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[echolls_cursed]

Work. It was still all Jack ever seemed to do. If he wasn't at work, he was at training, and if he wasn't training, he was sitting on the fucking porch working on shit for other people. All day, all fucking night, just- work. Nothing but work. It was slowly driving Logan mad, and he'd begun to loathe the workbench and tools in a way that simply

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[captainjack]

Jack returned, fully expecting to finish up just a little more on what he had been working on. He'd been doing it in bits, and out of order, so Logan wouldn't catch on to what it was.

But his tools were gone and the things he'd carefully kept in order was in disarray. Heat flashed through him and he was suddenly, irrationally pissed. Jack stalked into the hut to see if Logan knew what had happened...but all he found was an empty hut and a locked door.

"What the fuck are you doing?" he barked, beating on the door with the side of his fist. "Logan! Did you take my tools?"

[echolls_cursed]

Logan flinched a little when Jack banged on the door, not sure if he should reply or not. His gaze flickered back to the tools, and he scowled before making up his mind and shouting back.

"Maybe I did! Maybe I thought since you'd rather sit and play with them than spend time with me, I'd see what's so fucking wonderful about woodwork! Why don't you go play with yourself, Harkness? That's all I've done lately!"

[captainjack]

As soon as Logan quit talking, Jack's shoulder slammed into the door. It shook in its frame, but didn't give. He stepped away a little.

"I can't believe you locked yourself in there," he snarled...then he kicked hard. His boot hit the wood and the latch that kept the door secure had no chance of holding. Wood snapped and dowels squeaked and the door swung open hard, banging against the wall. Jack filled the doorway.

"You took my stuff!"

[echolls_cursed]

Logan had been sitting on the bed, but he practically jumped to his feet when Jack managed to kick the door open. -Not that the door had really stood much of a chance against Jack anyway.

"Yeah, I did," Logan replied boldly. "I took your precious tools, because It was the only way to get you to pay attention to me! All week, it's been work, and then this, and then training. I just want you to fucking look at me! I just want some attention!"

Picking up one of the pillows off the bed, he hurled it in Jack's direction. "You're so busy making shit for everyone else, that you forgot about me!"