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One More Chance (Part 12 of the Series “Is There Anything Left of Patton?”)

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Relationships: Logan/Patton, Virgil & Patton, Logan & Virgil, Roman & Patton

Characters:

Appear: Patton, Logan, Virgil

Mentioned: Roman, Remy

Summary: Season change. Life changes. This time, Patton does too.

Notes: Zombie Apocalypse AU, Patton is a zombie

This is the twelfth part of a series of one-shots called Is There Anything Left of Patton?

Previous parts:

“Something Left”

“Someone You’ll Never Meet”

“Food You’ll Never Eat”

“Things You’ll Never Do”

“There Are Things That Are Lost”

“There Are Things That Are Missing”

“And There is a Question”

“Is There Anything Left of Patton?”

“And There is an Answer”

“But What Does It Mean”

“One More Dance”

My Master Post

The day Roman danced with Patton marked a big change in the house. Remy had basically already figured out what was going on with Patton (or at least as much as one could given Logan and Virgil didn’t quite understand it themselves), but it came as a surprise to Roman… somehow. Virgil had worried on the first day about Roman’s reaction considering his initial behavior when he’d met Patton, but much like Virgil had, Roman had managed to get attached. Zombie or not, Roman had decided Patton was his friend. The explanation of just what exactly was going on had come with some awkwardness, but not violence and life quickly moved on.

Once the secret was out and neither of them had an extreme negative reaction, their guests began to crest the barrier between guests and residents in the house. Logan began to devote time to thinking up a more permanent solution than just having the two crash on the floor of the study. For now, they had found usable mattresses and dragged them home to set up a temporary third bedroom in the study, but Logan had been making plans to renovate the house next door and build an attachment between the two so they would have more space. He’d already spent some of the summer constructing a sturdier fence around the neighboring house and planned on working on building more solar panels for its roof in the basement during the winter.

The division of labor became a lot easier too with the addition of two people. Scavenging was much easier, allowing Logan to get the supplies for the aforementioned solar panels as well as other supplies from more difficult to break into places. Remy and Roman were actually quite practiced at not dying in more risky situations since they’d started in a city.

Remy knew a bit about tech, having worked in a theater and jury-rigged a few things like microphones and lights in his day. Though he didn’t know as much about stuff as Logan, he knew enough basics that Logan was able to teach him things about maintaining and fixing the generators and other things around the house.

Roman, meanwhile, was good at hunting in both the traditional way and in the Roman-did-you-really-just-catch-a-chicken-with-your-bare-hands sort of way. They now had 3 chickens which they’d set up a coop for in the other house’s backyard.

Both Roman and Remy could sew pretty well which took some of the load off of Virgil and they could help in the garden some (Logan was still not allowed anywhere near it).

Virgil still often found himself panicking about the fast approaching winter, but they had even more supplies than the year before even counting the two extra mouths. So, overall, everything had changed for the better.

And then, there was Patton.

Patton had good days and bad days, but even the bad days were in stark contrast to what he’d been like a year ago. It’s like something had been triggered in him, and once he’d figured out how to follow the path to consciousness, it became easier to do so by the day.

On good days, Virgil imagined an outsider wouldn’t ever guess what he was. He wasn’t 100% normal, but most people would have no trouble saying he was a person. He still never spoke (except reportedly to Logan sometimes when they were alone), but he did react to what they said and seemed to understand. He smiled at Roman when he played him a song and tilted his head when Virgil spoke softly to him. There were entire passive aggressive arguments about the décor between him and Remy as both moved everything from furniture to decorations around sometimes behind each other’s back… and sometimes while making unflinching eye contact. Virgil thought they were having fun. Maybe?

There was a day in late August after the temperature had finally broken and it wasn’t boiling hot anymore where Virgil came down to find every blanket and pillow in the house had been brought to the living room and piled on and around the couch. Virgil at first had thought it was another malfunction and Patton was confused, but it was clear by how Logan reacted that it was in fact just a Patton thing. Roman had taken the blankets and constructed a fort for him which they’d both proceeded to spend the rest of the day in talking (well, Roman did the talking) about musicals and Disney movies.

Then, there were a few times where Virgil had caught him staring at a full cup of water sitting in the armchair. He’d sheepishly pretend like he’d gotten the water to drink it and Virgil let him.

Virgil’s hoodie just as often ended up folded outside his bedroom door in the mornings as it ended up in the washing machine and sometimes Patton would even come find him and hand it to him.

They hid the macaroni and cheese and woke to the entire loaf of bread that had been on the counter gone and cold grilled cheeses in the refrigerator. They put the macaroni back.

