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This is wonderful??? Like it’s great but also poor Logan-

Small Misconceptions (Part 1)

Warnings: Cages, Remus mention (really slight)

Notes: I’ve had this idea floating around in my brain for a while. Not sure how long it will be, but we are going to hurt Logan before it’s all over. I know where I want it to go, now let’s hope I can write it all. Also, let me know if you would like to be tagged in future updates.

Days as a borrower easily became monotonous. Every day was nearly identical, change was often uncommon. Change was dangerous. Change meant the risk of being caught was higher. And that goes for change in the humans’ schedules and the changes in a borrower’s schedule.

Logan couldn’t ask for a better life as a borrower though. He liked the order, he liked the unspoken schedule. It made it easy to figure out when he had time to retrieve specific items for himself. He knows that every other day he can head to the kitchen to retrieve leftover snacks, chips and popcorn are the most common, after the movies turn off in the living room. He knows he can sneak into one of the human’s rooms for basic supplies about five days of the week when the house has been empty for an hour. It was easy.

Today was one of those five days, and he needed to make use of it. A new thumbtack was highly needed as his old one had gotten bent and rendered nearly unusable after his latest tussle with a small mouse. Paperclips might also be useful, he could create a backup hook, something he has been debating on doing for some time now. He used the last of his current paperclips for steadying his current sleeping setup.

Logan pat his side and was satisfied to find his hook resting there securely. He made sure his small bag was strapped safely on his back before heading out of his small hole. Navigating the walls was easy, especially after having been in this house for nearly his whole life. He reached the loose framing by the floor and pushed it out. He slipped out through the small space.

As soon as he was out of the walls he beelined straight for the desk. Everything he needed from this run was all up there. That was why he always borrowed from this human. He was just a little messy, but it was easy to locate the items with enough time. And he had plenty of time since the human doesn’t come back for a couple hours still.

He could borrow from the other human in the small house, but he knew he would truly be putting himself in more danger than necessary. The other human was loud, overly dirty, and just plain chaotic. Logan would rather be caught by the human he was currently borrowing from than his chaotic brother. Not that he was going to be caught any time soon though.

He reached the bottom of the first desk leg and paused to grab the hook from his hip. He reeled his arm back and tossed the hook with practiced aim. Logan tugged the string and a feeling of pride welled up within himself. It stuck on the first throw. As expected. But Logan still felt some pride every time he did it.

With a practiced ease, he scaled up the string. Hoisting himself up onto the desk, he began instantly scanning the desk for the thumbtacks and any other useful items. The human was working on some sort of craft project this time, if the colorful feathers and rubberbands had any say on that. Logan shook his head in disinterest as he continued his scan, he didn’t want to know what the human was making, he didn’t care either.

Though a rubberband or two may be helpful later on. He kneeled down and picked two of them up, only slightly question the fact that they were green and red. At least they weren’t the neon pink or orange ones, those would stand out. Red and green offered some camouflage at least.

As he packed them in his bag, he noticed a small assortment of thumbtacks out the corner of eye. He adjusted his small wire glasses with a small smile. At least he found what he was looking for. He stood up to approach the thumbtacks but froze halfway there.

Did something just move? Logan whipped around. He thought he heard something and saw something out of the corner of his eye. His breathing quickened but Logan was quick to reassure himself that he was just hearing things and there was no human in the house. It must’ve just been the wind blowing a feather off the desk. In the back of his mind, a small voice screamed at him telling him the window was still closed, but lying to himself seemed to help him feel more calm about the situation.

He turned back to the thumbtacks and stilled once more. They were gone. But that didn’t make sense unless…

He gasped as fingers suddenly wrapped around his form, quickly lifting him off of the safety of solid ground. The grip knocked the breath out of him and he struggled to free his arms from the warm, constricting grip. Abruptly, the movement stopped and Logan was beyond terrified to open his eyes and look at the human.

“Now what are you?” The human mused to themself. Logan stilled at the words but still refused to open his eyes. Struggling was only going to deprive him of energy, and he needed energy if he wanted a chance to escape. Though, the bruises that are bound to form from this grip would be a slight issue.

A finger suddenly appeared under Logan’s chin and tilted his head upwards. In a panic, Logan flung his eyes open at the intruding touch. He was met with the curious gaze of a partially familiar human. Logan’s fear only subsided slightly with the reassurance that the other one hadn’t caught him.

However, he was filled with more fear when he noticed how curious the human looked. A curious human was nearly as dangerous as getting caught by a human child. 

The human tilted his head. “Can you talk?” He maneuvered Logan’s head to the side, receiving a wince. The human analyzed him for another couple seconds before shrugging. “Ah, guess that’s fine. I’m Roman. I guess I’ll have to come up with a name for you. You’ll respond to something eventually. Yeah!” 

Logan paled. What? If the human was already thinking of something to call him that meant the human was planning of keeping him. And the human barely gave him time to prove he could speak, not that he was planning on it. But the human, Roman, seemed convinced that Logan was some unintelligent animal that could be kept as a pet.

Logan had to get out. Now. But that was pretty difficult when you were restricted in a giant hand the size of your body. And Logan didn’t like the way the human was musing quietly under his breath and searching his closet with his free hand.

“Aha! Found it! This will be perfect for you, little guy!”

Logan paled more than he already was. That was a cage. A hamster cage. And knew exactly what, or who, was the next occupant. 

Roman excitedly slammed the cage on the desktop and the unlocked door flung open from the impact. Without any warning, Roman thrust his fist into the cage and dropped Logan onto the cool cage bottom. And before Logan could register what just happened, the door was snapped shut.

Logan was trapped.