Chapter 4
The next day is spent reexamining the crime scene and your time manipulation scene. Here’s what we’ve concluded so far: there is a ruby necklace (but it’s gone), the woman was decapitated (just like the previous woman), the killer used an axe and he did so at the house (why did he kill her elsewhere?), and there are no prints--anywhere. This person was thorough. They’re experienced, highly intelligent, and an organized killer, as shown through his meticulous planning.
Once you’re finished with work, you and the gang head off to a local diner. Shaggy and Scooby order the entire menu, per usual. You’re enjoying the time with the gang. You really did miss them.
“So y/n, what’s the deal with you and Logan?” Daphne asks innocently, while dipping her fry into the ketchup. Fred and Velma look over at you and laugh at your deadpan expression.
“Y'all are being nosey now, are you? For your information, there is nothing going on with Logan and I. We’re just doing our jobs.” You say and continue to drink your shake.
“Yeah, ‘jobs’ all right,” says Fred, “You know, if you really want him, I have the perfect trap I’ve been trying to lay on someone--”
“Fred!” all of you yell, then you all start laughing. “Man, I missed your traps Fred. I missed all of you.” You say with a sad smile.
Shaggy is done with his fifth burger before moving onto the next, “Like, we missed you too. I gotta ask, how are you holding up?” He then takes a big bite, before making a confused face, “This isn’t a burger, it's a crocodile.” He shrugs then keeps chewing.
You forgot you were in the south, specifically Louisiana. “Listen y’all, I know that I scared you for a bit…” you start before Velma interrupts. “You were labeled with a psychotic breakdown. You didn’t just scare us. We thought we lost you. How are you really? No bullshit.” Velma cussing will never get old.
You sigh and look at your friends, “Listen, when he came after me, I felt the world close in on me. Crime scenes became my worst nightmare. I would be lying if I said yesterday wasn’t hard. It was hard, especially because they’re women; but I’m learning. I’m learning more about myself than I ever have. I’m learning to enjoy my job--both my jobs again. I really missed solving mysteries with you. You’re all my support group and I really don’t know what I’d do without you.”
You give them all a sappy smile and Scooby says, “Awwwh, group hwug!” You all squeeze together. It feels like you’re with family again.
Later that night, you say goodbye to your friends and head down to the bar. The “bar” is really just a few barrels and moonshine. Thankfully, they also have whiskey--you’re favorite. You haven’t drank in months, but the warm sting feels amazing down your throat.
Someone joins the chair in front of you, it’s Logan. “Well, well, you’re a whiskey gal, are you?” He says with a southern accent. You nearly swoon, but stop yourself. “Sure am. What do you drink?”
He laughs, “Oh, this is like water to me. Nothing here is strong enough.”
The “bartender,” who is really just the hotel manager with the label “bartender” on his shirt, comes over to Logan. “Uh sir, you’re sure about dat? I have something dat’s real strong.” He pulls out a large can of moonshine. You can smell the alcohol from here.
“I can drink this in one drink.”
“Do it.” the bartender says, narrowing his eyes.
Aaaaand, that’s how you find yourself drunk and laughing with Logan at the bartender’s beard. “It looks like a square bush on his face.” you yell and start laughing excessively. Logan drinks another can of moonshine before shouting, “Another!”
He’s had 10 moonshine cans--10! The man is a monster. You had one and you’re already on the edge of passing out.
Before you can, you feel his arms around your waist. He’s helping you up from the bar, but in his drunken state, you notice that he’s also losing his balance. Before you can make it to your rooms, you both collapse in the hallway. You start laughing at the situation. Logan, on top of you, not really aware of what’s happening.
You look up at him and suddenly your drunken state is sobered. Logan had long dark hair, in a pony tail, and kind blue eyes. But he looked different now, he had shorter black hair and green eyes. Those green eyes...you will never forget them. You push him off of you and back away. “What...w-what...who are you?” As Logan meets your own eyes, he sees the fear in them.
Thad comes out into the hallway and laughs at you two. “I see you managed to get Logan drunk.” His laugh stops when he sees your face. “Y/n, are you okay? You looked scared.”
Shaking your head, you say, “He’s...Loki.” The name makes Logan look at you in the eyes. You start to see what happened that day. The day that changed your life. You feel yourself begin to faint.