Breakfast was a newer thing at the apartment. With everything cleaned and unpacked, there was finally space to cook and move around in the kitchen. They had avoided it as much as possible the first week until Logan gave a speech about proper dieting, Patton backing him up every step of the way.

Roman got up that morning and found Logan over the stove, Patton giving him tips and advice while Logan took the reins. He seemed comfortable cooking but when Patton would give him an odd instruction, he just seemed perplexed and would start asking questions. Roman smiled at the sight before Patton pushed Logan playfully out of the way and told him to take a seat at the table.

Logan sat with a mug of coffee in his hand before looking at Roman. He took a sip from his mug as Roman leaned onto his hand, his elbow resting on the table. "That was strangely domestic of you two."

Logan sighed and shook his head as Patton walked over with two plates in his hand. "There is nothing strange about it. I have more culinary skills when it comes to baking and had been teaching Patton, whereas-" Patton leaned down and slid a plate in front of Logan, giving him a quick peck on the cheek before walking over and handing Roman his own plate. Without another word, Patton turned back to the stove to prepare two more plates. Logan watched him every step, spinning around in his chair as Patton walked away.

"Yo, pocket protector. Logan." Roman stood up and reached over, nudging the other's shoulder. "Hey, Logan!"

"What?" He snapped his neck back around and sat in his chair, his cheeks rosy and a smile on his face. "I'm sorry, you were saying?"

Roman raised a brow and leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. "No, you were saying but then you stopped. What was that?"

"Oh, well." Logan cleared his throat and placed a hand on his cheek as Patton sat down with his breakfast in hand. "It's nothing, I apologize."

"You okay, Lo?" Patton blinked and leaned over. "You look a little red."

"After that kiss you gave him, Pat?" Roman finally picked up his silverware and began to dig into his eggs. "You took him completely by surprise."

"Kiss that I gave..." Patton covered his mouth and looked at Logan in shock. "Oh my gosh I didn't even think about it I just kind of did it, Logan I'm so sorry!"

"No, it's okay." Logan cleared his throat as he began to eat if nothing was wrong. "It was more than okay, you needn't worry." He glanced up and saw the happiness radiating from Patton before he looked back down at his plate. "What is on the agenda for today?"

"Well, I'm going to take your advice and go talk to the theater heads about their finances and see if I can't help."

"I have work today." Patton turned to Logan with a smirk. "What are you planning?"

"Actually, I invited Thomas over today for a bit."

"Aww, I'm gonna miss Thomas?" Patton poked at the eggs on his plate as he huffed.

Logan smirked and stared at Patton a bit, sitting in silence until Roman cleared his throat. Logan flushed and shifted in his seat. "I'm sure Thomas will be equally upset but I can pass along the message if you would like."

Virgil entered the kitchen with a groan, squinting at the lights as he made his way slowly to the table. He plopped down in his chair and Patton stood up, walking to the counter and grabbing the last plate, placing it down in front of Virgil. He made his way to the fridge and also poured a glass of orange juice. Once it made it to the table, Virgil audibly groaned and looked up. "Can't I have coffee instead?"

Patton placed his hands on his hips and frowned at the youngest roommate. "You usually avoid coffee because it worsens your anxiety and I've seen you have some for the past three days! Orange juice will be good for you."

"Patton, I need the caffeine, you don't understand." Virgil leaned forward and glared at his plate. "I'm gonna die if I don't!"

"That's not true and you know it." Patton sat back down in his chair and Virgil huffed, silently eating his breakfast as the mundane chatter continued.

When everything was done and the dishes were gathered in the sink, everyone prepared themselves for the day. Virgil made it out the door first, having the longest commute out of all of them. Then Roman called out, asking for luck on another day of job searching, more confident than he had been previous days. Finally, Patton stood at the door, his lunch packed away in his lunchbox as he said his goodbyes.

"-and you're sure you don't mind me leaving? You'll have to cook lunch, Two doesn't mind! There's also the dishes from breakfast!"

Logan reached out and placed his hands softly on Patton's shoulders. "I'm an adult, Patton. I can cook for myself, don't worry. If you leave Two with us, you'll be leaving yourself just as worried. We'll be fine."

"You're right. You always are." Patton shrugged and looked at Logan, watching him as the other stood there, staring back curiously. "I, uh..." Patton licked his lips and turned away. "I'm sorry about earlier, at breakfast. I didn't even think about it."

