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The five stages of losing Roman

Special thanks to @dystopiagnome and @talking4the1 (who were my artist for the @sandersidesbigbang) for the wonderful pictures and their patients in waiting for updates. Please go check out their artworks they are the most wonderful things I have seen. Shout out to @8beez (my big bang beta) as well as @warcats-cat and @lost-in-thought-20 for proofreading the ficlet <3 And my biggest thanks to @lickoutyourbrains who not only proofread but also helped construct half of the plot of this fic in discord DMs <3.

I'm posting this as a oneshot but I do want to continue it once i have time :D!

Warnings: main character death (Roman), gave robbing, discussion of death, loss of loved one, grief, panic attacks, struggling with self worth and identity, falling out with loved ones, bouts of anger. Pairings: (past) LAMP

Fog lay heavily and Logan could barely see beyond his outstretched hand as he stumbled towards. It almost felt as if the white smoke that swirled around him wished him harm. Pulling and pushing at his legs, tripping him with every step, twirling him around until he wasn’t sure which way was forward. He felt it filling his lungs with thick air until it felt like he could barely breathe. The cold radiating from his skin and seeping into the core of his bones.

It felt…terrifying.

It felt irrational. Logan corrected himself.

He knew it was irrational.

There was nothing dangerous about the cemetery, save from occasional tripping hazard caused by stray roots stretching along the uneven ground.

No. It was not this place Logan truly feared. It was what would come after: the consequences of his elaborate plan. Whether he'dll succeed or not, there will no doubt be repercussions. He had already broken half of the town's unspoken laws by coming here and if luck has it he'll manage to break them all by the end of tonight. All he really could hope for was that all the risk he took was not in vain, as he stumbled through the dead of the night.

He didn’t expect it to be this quiet. There wasn’t a single sound reaching his ears save for his feet hitting the soft ground. Serving as yet another reminder that he was doing this alone.

He really wished it wasn’t the case. That Patton and Virgil had come with him. As disappointing as it was, it wasn’t surprising. Ever since Roman's illness the four of them drifted apart.

Patton smiled less, and the grins he did choose to wear always seemed so strained and sad. Virgil was biting his thumb again when he thought no one was looking. Harder and harder until he had to wrap his fingers in bandages. And Roman… he tried to be so brave, so optimistic through it all as his eyes sank and muscles shrank, until he looked like the shell of a man they used to know, covered in dying flowers.

They almost became strangers through it all and Logan was going to do everything in his might to bring his family back together. To see Patton smiling with that glint in his eyes, to have Virgil relax his shoulders and have Roman come running through the front door, lifting them both up in a warm hug, laughter filling their kitchen once again. And if it meant making himself an outcast at best and a… well… he was willing to take that risk to see his family be happy and whole again.

And that’s how he found himself traveling the cemetery with only the dimmest of light seeping through the fog to guide his way, looking for something the townsfolk didn’t dare whisper about. Logan knew asking them was a necessary cost, but it didn't mean he was looking forward to it. His mind only sank deeper into unease as he stumbled on a stray root, falling forward. His hands hit the ground, soft grass pushing through between his fingers. A careless mistake that sent his heart racing. Logan tried to calm his breath again. He glared at his fingers, now most likely stained with dirt.

It took him a few moments to notice how clear they looked. When he lifted his head, he was able to see the tombstones around him. Owlishly blinking, he realized the fog had retreated. Not vanished, retreated. For when he turned around, he could still see it swirling a few steps behind him. Single strands of fog reaching out to grab at his feet before retreating back into the white mass of smoke.

Disconcerting was the best way to describe it. But as uneasy as the clear air made him feel, for some reason he was glad to have left the fog. He didn’t feel trapped anymore.

Logan took a look around, trying to find the source of the strange phenomenon. His eyes went wide when he spotted them.

A short figure draped in black stood hunched over a cracked tombstone, the air around them clear of the smoke that covered the rest of a cemetery like a heavy blanket. They must have driven the smoke away.

And if they had the power to do so, Logan knew just who was standing in front of him. Not that he expected to find anyone else in the cemetery. Not at this hour of the night.

Logan gulped, fear creeping up his spine, ticking his nerves and screaming at him to get back. But he swallowed his fear. He needed to talk to them. That's why he came to the cemetery after all. Even standing here just a few feet away from them scared him more than he was willing to admit.

