From my shelved WIP 'Touched' (Never got to editing stage—so I have 2 POV going in this...bad Nicole). The moment is shortly after Mike(my MC's best friend) blows up and demands Logan (my MC) tell him what’s going on, after Logan uses some of his abilities to help Mike subdue a bad guy on the island (My FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT BLOGFEST ENTRY).
Mike grimly eyed his long lost friend. He still wasn’t sure about any of this, not by a long shot, but this ‘more human human’ before him was still the guy who had saved his life the night before and tried saving his late brothers life those many years ago.
was a friend. Hell, to a Mahoning that made you family. And even this new version of Logan Logan, the jaded arrogance, coarse humor and darkness—he was still . Aside from not telling him and his family that he was Seer Islands answer to Superman, Logan had never lied to them or taken advantage. He’d never hurt them... Logan
‘Just kept one hell of a big honkin secret.’
“So what am I thinking now?” The bulky blond challenged, crossing his arms over his uniformed chest in a mildly childish stance.
had expected Mike to ask him to levitate a table or prick a finger and heal it. He’d already been witness to Logan ’s strength and endurance. But the mind reading? Logan
Quirking a dark brow at his pragmatic friend, Logan pushed off the window sill and stood before the young deputy, holding his friends unremitting stare. “Looking for proof, Sheriff?” Mike nodded.
simply shook his head, this moment bordering on a childhood dare. “Okay.” Logan
Taking another step closer to Mike,
felt his friend flinch, but hold his spot at the center of the old hardwood floor. “You’re sure?” Logan
“Do it.” Mike swallowed hard.
smirked then shook his head once more. He’d never been in the position where the person he was reading asked for it. Logan
Taking in a deep breath,
raised his hand between them, palm out to Mike’s chest. He could feel the hum of life within his friend’s body—strong and steady like the lapping of warm ocean waves. Slowly his hand hovered to the side of Mike’s curly headed skull and began to see the shades of images sharpen and sounds become words. It was no surprise to Logan that his friend’s thoughts came to him as straightforward as the man who had them—with little hesitancy and no doubt. Logan
“So-so what do ya see?” Mike blurted out.
grinned, his eyes still closed. “I see a pretty brave guy for letting his ‘alien’ friend have his way with his brain.” Logan felt Mike’s entire body go ridged and smiled in spite of himself. “Kidding, buddy. Kidding.” Logan
lowered his hand and opened his eyes. He saw a lot inside the stalwart man before him; more than what he was comfortable revealing to the other man if he wanted to keep him as a friend. Things like how Mike had secretly envied Logan when they were children or the extent of Mike’s present fears—that he would not be able to keep the people of this island safe during the coming storm. No, what needed to be said now had nothing to do with the things he saw within his friends mind, but the reason why his friend had let him see them at all. Logan
“You trust me.” His eyes steady on his friend. “You think I’m a little fucked up and you’re uncomfortable when Anne [Mike’s sister, also
Logan’s childhood friend] and I are alone” knowingly smirked when his friend’s eyes fell to his boots “but you trust me.” Logan
Mike raised his head again and silently nodded.
“And that same trust does not extend to my family.”
“Don’t be. You are right not to.”
turned from his friend and walked back to his view of the mounting snow fall. Hell, he didn’t trust his own family. He was intimately aware of what his family was capable of and viewed mistrust as a survival skill when dealing with anything of his kin. Logan
felt Mike’s brotherly concern before he spoke it. A pregnant silence fell between the men. Logan
“I’d never hurt her, Mike. Believe that.”
just wished he could believe it too. Logan