Logan grabbed one of Patton's hands and leaned in. "You mean the kiss?" Patton looked up and peered over the frames of his glasses and nodded. "Well, I suppose I only make it fair."

Patton perked up immediately and jumped, wrapping his arms around Logan's shoulders as he leaned in, their lips meeting briefly in a moment of excitement. "Oh gosh, I did it again, huh?" Patton chuckled and backed away, noticing his boyfriend staring back and much more flushed than before. "Lo, are you okay?" Logan blinked and nodded, smiling wide as his eyes drooped a bit. "Well then! I'm off to work!" Patton waved and turned, walking out the door and closing it shut with a click. After he was gone, Logan raised a hand and waved, muttering to himself as he walked back to the couch and sat down in a daze.

He rested his head back and let out a sigh of content, sitting in silence and letting his mind wander. There was a knock on the door and he perked up, stretching and making his way over. When he opened it, he saw Thomas standing there, phone in his hand and looking concerned.

"Logan! You weren't answering your phone." Thomas blinked and smiled a bit as the worry melted away. "Well, you look pleased with yourself. Figure something out or make some new discovery or something?"

Logan moved out of the way and motioned for him to enter. Thomas walked in as he shut the door. "Not really, I suppose I got lost in thought waiting for your arrival. My phone is currently not on my person, an oversight on my part." Logan made his way to the kitchen where he remembered leaving his phone by the coffee pot. "I do apologize for making you worry."

"Just thinking, huh?" Thomas followed and watched Logan pick up his phone and light up the screen, jerking in surprise at the notifications. "You must have been deep in thought."

"Perhaps." Logan tapped away on the phone before sticking it into his pocket. "Right. I believe I texted you about something I wanted you to bring."

Thomas snapped his fingers and pointed at Logan with a triumphant smile. "Yes! On the day we met, you had this little travel memo pad you wrote down stuff about all of us and our powers. After I accidentally wiped your memory, I grabbed it and left. Or something like that, I don't remember all the details. Is that right?"

"That is correct." Logan made his way across the apartment and to his own bedroom, walking in and inviting Thomas alongside him. "After that, I purchased a journal that I never left the apartment with and rewrote everything I was able to discover. Now, you still had the memo pad if I remember correctly."

"I do!" Thomas smiled and perked up. "I put it somewhere I would be sure I would never lose it or forget where it was!"

"So you knew where it was?"

"Nope, I completely forgot." He still smiled as his enthusiasm washed away. "Sorry, I remember everything else though, just not where it is."

Logan sighed and walked over to his bookshelf, eyes searching each one carefully. "That is fine, I suppose. I was the one who wiped your memory, after all."

Thomas sat down on Logan's bed and looked at the bookshelf. "What are you looking for?"

"My journal, I managed to have the foresight to grab it before we left with everything on fire." Logan frowned and started back at the top as he checked the shelves once more. "I was hoping to keep notes along with all of ours as we worked today on your secondary ability."

Thomas hummed and watched Logan take a step back from his bookshelf. "So, you did research on all of this, right?"

"Yeah..." Logan was a bit distracted as he placed a hand on his chin. "I was trying to discover where our powers came from, but it came to a dead end." His eyes flashed a bright gold and all the books shook, slowly flying off of the shelves and into the air. "It seems to be some sort of mutation that affects each of us differently, resulting in different abilities. I didn't have the tools to research why we had the powers we do."

"Well, it works out strangely well, doesn't it?" Logan watched as each book passed in front of his eyes, frowning more and more as he came up empty-handed. "It's almost as if they were formed for each of us individually."

The books suddenly froze, the sound of pages flipping coming to a halt as Logan slowly turned around. His pupils were still ablaze with the golden shine as he stared at Thomas in amazement. "Say that again."

"Say what?"

"That our powers were formed for us and not the other way around. That's... I hadn't thought about that." The books wavered in the air as they threatened to drop where they were. Logan blinked and turned back around, each flying back to the shelves, not in the same order they were taken down. Logan seemed rushed as each shoved itself back onto the bookcase as Logan went to his desk and pulled out blank paper and a pen. "That's so simple, I had completely overlooked it!" He scribbled down onto the paper as quickly as he could. "We are not formed by our abilities, no! They form with each of our personalities and experiences!"

"So, you're saying they became what they are because of the type of person we are?" Thomas stood up and walked over to Logan's desk, keeping his distance just to be safe. "So, you're psychokinesis?"