It's just a human, he told himself firmly. It's only a human despite all the gossip and lies surrounding them.

"Graverobber." Logan made his presence known as he stood up from the ground, dusting himself off. He straightened his posture and a step forward when the figure made no indication that it had noticed him. "I need your help."

The witch chuckled as it rose to its full height. Limbs shifting and cracking under the dark cloth as if the bones themselves rearranged in their body with every move, the sound itself making his stomach turn.

Logan shook his head at the ridiculous notion. It was all Virgil's para- fear that seeped into his mind, poisoning his thoughts with delusions.

He needed to focus on the facts.

The creature was nothing more than a human, but when the figure turned its head towards him Logan swore he saw a faint yellow glow. For a moment he almost thought it could have been their eyes, but it wasn't. Humans didn't have six eyes. It was his mind playing tricks on him. He could feel their stare on him as it spoke.

"Quite bold of you to call me a thief and then ask for my assistance."

They glided forward with soundless steps, their long cloak draping behind. If Logan wasn’t a man of science he would have thought them a ghost.

The figure stopped just in front of him and Logan had to arch his head up to meet their eyes. Or where he believed their eyes to be.

It’s a human. He reminded himself. You know it will have only one set of eyes.

"I wasn't trying to insult you." Logan reasoned "I was under the impression that's one of the many titles you're being called by."

"Called by, yes." The figure laughed. "It's not one I'm particularly fond of."

"How should I address you then?"

"With a 'goodnight', preferably." The figure gave a slight bow before turning on its heel.

Logan chased after them, grabbing the cloak. The figure stumbled, losing its unearthy aura for the first time that night. As strange as it was, it made Logan feel slightly more at ease. Grounding him in the belief the witch was only human.

The feeling didn’t last very long as soon the witch turned its head. And though Logan could not see their face he swore the glare it shot him was boring into his very soul. The uneasiness only amplified when he felt the fabric squirm in his grasp, eager to escape from between the fingers. Logan tightened his grip on the cloak.

Just a human. It’s just a human.

"Please." He risked everything he had away from this. He couldn't let them go. Not without at least trying to haggle with them. "Please, I need your help."

"That's what you all say." The figure sneered, turning around. "Heal me! Help me! Save me!" They took pointed steps until the only thing between them was Logan's fist, still gripping the witch's cloak. "But you'll all turn your heads around as soon as I'm done. Deeming me dirty, impure and wicked. Leaving me with blood on my hands and claiming to have been deceived. That the desires I acted on were my own."

"I-I wouldn't."

"I've heard enough lies in my life to smell them in the air," they sneered.

"I-" Logan swallowed, steading his breath. "You don't want to be involved in a way that would require you to act out my wishes but-... would you be willing to assist me with only your knowledge?"

The figure paused. And despite not being able to see their face Logan could feel them eyeing him up and down as if searching for… well, something. He wasn't quite sure he wanted to know what it was they wanted to find.

“I was set on my plan before I set out to meet you. A plan three- two of my roommates are aware of. I wouldn’t be able to claim you were poisoning my mind.” He swore he felt something tense in its posture. “Even if I wanted to.”

The scientist released his hold on the fabric, deciding appearing hostile would not bode well. The shift in their posture was almost immediate, though subtle. They leaned back a little and Logan didn’t feel their glare with such an intensity anymore. He wouldn’t say it was trust, but it was something.

"What is it that you want?" Logan felt a smile creep onto his face as he heard curiosity in their voice.

"I need to retrieve a body."

"A body?"

"Roman Sanders’ body to be precise." Somehow saying corpse didn't feel… appropriate.

The figure was silent for a while. Face obscured by the cloak. Logan couldn't make out their expression.

"Disturbing the dead." They mused taking a step to the side. making Logan’s nerve spark up again. "I was under the impression that it's still frowned upon. Have I been gone from society for so long that the customs have changed?"

"No it-." Logan took a deep breath. "It's not illegal." Not officially at least. Not that the figure would care from what the townsfolk have told him. To the best of his knowledge law seldom seemed to chase it. But to Logan it made a difference. He wasn’t harming anyone, just choosing a different path in life than society dictated.

