/Logan's POV\

Rule #15

Resist all distractions

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I stared at Parker for a moment before slowly getting up, hissing under my breath as the cuts on my back stretched and threatened to open.

"Logan! Don't get up!"

"Well what if I don't want to spend all day in bed. Besides. They should be healed here soon... This is fine. I need to get up and move around." I whined. "It's not fair."

Parker glared me down. He even went as far as getting up from the desk and standing in front of me with his arms crossed. "Logan. Your still hurt. And it hurts me to see you like this. I'm such a horrible person." He sighed and collapsed on the bed next to me.

I scoff. "Hurt you? It's not your fault. It's mine." I laid down next to him with my slow movements.

Parker glared at me. He looked like he wanted to argue his point though. "I'm leaving tomorrow and going back home. I don't want to interfere anymore than I have..."

"You haven't interfered and you don't have to leave..."

"Yes I have and I want to. I haven't seen my mom in a week. She said I could come back in a week!" Parker huffed and crossed his arms. "So I wanna go home."

"Okay..." I gave a sad nod. Just looking at Parker, made me wish he would stay. I had grown used to having him around.

Parker stared at me for a moment before gently taking my hand. "Don't look so sad." He whispered.

"But I want you stay... I like having company since I don't often have it unless it's my sisters..." I nibbled my lower lip.

"Well me going back home doesn't mean I'm leaving forever." I nodded with a sigh.

"I know..."

Parker stared at me for a moment, he cuddled up close to me. We stayed like that for awhile before we heard footsteps coming upstairs.

Alia entered the room. She looked at us. "Well um... Dinners ready. If you want you can eat up here." She stayed until we nodded and replied we'd be down in a minute before she left.

Parker helped me up and down the stairs. Cynthia was most likely in the basement (cause she gets that crazy). Alia gave us our food, which consisted of fried rice, teriyaki chicken and a little pile of vegetables. "Thanks Alia!" I smiled and gave her a peck on the cheek. Parker carried the plates into the front room and set the down for us.

Once we were settled and eating, we turned on the tv. Alia had gone down to the basement to feed Cynthia, and would most likely stay down there till later tonight.

"-and Mason has our breaking new story." The camera switched from a pretty blonde woman to a dark haired man.

"Thanks Julia. Today we have weird footage of what seems to be a body found buried in the forest. The young male looks like he's been dead for at least ten years. His bones were discovered by a hiking couple and their dog-"

And we switched the Channel. "I hate hearing about this crap. I don't want to know if people have die or been killed." Parker muttered.

"It's okay Parks." We started watching a documentary.

"-and this fantastic bone structure is just... Amazing. These bones are at least one hundred years old but still look like they are bran new. These were obviously the bones of someone very precious." It was showing a table with a full Skelton, they were describing that since the bones were so slim that the male they belonged to was very weak and probably feminine.

As they continued to describe the bones I noticed how deathly similar the descriptions were to me. The same time period. Weakness. Feminine. Male.

But I was buried! I had a tomb stone and everything! It couldn't be me!

"We don't want to disturb the bones any longer than we have. Lets return them to their grave."

And my heart sank when I saw the faded name.

Logan Alden Greenwell.

"Rest in peace Logan." The man who was being filmed in the documentary smiled kindly at my old body's bones. "I hope I will see you when my time comes, I would love to learn about your magnificent time period." And with that. They reburied my body.

"Logan..." Parker hesitantly touched my shoulder. "Logan. It's okay."

"No it's not! They saw me! They saw my bones! They saw my bones from when I was weak and pathetic! They could practically lay out my whole life's story and I couldn't do anything to hide it! They disturbed the last thing I ever got from my real family!" I felt tears spring in my eyes.

"Logan... They had their reasons. I mean your bones are a hundred years old. People can tell a lot about person by-"

"They did find out about me, that's the problem! They called me weak, feminine and who knows what else." I rubbed my eyes as tears leaked through.

Parker got off the couch to sit next to me on the floor. He put his arms around me as I hiccuped and cried.

"Awe Logan. They were just stating what they saw, they don't know the real you. You are strong,you are your own definition of a man and you know what. Your the best Reaper I have ever met."

I slowly calmed down and just slumped against Parker. "I'm the worst Reaper you've ever met. I've been punished twice since you've been here."

"And that's why I have to leave, I'm distracting you and making you do your job wrong."

"Your not distracting me!"

"Yes I am! And the sooner you admit that the sooner we can move on."

I pushed Parker away and got up. I gave him the toughest glare I could manage at the moment when I was still whimpering from before. My lower lip trembled as more tears tried to pushed their way through. "I won't! Your must first friend in forever! I can't stand about thinking that you will leave and probably never see me again!" I didn't want to keep talking knowing I'd certainly break down again. I ran up the stairs and into my room. I slammed to door and went into the bathroom. My back ached from moving the way I did, and from siting and laying all day.

I turned on the water, filled the bathtub, closed the door, locking it. Than I stripped off all my clothes, stopping to stare at my 'feminine' body before getting into the tub. I knew id always looked feminine. It's one of the things I got from my mom. I got her skinny waist and slightly wide hips. And I was just cursed to be a boy. I'd probably look good as a girl, but no. I'm a boy.

I curled my legs up to my chest and stretched my back as I leaned against them resting my chin on my right knee. I hated how I looked most of the time.

My grey eyes.

My gross black hair.

My ugly body.

I stifled anther cry as I realized what Parker may be saying is true. If he is distracting me. Than I'm breaking anther rule.

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Toward the end of my bath I felt the pull of my next assignment. I in all honesty didn't want to go. My back was bleeding again, and I looked like a mess. I'd scare the soul away before I even got close.

But if I don't go I'm breaking anther rule.

GOD DAMNIT! FUCK IT!

A/N:

I feel like this is to short >.> but the rule didn't need much to be broken so oh well. And sorry about the cussing XD Logan's just very emotional right now XD

(I think in linking my characters to my actual personality now >.> I aground really keep the personalities straight)

Oh and the news report thingy I was tempted to do something else and was just to lazy to delete it, the real thing I wanted to add was the documentary with Logan's bones in it :p I thought it was a good idea cause I felt like making Logan cry >.> again. Cause I'm mean. And it's going to help set up the later drama.

XD anywho, hope you liked it!

Dark Angel out!