And on his best days when he came downstairs and poured himself a glass of juice from the refrigerator, he’d shoot a smile at Virgil and go off to find Logan. Virgil would often find them later smashed into the armchair together with Patton’s head on his shoulder while Logan read a book to him out loud.

The good days were become slightly more frequent as the months pushed on, but today was a bad day.

He’d been very confused and mostly unresponsive all day, but there was still something there in his eyes even today. Virgil glanced over as he removed the last jar of canned strawberries in this batch from the pressure cooker on the stove and set it on a dishtowel to cool. He’d been taking inventory earlier and some of the older cans that needed to be used soon were on the kitchen table including a jar of pickles.

Patton was staring at that jar intently as though it held the secrets of the universe. “Do you want a pickle, Patton?” Virgil asked. There wasn’t much of a response except for maybe a flicker of his eyelashes. However, the fact that he seemed to connect the sealed container with one of his favorite snacks did say something good about his object permanence.

Virgil passed the card table he’d set up for the earlier batches of cans to the kitchen table and grabbed the jar. He quickly took out one of the pickles and closed the can back up tight so the man wouldn’t try to eat all the contents in one go. He placed the pickle down in front of Patton. He immediately grabbed it and Virgil quickly turned away, so he wouldn’t have to watch that. When he looked back, the pickle was gone, and Patton had placed his chin on the table to once again stare at the jar intently.

“You just keep doing that buddy,” Virgil said before turning back to his canning station on the counter. He’d been working all day and this next batch would be his last. He started spooning the pre-prepared strawberries into the jars as he heated the water back up in the pressure cooker. He heard Patton shifting around but didn’t pay him much mind, too engrossed in his task. Annoyingly, it ended up that he was about half a can short on his mixture. He must have filled one of the earlier batches too full and now everything was uneven. It wasn’t a big deal, but still irritating. He’d just placed the last lid on when a hand suddenly appeared next to him and he jumped.

Honestly, one would think he’d be used to Patton randomly reaching for him by now. Except, unlike what usually happened, the hand went for one of the jars from the last batch instead of for Virgil himself. There was a quiet pop before the jar was set down again with its lid off. Virgil blinked at him. He blinked back and then wandered away. Virgil’s eyes followed him which is when he saw the card table. Every single jar was open.

“Oh, you’ve gotta be kidding me Patton.” Patton gave him a curious head tilt, looked at the dozens of opened cans, and then looked back at him.

Virgil put his head down on the counter and let out a long, loud groan. He was actually impressed by own his lung capacity.

There were footsteps from the living room after about 15 seconds of sustained groaning. “What happened?” Logan asked.

“I just wasted an entire day on canning is what just happened,” Virgil sighed, gesturing to the many, many open cans.

Logan’s presence in the room seemed to pull Patton in and he walked up to him, kind of bumping into his front. Logan’s arms came up to hug him softly, and he rubbed his back a bit. Virgil watched as, after a moment, Patton tilted his head a bit to angle his mouth towards Logan’s ear. Virgil raised an eyebrow at that. Logan hummed after a few seconds and pressed a kiss to the top of Patton’s head. “It’s okay, love. I’ll help Virgil clean it up for you. You don’t have to worry.”

Virgil blinked. “Yeah, no, it’s fine Pat,” he was quick to reassure. “I get it. You’re good. It’s just a few cans.”

“How about I take you upstairs and you can lay down for a bit?” Logan offered. Patton nodded. “Alright, I’ll be down in a few minutes,” Logan said to Virgil before starting to guide Patton upstairs.

“You will not,” Virgil muttered, knowing it would be at least an hour, maybe two before he could pull himself away. Yet, he was more amused than annoyed at that fact. Virgil turned to look at the state the kitchen was in as they disappeared up the stairs. “Well, I guess I get one more chance to make sure the strawberry levels are even in all of the cans.”

Want to read more? The next part of this series is When There Is Something Left.

#sanders sides #logan sanders #patton sanders #virgil sanders #logicality #roman sanders #remy sanders #platonic moxiety #platonic analogical #platonic royality #zombie au #patton is a zombie #italop #adriana writes

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Light of the Seven - Chapter Three: Sizzlin’ 101

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A couple hours after the hot neighbor incident, a very grumpy Taako entered the restaurant kitchen. He only had one beginner's class to teach today, so it was gonna be a relatively calm afternoon.

Lup was head of the kitchen in this place, and she'd easily managed to convince the owner to let Taako teach classes on Thursdays, when the restaurant was closed anyway.

His whole former cooking show host status enabled him to take quite a bit of money for a part time gig like this. Lots of people came just to get an autograph and a chat. Taako made sure they went home at least knowing the difference between red onions and spring onions.