"hmmmm," The figure mused before taking to circling Logan. He could feel that bone chilling gaze on him again. "But it's still not wise, is it? Aren't you afraid to meddle with something so beyond the grasps of men? Aren't you afraid of the deceased? Respectful of them?"

"I am respectful of the people who once inhabited the bodies, yes." Logan crossed his arms, silencing Patton's voice still booming in his mind to not dare speak of such blasphemy. To dare not to think of it. "But we both know that once a human dies their body is nothing more than a decaying piece of meat." A bold claim if he ever heard one but… it felt like the right thing to say.

And he must have been right to do so as the figure turned to him, something about its smile made Logan feel like he passed some unspoken test.

Its smile. With a jolt of fear Logan realized he has been granted a glimpse of their features.

Teeth.

Sharp and white.

They seemed to be glowing with an almost unnaturally white shine. Bright enough one could almost be convinced they emitted a light of their own.

"Aren't you an odd one?" They leaned closer and Logan couldn't take his eyes off the sharp bones littering their mouth. The more he looked at them the less human they looked. Sharp and long and Logan found himself wondering how easily the witch could bite into flesh and bon- "I like you." The creature purred and Logan willed himself not to take a step back. To stay and hold its gaze. It didn't sound like a good thing but he doubted running now would make a difference, so he liked his dry lips before speaking up again.

"Will you help me then?"

"I'll consider it." Logan opened his mouth but before he could utter a word the figure brought up a hand to stop him. If it could even be described as such. The bony fingers hiding under yellow gloves didn't look right. Far too long and thin. And as he focused on them he swore he could see movement beneath the fabric. Almost as if the gloves were breathing. Rising up and down ever so slightly. It was hypnotizing to watch.

"Something tells me you're planning far more than grave robbing, aren't you?" Logan blinked, startled out of his thoughts and reluctantly dragged his eyes away from the strange claw-like hands. The face of the stranger was obscured again but he could still feel their gaze on him. That now familiar feeling of having his lungs be pierced through as the figure watched him. Waiting.

Logan debated his answer. He wasn’t sure how wise it would be to tell them of his desires. On one hand being honest with them was a sure way to give the creature an upper hand. And he didn’t trust them enough to not fear they could use the knowledge against him.

Then again he would need to reveal his plan eventually. And something told him telling lies to figure before him wasn’t something he should do. Somehow deceiving it didn't seem… wise.

"I want to bring him back."

"Bring back to where?" The witch chuckled. "I'm not a mind reader, darling."

"To life."

Bones snapped under the cloak as their posture grew tense. And for a moment they were so still one could mistake them for a decaying tree.

"You're insane." They hissed with such intensity he almost took a step back.

"I've done my research." Logan stated, clenching his fists, trying to calm his racing heart down. Don’t panic, don’t panic. "I am certain it is entirely possible to revive a body-"

"Oh it's possible to revive a body alright." They shot their hands to the sides of the cloak. The fabric twirled around them like dark smoke.

"And completely lunatic!"

"I won't fail."

They glared at him. He couldn't see their eyes but he was sure of it.

"Will you attempt it even if I say no?"

"Yes." His own sincerity startled him. He quickly covered his mouth with his hand. The witch signed. A long and tired sound as they regarded Logan.

"What will you do if you won't succeed?"

"I won't fai-"

"But if you do?" obscured eyes piercing Logan's very core. "What if you won't bring him back? What if you bring back something that isn't Roman?"

Logan had to admit it was… plausible. More than likely if he were to be honest with himself. that he couldn't bring back Roman fully. That whatever he saved would only be a fraction of the man he loved. But he needed to try. And the sooner he started the more of a chance he had to succeed.

The brain was a tricky organ and every minute Logan spent arguing it lay there decaying.

He didn't want to admit how desperate he was but even winning a fragment of Roman back would be more than Logan should hope for. He had come so far, he needed to at least try, consequences be damned.

"I'll admit defeat and act however you deem fit in the situation." It seemed like a fair proposal. All Logan wanted back was Roman, and if he didn’t succeed… well. What was a body without a soul if not a decaying carcass?

The strange creature stared at him, long and unmoving before it finally turned around without a word, their cloak twirling around their feet with every step. Logan stared at them as it walked away until he felt fog hit his back, sending shivers down his spine as it tried to wrap itself around him again.

