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'Thank you again, Ratchet,' Pan smiled, holding the note up for him to read.

Although Pan couldn't see it, Ratchet smiled slightly, "Stay safe," was his parting words before he took off back to base.

Pan grinned as she watched him leave before glancing down at her phone with an unreadable expression. The text from before on her phone's lit up the screen.

The Hammer girl sighed to herself before walking up the short pathway to the Hammer household. She quietly slipped into the house, "Mom?" Her phone called through the house.

"We're in the kitchen, Pan," Thalia called back.

Pan hestitanted, taking her shoes off at the front door. She walked down the hallway to the doorway to the kitchen and stepped into the dim light of the kitchen.

Thalia and another person sat the kitchen table.

Pan bit her lip as her eyes landed on the male sitting in front of her mother.

The young male stood up, his eyes tired as he smiled at her, "Hey, Pan."

'Logan.'

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Pan sat on one side of the table. Her mother at the head of it and her cousin opposite Thalia.

They hadn't said anything to each other, not since Thalia had asked the two cousins to sit back down after they had greeted each other.

The fourteen-year-old boy was playing this his fingers as he averted his gaze from Thalia who was watching her nephew with sorrow in her eyes.

'Are you two going to tell me what's going on?' Pan asked, sliding the note into the middle of the table so both parties could read it. A flash of guilt made its way onto Thalia's face before just as swiftly disappearing.

Thalia sighed, "Did you want to tell her, Logan?"

Logan Bishop glanced up, the shadows under his eyes looking more prominent as the kitchen light lit his tired face, "Alright," he nodded, looking as if he was twenty and not fourteen.

"So you know my dad," Logan started looking at Pan who nodded, a frown on her face as her eyebrows furrowed, "He got a little extreme a few weeks ago and I finally managed to get out of the house and make it here."

'I'm not a kid, Logan,' Pan narrowed her eyes at him, 'Just tell me.'

Logan winced, glancing to his aunt for help, "Honey," Thalia stepped in, placing her hand on Pan's shaking one.

Thalia shot her nephew an apologetic look, "He was nearly beaten half to death," Pan flinched, her hand jerking back, "He managed to call me this morning while you were out to come pick him up. Logan was afraid that his father would do much worse," She finished, her previous sobs that had ended a while back coming back to choke out of her throat.

Pan stood up. An unreadable look on her face before she ran out of the room.

The two remaining in the kitchen heard her slam the front door closed and take off running into the desert.

"I'm sorry, Logan," Thalia bowed her head towards the table.

"It's no problem, Aunt Thalia," Logan smiled weakly, the bruises on his neck causing him to wince, bringing his hand up to them softly.

Thalia sighed, "Come on, Logan, we'll get you settled in for the night."

Logan smiled, "Thank you, Aunt Thalia."

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The next time Pan entered the house it was well past midnight. Her orange jacket barely keeping her arm

She dropped her dusty orange shoes by the front door and swung her bag off her shoulders. She made her way down the hall to her room where her mother sat waiting.

"Pan," Thalia started, and Pan rushed to her mother and hugged her tightly.

Thalia sighed as she wrapped her arms around the silently sobbing girl.

Five minutes later they both sat on Pan's bed side by side.

"I'm sorry for telling you-"

'Don't be, I needed to know,' Pan's note was up in a flash.

Thalia nodded, "Alright."

The pair lapsed into silence for a short period.

'Is Logan in the guest room?' Pan's writing had disrupted the quiet

Thalia nodded again, "Yes. It will be his for the time being."

Panacea nodded in understanding, 'It's just-'

She paused in her writing, her frustration on her face evident. Pan hated that fact that she couldn't put all the anger and frustration she felt into words on the paper in front of her.

Thalia rubbed her back, and that's when Pan realized she was crying.

"I understand, Pan," Thalia said, her own tears sliding down her cheeks silently, "I really do."

Pan looked up to her Mother and wonder how someone so nice could be related to Logan's father.

The bloodline of the Bishop surname seemed to be a curse for all of them. Present, past or future. 

Here's a crappy Chapter Nineteen.

But here's the mysterious Logan who's played by young!Josh Hutcherson.

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