Chapter Four
**Octavia's POV**
Octavia was actually happy for once.
Things were starting to look up for everyone. As fun as it was to be free, even she had to admit that everything went a lot easier when a real adult took charge.
The weird thing was that everyone, *everyone* was listening to a Grounder of all things.
Logan just had that energy about him. That presence, when he spoke, you were afraid not to answer and not because he threatened anyone, he didn't need to. He just *was* that way.
Not that anyone would bother trying to disobey after watching Bellamy shoot him in the head and then, just like magic from those books her brother used to read to her when they were little, watching him heal. Just like that. Like it never happened, seriously did no one else see how cool that was.
After he had handed Bellamy his own ass, Octavia had been terrified her brother was dead.
But other than a crooked nose, Bellamy was fine. Hurt pride, sure. But alive.
Logan hadn't hurt anyone else after that. Just warned them about the storm, got everyone organized, and made sure they all survived the night.
Being in the Earth studies classes had been interesting of sorts, it was the first time in her life where she was absolutely free to talk to others and didn't have to worry about getting caught.
A lot of the kids talked about their parents especially their fathers, being scary or having a certain energy about them.
Octavia had nothing to go by, she'd never knew a father, the closest she had was an annoying big brother that just would not get off her ass, but she understood now what they meant.
When Logan said move, you moved.
And everyone had jumped to it, gotten everything done with plenty of time to shelter in the pod.
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Octavia woke to find Bellamy's sleeping area empty.
She went outside and heard Logan's gruff voice echoing across the clearing.
"Reset. Next time when you swing, follow thru, move your hips like this."
Imagine waking up watching a half-naked shirtless Lincoln working out in the pre-dawn light *yes please mama like* and the sun wasn't even up yet.
Standing next to him to ruin the image was her brother Bellamy, (ugg) along with a few other kids. I noticed a lot of them were some of the loser girls *oh Hell no* all watching as Logan and Lincoln demonstrated fighting techniques.
*Dammit. *
She wanted to learn to fight. Here was someone who could actually teach her, and she'd overslept.
Not to mention this was Lincoln's dad. She needed him to like her.
Octavia ran forward, fully aware that her hair was an absolute disaster and she probably looked like she'd been dragged through the woods backward.
"Can you teach me?" she blurted out, practically bouncing on her toes. "Please? I want to learn to fight."
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**Logan's POV**
Logan had been finishing up the morning instruction when the Blake girl came running up with a case of bed head so extreme it was almost impressive.
He would have laughed if he hadn't seen the resolve in her eyes.
"Kid, why do you want to learn how to fight?" he asked, genuinely curious.
Without missing a beat, she responded: "I don't want to feel helpless ever again."
Logan gave her a quick once-over. There had to be a story there, but he wouldn't press.
She looked nervous, fidgeting slightly under his scrutiny. But then he saw it, the moment she firmed her resolve, straightened her spine, refused to show fear.
*Not bad, * he thought.
He smiled. "You know, I think I know the perfect instructor." He paused. "Go on."
He nodded toward Lincoln, clearly dismissing her so she could say her goodbyes.
The girl's face lit up, and she practically skipped over to Lincoln.
Bellamy walked up wearing a frown that could probably be seen from orbit.
Logan chuckled. "Relax, champ. You helped raise a strong, smart, and clearly independent young lady. And that boy is clearly falling in love with her."
He patted Bellamy's shoulder.
Bellamy looked at him, confusion and worry warring on his face.
"Don't worry so much about who your sister is," Logan said quietly. "Figure out who *you* are first."
He left Bellamy to process that and headed back to the dropship to check supplies.
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The plan was simple: grab just enough for Lincoln to make the trip to Anya safely.
What Logan found made him question who the hell had taught these kids "Earth Skills."
The berries they'd picked would give them diarrhea.
The nuts would make them hallucinate.
The meat wasn't cured correctly and would spoil within days.
The animal skins they were trying to preserve weren't dried or racked properly and would rot.
The only things that seemed remotely in order were some medical plants being dried correctly.
Logan had to give them credit for one thing; the little shits were making booze. (moonshine)
Well, alcohol had medical purposes, and as long as no one went blind....Sure. That's what he'd tell himself. sniffing the still and loading up an empty flask he kept... for sentimental reasons, clearly enjoying his luck.
*cough*smile*cough*smile
"You okay, old man?" Lincoln asked, appearing in the doorway.
Logan straightened up and looked at him for a long moment.
Then he pulled out a small package from his bag and handed it to Lincoln.
"Open this after you leave," and stop by my hut to resupply, take the box on the table with you its cluttering up my place." Logan said quietly.
Lincoln took it, confused. "What is it?"
"You'll know when you open it."
Logan walked out without another word.
He didn't need to say anything. Lincoln would understand.
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A while later, Logan watched from a distance as Lincoln headed out, pack on his back, purpose in his stride, ready to make contact with Anya.
A proud look settled on Logan's face.
*Good kid, * he thought. *Damn good kid. *
He touched his beard, grimacing at how long and unkempt it had gotten.
"Need a shave maybe see if any of the kids could help with a haircut," he muttered to himself. "If I'm going back to that damn city..."
The city he told himself every year he'd never return to.
The city he somehow found himself visiting every year around the same time.
Well, there was still plenty of time before then.
"Let's get cleaned up," he said to no one in particular, and headed off to find his under used grooming supplies.
Behind him, the 100 were beginning to wake up properly, starting another day of trying to survive on the ground.