for logan

As much as he'd liked the winter house they'd had, Jack had to admit that he liked having their normal home back. He liked it a lot. He knew just what to expect. He knew that when he opened his eyes he would see Logan, he would see the closet and the shelves, he'd see the chest of drawers. He wasn't expecting to see blue eyes and tousseled brown hair looking at him. He was just drowsy enough that he didn't recognize it for what it was and he was up like a shot, reaching instinctively for a weapon. His heart was racing and adrenaline flooded his system and he was ready for a fight.

And then he realized what he was seeing. It was just himself. It was just a mirror.

It had a little bow and card on the top that TO JACK was written on. As the panic faded, he flopped back on the bed. It was a hell of a way to meet the morning.