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If I believed in wishes
As silly as it seems
Logan shot up in bed, his heart racing and his breath coming in shallow gasps as he searched for him .
I'd find that hidden cave
Turn back the sands of time and save you
But he was gone and Logan sat alone in his room. His back was slick with sweat as his hands clutched at his hair, unable to grasp ahold of the man he loved.
If I believed in dreams
He couldn’t do this anymore. Flinging the covers away from him, Logan just had to get away from this room. This was his room.
If I believed in magic
If I believed in good
Logan pulled on his thread-bare robe, grabbed a single candle and attempted to strike a light as he rushed away from the haunted silence of the all too empty bedchamber.
I'd be the best vizier
I'd make our troubles disappear
Logan flung open the door of his private library. The large wooden door striking the wall with a bang that filled the hall. Logan smiled. He enjoyed the noise. And now he had a plan.
If I believed I could
Tearing through the shelves, he deposited any books of interest onto the large study desk. Any books that were frustratingly useless were thrown against the wall with all the force of fury of a seething madman. Logan roaring in anger at another dead end.
But wishes are dreams
And dreams are pretend
Logan stared down at his hands. His useless, pitiful hands. He just couldn’t find the solution. Perhaps it just wasn’t there. Perhaps this was it.
So science and reason
Win out in the end
Logan skimmed wearily through the fifth anatomy book at his disposal. There was nothing of use in any of these. There truly was no precedence for what Logan sought to do. Logan was utterly alone in this.
Science says you're dead and gone forever
Reason says I'm talking to the air
Logan shoved away from the desk. Pacing amongst the piles of battered books as he fought for air. Please. Don’t be gone! He whispered to no one. His thoughts battled against each other as he fought for some ground on which to stand.
But something in my heart
He read the titles of book after book. Journal after journal. Refusing to stop until he found something. Anything.
Some secret hidden part
His hands landed on a leather-bound tome of great age. Alchemy , He thought bitterly. Just how desperate was he?
Illogically insists that you are there
Somewhere
But he couldn’t stop himself from pouring over the book. Just hoping that even if an ounce of it were true he might combine it with his knowledge of the human body and maybe… just maybe...
If I believe in wishes
He spent the entire night reading. The entire morning writing. Somewhere around dusk he collapsed for an hours rest before the silence returned, jerking him back into action. He couldn’t stand the silence without his song to fill the air.
If I can find the key
What he did next was truly unforgivable. But at this point, Logan didn’t care about forgiveness. He didn’t care about himself at all. All he knew was that he should be alive. So with muddy boots and a shovel slick with rain, he dug through the night.
Perhaps it's not to late
To change the course of fate
The storm raged wildly and Logan had truly lost all sense of time. His exhaustion driving him to laugh deliriously as he set to work on bringing forth the life that should never have left this earth.
'Cause after all I must be pretty great
If you believed in me
Lightning struck and crackled down the chains. The sound of thunder roared through the room, coupled with the roaring of a new voice. A voice that broke the silence that had filled Logan’s days for far too long. Logan’s howling laughter shook him into giggling sobs. His beloved Roman had returned to him.