Each step was painful, but Logan pressed on until he was in his bedroom, quickly using his powers to move a shelf in front of his door. It wouldn't mean much against his dad, but even a little bit of a delay could help him. He flipped on the switch for his computer and reached for his go-bag under his bed, all with his powers. It was exhausting, but he knew trying to kneel down with an injured leg would be worse.

When the computer booted up he heard the familiar, "Welcome Home Sherlock,"

"Watson, the game is on, and it is a dark night in the kingdom."

"Verified, please confirm."

"Vatican Cameos," He sighed, straightening his shoulders, "A King is nothing, without those whom he serves."

"Verified, good night Sherlock, it was a pleasure to serve by your side." The robotic voice faded out and Logan grabbed the hard drive that had been connected to his computer before he heard the sound of his fail-safe. The smell of burning plastic began to fill his room.

"Good Night Watson." Logan looked at his computer one last time before turning to his second-story window. "Fear will get you nowhere." He reminded himself, trying to push his emotions down into the depths of his heart as he popped the screen off the window, securing the hard drive in his backpack before pushing himself up into the window.

He jumped.

The wind rushed passed him and as he hit the ground he felt his leg creek, pain again filling his body. He couldn't help it. Logan turned, emptying what little was left in his stomach last night, into the tulips below his feet. Now was not the time to stop. He limped towards the car park, slamming his fist onto the door of the valet he always used.

"Master Logan?" The man opened the door but looked at Logan, surprise filling his eyes, "What happened?"

"I'll explain in the car, this is going against my parents, so I will give you the option. Will you drive me somewhere?"

"Of course, my loyalty is to you."

Logan chuckled, "A dangerous sentiment." He climbed into the car, pulling his back up suit out of his backpack and quickly throwing it on, knowing that the tight material would help stabilize his leg. "I need you to drive me to this address." He listed off a restaurant address, it was deep within the city, and it would be easy for Logan to get himself lost before making his way to Virgil's apartment. He needed someone he could trust.

"Are you certain? That's a restaurant, you should be going to a hospital."

"I'm certain, I've thought this through."

"Alright." The engine turned over and the car began to move out of the gate. Logan knew that he was putting this loyal man at risk, so he began to dig through his bag, finding a small stack of cash and pulling out a few thousand dollars in $50 bills. Each bump made him hiss but he did what he could to ignore the pain, his eyes still lit with power as he stabilized his leg. This was going to heal poorly, he would have to readjust everything, but he didn't have the energy to think through all of this. He was in survival mode. He just needed to get somewhere safe.

When they reached the restaurant Logan passed his driver the money. "Get out of town, you aren't safe here anymore. Just... stay safe until I can work everything out? Okay?"

"Okay,"

Logan nodded and got out without another word, making his way into the nearest alley and allowing himself to fade from others thoughts. He limped with each step, holding onto the wall. There were 22 blocks between here and Virgil's apartment, at this pace he could get there before lunch. He would need to rest afterward. Logan clung to the wall, his nails scraping against the bricks.

{ ~*~ }

After a long discussion with Patton the night before, Virgil had decided to try using the grocery card on a few items that he would be able to afford even if the card ended up being faked. Patton had been skeptical about using the card, and Virgil had as well, but there was something about Logic that he trusted. He probably shouldn't, but he did. This time it had paid off?

He was walking home with a bag of dried pasta and canned beans. The card had been good but the real surprise was just how much was on it. When Virgil heard the original balance had been five hundred he felt his anxiety spike. What could Logic possibly want with giving them that much money? Twenty dollars was a show of good faith, a hundred a mark of possible kindness from a villain, but five hundred, that was more than Virgil made in a week. Then again, he knew better than anyone that crime paid.

A sigh left his lips as he pulled out his keys, finally reaching his floor, but he didn't make it to his apartment door.

"Virgil, sweetheart, oh I'm so glad you are home, could I get your help?" His neighbor Mrs. Thea has her head poked through her door, giving Virgil her typical smile. He wanted to brush her off, he was tired and still needed to go on patrol tonight once Patton got home, but Patton has been teaching him that kindness begets kindness.

"Sure Mrs. Thea, let me set these down first."

"Oh you can set them down in here, it won't take but a moment."

That was suspicious. "Okay." He let the oh sit in his mouth for a while, allowing her to hear his concern but she just smiled and waved him in.

Her apartment was, as always, clean, and she was rummaging through the cupboards of her kitchen. "Sorry for being strange hun, but I saw someone entering your house today that I don't recognize and I wanted to talk about it with you in private, just in case we need to call the cops." She handed him a container with brownies in it. "And this is from my niece, she is an amazing baker so you and Patton should enjoy those."

A person? Who, was it Roman or Remus? No, Mrs. Thea would recognize them. Was it Logic? Had he found out where they lived? He couldn't call the cops, Logic was too powerful for that.

He tried to keep his voice calm, "it might have been one of my friends, what did they look like."

"Oh he was tall, dark hair, angular face and broad shoulders, he was dressed in a really nice suit so it seems weird that he would be a thief but he was also limping." She tapped her chin, trying to remember more detail as Virgil took the brownies.

It sounded like Logic, what little he could remember.

"That sounds like my friend, he is a professional man but is always getting himself into trouble. Thanks for being so vigilant."

"Of course sweetheart, we have to look out for each other."

He nodded and grabbed his bag again, biting his lip as he turned his back to her. This was really bad. He couldn't let Logic hurt the people in this apartment complex... then again, Logic had never hurt anyone before. What game was he playing at?

AN: I honestly thought I was going to get a bit further in this chapter. Looks like Virgil finding out Logan's secret will have to wait until next chapter. As always, thank you for your support everyone. You are amazing!

And Aquamarine-The-Queen, per your request, your brownies have been delivered to Virgil. It took some time to break through the forth wall, sorry for the wait.