It's Only Logical

Chapter 23: Confrontations and Justice

Warnings: TW for Jason Bryce, Violence, and swearing!

His flowers, he thought. Plants that he'd raised from seeds, bulbs, babied along their whole lives, now lying ruined on the ground. Twisted, trampled and ripped. Innocent, and he took a silent moment to grieve before racing around the corner of the building.

He skidded to a stop as he saw Jason Bryce swing a baseball bat, shattering a window. "You son of a bitch!"

He saw the surprise on Jason's face as he whirled around, followed by rage. "Heard you were busy today. Figured I'd be done and gone before you showed up."

"Well, you figured wrong."

"Doesn't matter." He swung the bat again, shattering another window in a hail of jagged glass. "You think you can get away from me? Humiliate me, sick the police on me?" Another crash, another window gone. "Someone needs to put you in your place."

"You humiliated yourself, and if you don't put that down and get the hell off my property, I'm going to do a lot more than sick the cops on you." Logan raised his chin, clenching his fists at his sides.

"Is that so? Just you and me now, isn't it?" Jason slapped the bat against his palm, glaring at him. "Do you have any idea what you cost me?"

"I have a general idea, and it's going to be a lot more soon. Trespassing, destruction of property."

Jason didn't use the bat on him, but he could see the look in his eyes when he considered it before tossing it away. He lashed out, slapping Logan across the cheek with that familiar, brutal force that snapped his head to the side.

Logan felt like his heart was about to beat out of his chest as he faced Jason down, ignoring the throbbing of his face. "That the best you've got? Seems like your dick isn't the only thing that's soft anymore."

"You mouthy little bitch!" Jason snarled, throwing himself at Logan. "That fucking nobody ruined you, that stupid clod with his little brat! You're mine, you'll always be mine!"

Logan caught Jason and used his own momentum to throw him against the wall, lashing out with his fists, which clearly caught Jason by surprise. "I don't belong to anybody but myself, you arrogant piece of shit!"

Jason grunted as he took the lighter blows before pinning Logan's arms down and tossing him to the ground. He was bigger, and stronger, and he used his own body to force Logan down in the dirt. "Maybe you just need to be reminded. Isn't that right, pet?" He gripped the back of Logan's neck in a familiar hold that had his stomach churning with fear and disgust.

"Get your goddamn hands off of me!" Logan snapped, kicking up and out until he connected hard enough to make Jason wheeze and loosen his grip.

He heard shouts and running feet, and Logan scrambled away to slowly stand on rubbery legs as Virgil tore around the corner two steps ahead of Patton.

"I'm fine. I'm okay." Logan said calmly, although his head was spinning like a carousel. "This bastard might need medical attention, though."

"Fuck him!" Virgil snarled, reaching out to Logan. His hands feathered over Logan's face as he checked for injury, scowling. "He HIT you? Jesus fucking Christ, he hit you?!"

"I got him worse, believe me. And we're going to press all sorts of charges." Logan gave a wan smile and patted Virgil's shoulder as he slowly took stock of himself. He scowled as he spotted the tear on the knee of his pants. "Goddammit! I got this suit especially for today. All sorts of charges."

"The police are on their way. Barbara called on her cell on her way back to Roman's to get us." Patton's voice shook, and Logan could tell from the look on his face it was a combination of fear and rage.