warned him. “Don’t lose it.” “Whatever you say,” he told her with another longing kiss. Whispering a few words, the ring melted into his hand, leaving only a light mark. “Assuming I’m not too boring for you after—“ Logan cut him off with a third kiss and she could feel both their wills starting to crumble. “I don’t want to forget you Steven Altman.” “I know,” he whispered tightening his arms around her. His voice broke as he started the incantation: “IwantL.J.toforgetIwantL.J.toforgetIwantL.J.toforgetIwant…”