Taako got to preparing the kitchen for his class, yawning.

All he wanted to do was go back to bed. Maybe think of ways to ask Kravitz out on a date some more.

He definitely didn't want to deal with fans who were crushing on him, or who wanted to brag to their friends about having taken a cooking lesson from the Taako.

He wondered what they'd say if they knew he was also a superhero. Taako was glad for his mask. Too much fame would be unhealthy, even for him.

Ten minutes until his students would arrive. Taako sighed.

He'd already had three cups of coffee before leaving, another one wouldn't hurt. He'd already reduced his coffee intake dramatically since college, so he was good, health wise. The coffee machine the employees used was decent enough, courtesy of Lup, and five minutes later Taako was leaning against the counter, sipping slowly at the scalding hot liquid.

The kitchen door swung open. Taako paused, eyeing the newcomer curiously. "You get lost, kiddo? School's on the other side of town."

"Oh, no, sir! I'm pretty sure this is the right place for my cooking lesson, and you're Taako!" The boy beamed at him, though he seemed a little nervous. He was dressed up all fancy, in an adorable small suit, and he was holding a notebook with dozens of sticky notes between the pages.

In summary, he looked like a nerd. If he was wearing jeans, he might have as well been Barry's kid.

"That's me, kid. The one and only." Taako grabbed the list of participants of this course and scanned it. He really should put an age limit on his classes. Now he'd have to try and watch his mouth and shit, if he didn't want to deal with pissed off parents. "And you are?"

"My name's Angus McDonald," the boy said. Taako made a little checkmark behind his name on the list.

"You know anything about cooking, Angles?"

To his credit, the kid straight up ignored the wrong name and shook his head no.

"This is a beginner's class, right? Do I have to know anything? Was there any reading I should've done?"

Nerd. Taako fought back the urge to smile.

"Theory can only get you so far. Cooking is all about instinct. But there's some stuff that should be obvious. Like your getup..." He gestured at the fancy suit Angus was wearing. "That's not kitchen attire. It'll get dirty, it'll get ripped or burned… best case scenario it'll smell like pasta sauce later."

Angus looked down at himself with a frown. "Oh. I didn't think of that. I don't really have any less fancy clothes, sir."

Taako sighed. Kid couldn't be older than ten. " 's fine. As long as your parents don't mind."

Angus smiled hesitantly. "My grandpa doesn't really notice the state of my clothes."

That was something, at least. Taako nodded. "There's aprons in that drawer over there, get yourself one."

He finished up his coffee and went to prepare the ingredients they would need. Today was a pasta day, nothing too difficult for a bunch of people who'd possibly never turned on a stove before.

Angus was rummaging around behind him, but the sounds didn't prepare Taako for the sight he was met with when he turned around.

Angus had put on an apron, and was trying to tie it around his waist. It was approximately ten sizes too big and the bottom few inches were piled up on the floor. Taako snorted and brought a hand to his mouth to he wouldn't laugh too loud at the kid. A-fucking-dorable.

Angus gave him something that would have been a glare if there hadn't been so much desperation in his eyes.

Taako took pity on him. "Not to worry, my little dude. Taako's here to fix all your kitchen problems."

He turned so his back was to Angus, obscuring his view, and pulled open a drawer. Alright, there was some string he could use as yarn, he just needed... A quick wave of his hand and a spoon turned into a sewing needle.

Taako's superpower definitely won the usefulness award.

He turned back to Angus and gestured him to come closer. As Angus tried to do so without tripping over his apron, Taako threaded the needle and crouched down.

"Won't the owners be mad if you make one of their aprons shorter?" Angus asked as Taako got to work.

"Nah." He shook his head. "I'll open it back up after class. I know a thing or two about sewing." Mostly from a childhood spent wearing whatever clothes their foster families would be generous enough to give them.

"You know so much stuff I don't," Angus noted, "I'd like to know how to sew…"

Taako smiled. "Well, you're just a kid. You got plenty of time to learn. For now…" He tugged on the apron's end to see if it would give, then nodded to himself in satisfaction. "Let's just start with cooking."

Angus nodded, determination on his face as if he was about to storm into a monster's den.

Taako wasn't one for kids, he really wasn't, but damn… he wanted to melt.

He settled for ruffling Angus' hair in a friendly manner and straightened up as the other, much older participants started filing in.

"Hello and welcome to my kitchen! I'm Taako, but you knew that already!"

His most brilliant smile in place as he looked at his class, he didn't notice Angus eyeing the sewing needle with a look of clear suspicion.

#taz #my writing #i need to start uploading all my stuff on here as well #i just rarely use my laptop at all #and i cant do read mores on the app

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