The scientist ran after it until he caught up to the figure. They walked in complete silence. Fog clearing away around them. Out of fear? Respect? It was such an odd thing to think. The fog couldn't have any feelings, yet Logan’s mind simply accepted the fact that it appeared to be sentient.

"Dig," They said and Logan startled at the sudden noise that broke the silence. He snapped his head around to see them standing a few feet behind him. The display of fresh flowers under their feet felt far too familiar.

“What?” The figure reached into their coat and brought out a shovel. Logan accepted it without another word.

The soil was wet and heavy, yet Logan dug. Slow and deliberate. Pushing downwards as the cloaked figure stared at him.

His shoulders arms screamed in protest and shoulder ached the longer he dug, yet he persisted with gritted teeth. He didn't hit wood until his head peeked barely over the edge of the hole and Logan finally allowed his shoulder to relax a little.

He wasn't sure how long it took him to free the coffin from the clutches of earth. Metal scraping against wood until most of the dirt has been cleaned away. It felt like hours but the night seemed to stretch on. Dark and unmoving.

His arms felt heavy when he finally pried the lid away. The body was swollen. It hadn't been long since they buried him but he swore he could feel the faintest smell of rot.

The witch jumped down the hole, cloak flaring behind them. They slid their glove off and despite the dim light Logan swore he could see something bulging and swirling on their skin. Patches of it glowing a strange yellow.

He hadn't managed to take a good look before the creature put their hand against Roman's forehead, soft golden glow seeping from their fingers, traveling down Roman's body in delicate swirls.

Logan watched in awe as the light turned into soft golden smoke ascending into the sky in soft, playful steaks until fading completely. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the display until he was sure it was truly gone. It looked so pretty. How strange.

By the time he turned towards the witch they had already put the glove back on obscuring whatever it was Logan saw on their skin.

"He's not going to rot anymore." They said, answering the question Logan's mind hadn't even formed yet.

"That was a healing spell, wasn't it?"

The figure nodded.

"Don't healing spells require life energy to perform?"

"They do."

"Are you alright?" They snapped their heads toward him. And even though Logan couldn’t see their face he could swear the stare was somehow different this time. Like a mix of curiousity and… something else.

He wasn't sure if they waited for him to continue, so he simply asked them again. "Are you alright?"

“I’m not stupid enough to use my own for someone elses benefit.” There seemed to be just a hint of hesitation if their voice and if Logan wasn't focusing so intently on them, he was sure he would have missed it.

"Did you use mine?" At that it chuckled.

"I'm not cruel either, graverobber, despite what people may say about me."

"Its Logan."

"What?"

"My name. It's Logan."

"Rather stupid to give your own name away, isn't it?"

"I don't believe in such nonsense as fae."

"And I deemed you smart." He could hear a trace of a smile in their voice. Logan scoffed.

"I do consider myself smart enough to distinguish rumors from truth. And judge the danger adequately."

"And yet you came here to meet me." They chuckled. "Do you think me harmless?"

"No. I most certainly do not." Logan shook his head. "I know I'm taking a risk. Whether you help me or not. I just deem the potential profit worth it."

"You really are a strange one, aren't you?" They said before turning around, looking up at the clear sky.

They climbed back up, long limbs grasping at the stray roots poking from the dirt and Logan caught a glimpse of yellow boots beneath their dark cloak. How peculiar.

They sat themselves on the edge of the grave, looking down at him.

The scientist wasted no time, grabbing Roman's favorite sash he was buried with and using it to secure the limp body against his shoulders. Albeit a little awkwardly it did leave his hands free to climb back up, even if he had to readjust Romans body twice while doing so. He was panting heavily by the time he pulled himself out of the grave.

The creature stood up, walking away, not allowing him a moment to breathe.

"Shouldn't we cover the casket again to avoid suspicion?" Logan called after it and it stopped.

"Trust me, Logan" the creature chuckled, turning their head towards him and barring their too sharp teeth again. "Whoever enters the cemetery tomorrow will notice something is missing."