"It makes sense, I was always into books and learning as a child and my parents always encouraged those behaviors. Enriching my mind with the mutation, it makes sense the way it had formed. When I was four, I started moving things around on accident." Logan wrote down the information he had just shared and looked over at Thomas. "We have to see if this theory proves true. What about Roman?"

Thomas furrowed his brow and leaned away from the desk. "Well, his are very flashy and grabs everyone's attention, just like Roman does when he's acting. Also that electric whip and net he can do? Super creative and flexible."

"It's almost as if he can do with it as he wishes as long as he thinks it." Logan slid into his chair and continued writing as fast as he could. "That works out perfectly for him. Even his secondary ability, it's like it formed to help him in his frivolous crime solving."

"Patton's makes sense too. He seems like the type of guy who would love being around others and helping any way he can." Thomas leaned over the desk once more as Logan started a new section for Patton. "Having the ability to make more of yourself makes it so you don't spread yourself too thin and you'll never be lonely."

"Virgil's also followed this formula. He's an overly cautious person who hates wasting his time. I can see him wishing there was more time in the day so he could laze about and still get work done. All that with his abilities make perfect sense." Logan leaned back from the papers that held his terribly quick paced handwriting. "It all fits. Somehow, this mutation we are born with starts to form once our personalities really take shape. I'm sure if I ask, I can get age ranges for all the others and make a graph with some backup evidence, oh this is rather exciting!" Logan turned to Thomas who was dazed as he stared at the wall across the room. "Thomas, is there an issue?"

"I don't fit then, do I?" He looked down at Logan and sighed, running his hand through his hair. "Taking people's abilities away? That doesn't really make any sense, does it?"

Logan placed his pen down and looked at his notes. "No. I suppose it does not." Looking back up, he adjusted his glasses and turned in his chair. "Let us take a different approach. Perhaps figuring out the type of person you are and see if there is any connection to your abilities that way."

Thomas crossed his arms over his chest and shrugged before nodding. "Alright. Let's give it a try."

Logan took a moment to think before he perked up. "You are a very altruistic person, very kind and forgiving." Thomas looked at Logan and smirked a bit. "You always wish to help those around you, even at the risk of harming yourself. You proved that when you stepped in the way of that creature to save me."

"I know you're just trying to cheer me up." Thomas blushed in embarrassment as he turned away. "You don't have to exaggerate anything just for me."

"Oh, but I'm not. You truly are a kind-hearted person, Thomas." He turned and looked back at Logan, watching the other's smirk fall as Logan blinked in shock. "Very kind... and giving..."

"Logan, you alright?"

Turning back toward his desk, Logan grabbed a blank piece of paper and began writing. "You aren't one to take, so why are your powers the opposite of your normal behaviors? Was it something as a child, perhaps? Or maybe it's..." The pen stopped and he looked up, watching as Thomas grew more concerned. "It's because that's not your primary ability."

"What?" Thomas blinked and shook his head. "Logan, you're not making any sense."

"Of course I am! Think about it!" He turned in his chair to Thomas as he smirked, his eyes shining as he spoke. "Our abilities grow as we use them. Patton started out just making copies and held back for years. Even after moving out on his own, it wasn't until he lived with us that he noticed his empathic abilities!"

"So? I'm still lost."

Logan sighed and rolled his shoulders. "Okay, imagine this." He held up his left-hand pointer finger. "You used your primary ability so much that you grow a secondary ability." Logan held his right-hand pointer finger and held them together. "Then with your secondary ability growing, you met us. We ask you to use and train your abilities but we aren't meeting the requirements for you to use your primary and you use your secondary. Without knowing they were there, you were untrained and could easily misuse it."

Thomas nodded slowly and bit his lip. "I think I get it? You're saying I was using my main abilities and never noticed? How does that happen?"

"Well, what is your ability?"

"I take people's powers away?"

Logan nodded. "Power absorption. What if your primary was similar in the way it only worked with other people with powers?"

Realization finally settled in on Thomas as he let out a gasp in shock. "I can absorb powers all day and it doesn't matter if someone doesn't have any! Logan, that's genius!"

With a smirk, Logan adjusted his glasses. "Oh, trust me, I know."

"Wait, so... what's my primary power?"

Logan turned in his chair once more and wrote a new section for Thomas. "Kind, caring, giving... I believe my assumptions this whole time may be correct." He turned and smiled up at Thomas. "I believe you have the ability of power enhancement."

