I'll Protect You (Original Version)

Nightmares that sound more like the first five minutes of a horror movie

Last day of November

(Logan is still depressed but he tries not to show it and obviously he's failing pathetically)

Logan

"Logan, the test scores! They're up!" James said excitedly, trying to drag his best friend from his seat in the lecture hall. Logan didn't want to budge from his seat besides the window, and seeing as Logan was the agent, James had no chance of winning.

"What is it with you? You've always been excited to see your test scores!"

Not this time, Logan thought miserably. Ever since Park left, Logan hadn't felt well at all. He always looked to her seat when he walked into class, only to be reminded that she wasn't sitting there by Darkwood's side. Her name was still on the roster, and when the professors called out her name, Logan would perk his head up and look around, then return to his dull state when her witty calls in different languages wasn't heard.

"You look really sick," James pointed out, sitting on the wooden desk in front of Logan. "Is it because you got second place?"

"I got--alright, what was the point of asking me to come with you to go see my test scores when you somehow already know?"

"Josh texted me. But we sort of wanted to watch you get humiliated because....we were asked to record your reaction," James finished, a guilty look in his eyes.
      "By Park?" Logan guessed. Of course she wanted to know his reaction. "Wait, she's first?"

"She even left you a sticky note!" James exclaimed. "Here's a picture." James showed Logan the screen of his phone, where a photo of a neon orange sticky note, stuck to the board that was in the Great Hall.

HA HA I BEAT YOU SUCKA. Told you I would, didn't I?--Captain Park Sparrow

Of course she would.

"Are you mad?" James laughed. "It's kind of surprising. First she was the mysterious number two, and now she's even beaten Logan Cross?"

"Can we not talk about her?" Logan said quickly. "She doesn't exist. Not anymore."             
                          James then laughed. "You have it bad. I think you're sick with Love Fever." Jokingly, he leaned over and placed his palm over Logan's head. Then he hissed and yanked his head back. "You're burning hot. You've been bitten by the love bug, haven't you?"

"James, you actually said the 'L' word," Logan said. "The love bug. Love fever. Keep talking and I'll punch you in the face."
        "Seriously, dude, you're my best friend. Have you been sleeping at all?" James said, the amusement finally going away and worry took over.  "You look like death."

"No, I haven't," Logan mumbled into his hands as he gazed out the stormy windows. The winds were howling crazily outside, shaking and bending the tall trees. "I've been having nightmares."

It had been nine days since Park and Alec had left. Nine days in which Logan had agonizing nightmares night after night. His dreams consisted of fire, glass shattering, screams that echoed all around him. Sometimes, the screams would narrow down to a little girl's voice. A few other times, the dream would start out with a memory of a little girl with brown curls, laughing with the image of a younger Logan until flames erupted around them.

"I think...I don't know, James. I've never been afraid of fire in my life. I charged into a burning building once to get evidence for my mission. Now, I can't even stand in my kitchen anymore because my mother has the stoves on."

James was silent for a long time. "Have you talked to your parents about this?"
"They won't say anything. They just get really edgy and stop looking at me."