The figure didn’t give Logan enough time to process the response before they turned around, cape twirling with their movement like fog as they set the pace with their quick steps. It took him a second to piece together that the creature expected him to follow. He did his best to secure Roman’s body round his shoulder a little better using the sash. It was best to leave his hands free to… well, the night didn’t seem particularly inviting and despite what Logan claimed, he didn’t trust his mysterious companion as far as he could throw them.

By the time the scientist caught up to the witch, they were almost out of the cemetery. It made no indication of having noticed Logan, though with how heavy his panting sounded in the silence of the night he sincerely doubted they failed to register his presence.

Not that he minded the lack of conversation. Carrying Roman was taking up almost all of his energy.

The terrain got steeper the longer they traveled and Logan concluded they must be going up the lone hill near the cemetery. It was an odd black spot of land. Ash colored ground and black trees sticking out on the otherwise green scenery as much as the witch did in their little town.

On the top of the hill there was a castle, a century or two old, left to rot for about half that time. If it even was ever finished at all. He remembered hearing rumors from the older folks that the owner left before the roof was fully in place. He tried asking about it a few times as a child but when pressed about it they would simply snear, not willing to mention it outright. Once the ground around it turned black even the rumors seemed to stop. And thus Logan gave up on learning the history of this place.

Still. It was a nice thing to reminisce as they climbed. The countless theories he strung together as a child came back to him. Giving him an odd source of comfort as he stumbled over dead tree branches more times than his tired mind cared to count. Anything was a welcome distraction from Roman's bod- Roman weighing him down. Even in his thinned down state. He had lost quite a bit of mass before de- his departure. Which Logan had no doubt could be fixed with a proper diet once he brought Roman back.

He adjusted his grip on the male and stumbled behind the witch. The pace they set wasn't fast but it was steady and after a while of not being able to take a break Logan had trouble keeping up. The distance from the cemetery to the old crumbling mansion wasn't big. But having walked halfway up the hill with Roman on his back has certainly drained Logan of his energy. As well as his mood.

And soon the old theories weren’t enough to occupy his mind anymore.

"Is there any particular reason you're dragging us to an abandoned castle?" He huffed. Struggling to both walk and speak. "or have you decided to test how willing I am to-"

The creature chuckled, slowing down slightly to allow a huffing Logan to catch up to them. He put down Roman before sitting down on the ground himself, barely restraining himself from collapsing. He sat down, resting his hands on the ground and grimaced instantly. The feeling of the decaying grass between his fingers was an odd feeling but decidedly unpleasant. It felt strangely dry to the touch yet left an unpleasant feeling of stickiness on his skin as soon as he removed his hands from it.

"And I thought you valued my input." The figure teased, walking around Logan in a slow circle. The man felt too tired to follow it with his gaze so he closed his eyes for a second. Allowing himself to rest. "Or have you gone back on your claims?"

"I would value your input more if I knew you're not sending me on a so-called 'wild duck chase'."

The figure snorted.

"You're rather impatient, aren't you?"

"I'm reasonable."

"Says the man who broke into the cemetery to haul a body on his shoulders through the fields." the witch pointed to Roman and Logan crossed his arms.

"Leave him out of this."

"I'm not the one who brought him into this." The figure pointed out and Logan wanted to protest but the witch held up their hand, stopping him. Logan grimaced, crossing his arms and waiting for it to finish. "But since I'm feeling rather generous today I will reveal that the abandoned castle is in fact my home."

Logan cast a glance towards the enormous building.

"This seems rather excessive.” It certainly did add an air of mystery, which by now Logan was certain the witch had a fondness towards, but it hardly seemed worth it. It was so far away from both the river and all other food sources, and Logan sincerely doubted anything was growing on this ash colored ground.

To be honest it didn’t look particularly cozy either. Crumbling walls didn’t sound like a good choice for a home. “Wouldn't a smaller house be easier to maintain? Why not choose something closer to the woods or water. Wouldn’t that be more comfortable?“

The witch didn’t respond and Logan started to wonder if it was ignoring him. When it spoke it sounded quieter, almost solemn.

"Stone fortresses don't burn."

Before Logan could ask what they meant by this the figure started walking again. Leaving Logan to scramble behind them once again.

The rest of the trip towards the castle was silent, save for Logan's heavy heaving. His lungs felt like they might burst by the time the three of them made it to the top. He all but let Roman slide down his shoulders before collapsing to the ground himself. His head thumped against the brick entrance as he tried to settle his breathing. His throat burned with every breath and Logan wasn't sure he would be able to carry Roman another step tonight. The witch watched him desperately gasp for air before it leaned down and threw Roman over their shoulder in one swift movement.

