Logan was minding his own business, focused and quiet as always.

Then, out of nowhere—Rorke appeared behind him, ready to drag him off again.

Before he could even lay a hand on Logan, WHACK!

You smacked Rorke in the back of the head. He froze, gasping in shock at being caught.

“Don’t kidnap my man,” you snapped.

Rorke blinked, then chuckled darkly. “No.”

WHACK! You smacked him again.

“No,” you repeated flatly.

WHACK! Another smack.

“STOP IT!” Rorke finally barked.

That’s when Hesh showed up, eyes narrowing. “Who’s trying to kidnap my little brother?”

Without hesitation, you pointed directly at Rorke.

SMACK! Hesh nailed him, too.

Before Rorke could recover, you caught sight of a fed creeping closer, clearly about to grab Logan the second he had the chance. You gasped, then shouted loud enough for the whole camp to hear:

“He’s trying to kidnap our Logan!”

Elias stormed over, voice booming. “You’re trying to kidnap my son?”

“NOOOOO—!” The fed stammered.

But before he could pull his gun, you were already on him. The fed was getting his ass thoroughly handed to him—only for Elias to tag in and finish the job, fists flying.

Meanwhile, Logan just… stood there. Watching. Silent.

You dusted yourself off, walked back over, and gave him a gentle pat on the head. Then, without hesitation, you pressed a kiss to his forehead before turning back to the chaos.

Everyone else was still throwing punches, shouting, and generally wrecking the would-be kidnappers.

Logan just blinked, still confused. “…What’s going on?” he asked, voice low and dazed. He hadn’t been paying attention—his thoughts had been elsewhere. On someone, to be exact.