TW: gun, rope, gag

"Are you sure this is a good idea??" Remus says nervously, fiddling with the silverware on his napkin.

"Remus." Logan leans over and grabs the shaking mans hands, holding them tightly. "Patton has no idea where either you or I live. He doesn't even know Thomas exists. He'll be fine. He's in capable hands."

"Of a fifteen year old!" Remus pales.

"Remus. I promise Patton has no way of getting to us here." Logan says softly. "He can't just kidnap someone in a...public space. And if you didn't notice, there are more than enough people that know who we are."

The two awkward look over to some of the other tables, where people were watching them sympathetically and some subtly tried to take pictures.

"Thomas couldn't be more safe while we're here. As long as the adoption doesn't go public, things will be fine." Logan whispers the last part, squeezing Remus's hand worriedly.

Remus frowns, squeezing Logan's hands two times. Logan sighs.

"I just want us to be normal. And go on dates like normal couples." Logan mutters, laying his head in his arms.

Standing, Logan guides Remus over to the door, grabbing his car keys from his pocket.

"Excuse me, miss." Remus looks over at one of the women he had seen watching them. "Can you please walk us out to our car?"

"Of course darling." She says, pulling a sympathetic face.

The drive back to Logan's apartment was mostly silent.

"See?" Logan asks with a small smile as he looks over at Remus, pulling into the driveway of his apartment complex. "No new cars."

"Mhm..." Remus mumbles as they get out and follow Logan into the building.

Logan presses the button for the elevator and Remus rests his head on Logan's shoulder.

"Maybe I was overthinking..." They mumble sleepily. "I just want to hold Thomas again..."

"I love you." Logan hums, pressing a kiss to Remus's forehead as the two step onto the elevator.

"Love you too."

The elevator dings and Logan fishes in his pocket for his keys, unlocking his apartment door and stepping in with a small smile.

His face immediately fell.

Laying on the floor was the babysitting, tied and gagged.

Her hair was mused and appeared to have drying blood on it, and tears and cries of pain constantly muffled through the gag.

"Thomas!" Remus and Logan both run to Logan's bedroom and freeze in their tracks.

Next to Thomas's bassinet was a rocking chair where they would feed him and get him to sleep.

Sitting in that rocking chair, was Patton. Rocking a sleeping Thomas with one arm, and pointing a gun at Logan and Remus with the other.

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