Lu's comments in blue. Macha's comments in maroon.

It had been three weeks since the best afternoon of his life.

Is it sad that I started thinking of this sequel before I finished the other damnduckfic? It’s the closest I’d let myself get to PININGfic. Cause Lu? Doesn’t write real fic.

Logan reflected on the memory of the afternoon he spent in the tub, with and without Marie. He had thought that he knew everything about Marie, but she had surprised him with just how much she knew about the advantages of bubblebaths.

::snerk:: Gee, she sounds kinda like a certain crackdealer I know!

A purely coincidental happening.

No. That just distracted him from his loss. And while it was nice to forget for a while, the loss always came back stronger than before.

Did I confuse anyone here? Did anyone actually think there was gonna be real PINING? Yeah. I didn’t think so.

Logan sighed as he added more warm water to the tub. He didn't understand how Marie could have done something that horrible to him. Didn't she realize that taking something away from him that meant so much would hurt him so deeply? He thought back to that afternoon.

***

"Marie, how could you do this to me? You can't take it away! I won't let you!"

"Sugar, I have to. It's not yours to keep."

"But I love him."

Who does he love? Scott? Booby?

I think Logan declaring his love for [SPOILER] might be the funniest thing ever!

"I know you do, Logan. But I have to do it."

"No!"

"Am I gonna have to start treating you like I treat Flea, then? Like a little boy?"

Again with the picturing of RHCPs.

I'm picturing Logan prancing around onstage with a bass. Heehee.

"Yes."

"Good lord, Logan. Grow up. It's not your duck. It's Flea's."

"Get him another one. He'll never- Hey! What are you doing?"

"Treating you like Flea. I don't take bubblebaths with him."

She's a crafty, crafty woman, that Marie. ;)

I would hope not. But please don't leave."

"I have to, Logan. Either I treat you like a little boy and leave, or I return the duck and come back to play. It's your choice."

"Play."

"You really are two."

Marie put her robe on and walked out the door with Ducky, as Logan had taken to calling his new friend. He watched her leave, and then he sank into the bubbles and cried, taking care to keep the tears off of his favorite silk shirt.

The silk shirt wasn’t in the original draft. Yes. I had a draft of this. This is what you get when I get superbored in class. But then I thought I needed to honor the image of Logan in silk shirts in a, um, intentionally wrongly characterized story. Does this make me a super huge bitch?

***

A knock on the door jarred Logan out of his daze.

Aww. Pensive!Logan! That was just an excuse for me to use the word "pensive," because I’m rather fond of that word.

Marie cautiously stuck her head around the door. "Are you okay? Are you speaking to me?" she asked.

Logan just grunted.

Jackass.

"Okay. I see we're still pretending to be a caveman.

LOL! I heart Marie.

I just wanted to drop off something for you." She held out a bright green bag with blue and yellow ribbons hanging off the handles.

"You can't just buy me a present and think it will fix everything."

"Not only are you two, but you're a spoiled princess!

If only he had a tiara. And now I have that mental image and it’s worse than Broadway!Logan. I would think the muttonchops would get stuck in the tiara. And I’m stopping myself there.

ROTFL! And would the Hair Points be inside or outside of the tiara? ::snorgle::

Now I’m trying to figure out the logistics of that. Damn you, Macha! ;)

Open the damn bag, you idiot." Marie's frustration wasn't lost on Logan. He reached over and dropped his hand into the bag. He pulled out something small and yellow that looked vaguely familiar.

"Marie, thanks, but it isn't the same duck."

"Just look at it." He did. And recognized the chip in the left eye. And the black mark on the tail. It couldn't be...

LOVE the details of the duck. So. Funny.

I figured he had to recognize that Marie wasn’t tricking him. And the fact that he memorized how a rubber duck looked was too funny to pass up.

"Ducky?" Logan asked tentatively.

And now I have Pretty in Pink in my head and I’m reminded how James Spader completely freaks me out. And that I confuse him with James Woods. And someone else who I can’t think of right now. And now I’m shutting up.

Marie rolled her eyes. "Yes, it's your Ducky. I bought Flea a rubber turtle and he was having so much fun, he threw Ducky into the trash. I rescued him from a fate worse than death. Kinda like you did for me. So can we move past the thing with the damn duck now?

And there I tried to throw in something meaningful and serious. I promise not to do it again.

But Logan wasn't listening. He was already serenading Ducky with "You are so Beautiful to Me." Marie giggled at the sight. He was a strange and freakish mutant, but at least he was hers.

I just watched "Celestial Navigation" and Toby’s description of Sam’s knowledge of highways was stuck in my head. Ahh. The good old days of Season 1.

::sniffle:: Season One.

END

Yay, Lu! You rock.

And now the saga of Logan’s damnduck is complete. Thanks for reading. And remember to send me the bills for any bleach used in reading this fic.