Logan tried to protest but all it earned him was a coughing fit that made his chest feel like it was burning. His fingers grasping in vain at the figures cloak, grazing the fabric but never quite able to catch it.

No, no it couldn't take Roman. Not now. Not when he had gotten so far.

"Try not to cough your lungs out." The figure chuckled as Logan struggled to blink away the tears threatening to form in the corner of his eyes. "I'd rather not have to dispose of two dead bodies."

No. No. They couldn't. Not Roman.

Logan felt wet streaks flow down his cheeks as he fell forward, arms shaking until they gave in and he found himself with his face pressed against the cold ground. The sensation almost overpowered by his insides burning him alive. Black spots dancing before his eyes as he desperately gasped for air.

He was going to die here. He was going to die here and leave Patton and Virgil alone in their grieving for Roman.

The next thing he knew was a soft golden glow surrounding him as the fire in his chest slowly died out. With finally enough room in his lungs for air Logan took a ragged breath, forcing the coughs down. The pain in his arms subsided a little and he was able to climb onto his hands taking in one desperate breath after another until his heart didn't feel like it was going to burst anymore.

"You're rather a dramatic thing, aren't you?"

"Let him go." Logan heaved. His voice still raspy from the coughing fit.

"And risk you sprawling yourself on my floor and coughing your lungs up again? No, I don't think so."

"You can't have him." Logan heaved again, doing his best to glare up at the figure. The figure chuckled.

"Nor do I want him, trust me." Logan furrowed his brows and the figure all but chuckled again. "Yes, yes, we had a deal with you doing everything alone. How very noble of you. And how inconvenient for me to use my magic for something so frivolous as keeping you from dying." The figure grinned and Logan caught the unnatural shine of their fangs again. "I might not be so generous next time if you decide to be a nuisance."

All Logan could do was bite his tongue and glare at the creature. It chuckled again, as if all of Logan's worries were some grand comedy, before it offered Logan a hand. He scoffed, pushing himself to his feet on his own just to spite it. He swore he could feel it holding back a laugh as the procedure turned out harder than he initially thought.

His legs still felt heavy, though not as much as when he collapsed at the entrance, and by the time he managed to position himself up his lungs threatened him with another coughing fit.

"Do you take pride in making everything twice as complicated as it needs to be?" Amusement laced their words as they looked Logan up and down. He grunted, pushing himself off the wall with wobbly hands and nearly toppling over were it not for the witch steadying him. They retrieved their hand before Logan had a chance to swat it away. "Follow me then." They commanded, leaving Logan to catch up to them once again. This was getting repetitive.

He staggered forward despite the burning muscles screaming in protest at every step he took. All he could do to keep himself upright was lean against the stone wall as he walked.

He was surprised to find it so clean. The stone felt cold and smooth under his fingers as he slid his hand against it. Grounding him as he slowly made his way forward.

What did the witch do to him? He dug Roman out of his grave and then carried him up the mountain, despite the pain in his chest, just fine. Why was he having so much trouble walking in a straight line?

"You've exhausted yourself." The witch answered the question Logan didn't ask.

"I'm doing fine." Logan barked through gritted teeth. Too busy trying not to fall over to care about being pleasant.

"Clearly." The tone made it very clear the creature did not believe him in the slightest. "Which is why I propose we'll work on bringing your friend back to life once you had proper rest."

"I don't need-"

"-to argue your point." The witch interrupted him. "Precisely. I'm not about to work on a delicate project with someone who looks like they are about to fall over and take a nap on the floor at any second. Arguing would be just a waste of time"-Logan could hear the smirk and their voice-"and your supposed abundance of energy."

Logan hated to admit it but the witch was right. Even if he managed to wrestle Roman free from their grasp there was little Logan could do to bring him back if the witch had no intention to help him. So with a sour feeling in his mouth Logan glad to admit defeat.

"Don't worry." The creature assured him with barely hidden amusement in their voice." I can assure you, you won't be able to run from all the work that will need to be done tomorrow."

Somehow that did little to ease Logan's nerves.

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