Thomas paused as his jaw dropped. "Wait, I can make you guys stronger?!" Logan smirked and stood up, almost knocking over his chair in his excitement. "It makes the most sense! Not only can you take, but you can also give! It works both ways, lending your strength where it is needed."

"Holy shmokes." He smiled and started to laugh, spinning around in excitement. "Holy shmokes, that's awesome! I guess if I didn't have powers to enhance I would have been doing it all along!"

"Well, one way to be completely sure."

Thomas turned to Logan and froze as his hand was extended out. Just like that, the excitement Thomas felt vanished as a pit of dread started to form. "A-are you sure? I don't know how it'll work yet."

"Wondering about it won't help, there is only one way to know for sure. We will be careful and cautious, we know how your absorption works so we start there."

Thomas sighed and Logan walked around him, sitting on his bed. "Come on, Thomas. I trust you, we can do this."

Thomas slowly nodded and walked over, sitting on the bed himself. They faced each other as Logan offered his hand once more. "Are you ready?"

"Of course. Whenever you are ready." Thomas reached out and froze. "How do these powers feel to you?"

"Well, I guess..." He clenched his fist and stared at the soft blanket they sat on. "It's like this feeling in my chest and when I tug on it, it starts taking."

"Perhaps if you focus on that and see what works? We will take it slow."

Thomas finally reached out and grabbed Logan's hand before focusing on that feeling. Normally, he pulled on it to get it to work, but this time he let it sit. He felt Logan's grip tighten in support as he zeroed in on the feeling. Slowly focusing, Thomas began to push that feeling as hard as he could, his hand holding Logan's quickly grew warmer and warmer as he did so. A shock ran up his spine and he pulled away, suddenly feeling a bit cold. He rubbed his hands up and down his arms as he looked over at Logan.

The telepath's eyes were lit up, shining between its usual golden glow with a blue hue he had never seen before. Logan blinked and frowned as he watched Thomas closely. "I believe that was working just fine, my hand grew warm instead of cold as it normally does. Why did you pull away?"

"I just, I dunno, got a bit cold. I felt something and pulled back." Logan sighed, obviously disappointed, as he slid off of his bed and to his notes. "I'm sorry, Logan."

"No reason to be." Logan jotted down a few notes and turned in his chair with a smile. "That helped confirm our theory. I'll have to go over everything with the others but I think we figured it out. I shall add these to my previous notes when I find my journal."

Thomas nodded as he felt a shiver quickly run through him. "Oh gosh, sorry! I don't feel that cold, I don't know what's gotten into me."

"Then perhaps a break for lunch and some relaxation is necessary?"

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Logan stared at his bookcase with a frown on his face, his new notes sitting stapled on his bed. No matter how many times he went through it, there was a missing spot where his journal should have been. He had no idea what happened to it but there was evidence it had been placed there when he moved in so he was sure it didn't go very far.

Logan heard the door creak open and turned to exit his room, Roman walking toward his own bedroom across the hall.

"Ah, Roman. Perfect timing, have you seen my journal?"

"Nice to see you too." Roman turned and leaned on the doorframe to his room. "So, how was your day with Thomas?"

"Monumentally successful, but I have a small dilemma. Do you know what happened to my journal? It is no longer on my bookshelf."

"Nope, sorry. I don't enter the nerd zone."

The sound of the front door opening caught Logan's attention as he made his way to the entrance. He entered the room and saw the front door open but no one in sight. "Hello? Patton? Virgil?" When he was met with silence, he huffed and marched over to the door to close it. "Roman!"

It took a moment before the other appeared, fixing his hair. "What is it? Who was that?"

"No one was there. Did you leave the front door open?"

Roman placed his hand on his chest and huffed. "Well, I never! No, I shut it like I always do. Besides, don't you want to hear my good news?"

"Oh? There's good news?"

"I got a job!"

Logan blinked and smiled when Roman threw his hands in the air. "Well, that certainly is good news. Did your theater hire you to help with the finances?"

"No, even better." Roman held up a finder to hold the silence as he waited for dramatic tension. "They suggested I go to the city and after talking a bit and a sudden interview, they hired me to work for the city doing pretty much the same thing!" Roman turned and marched over to his room. "Time to celebrate, there are people who need rescuing!"

"It's still daylight out, isn't it a bit early for you?"

Roman stopped outside his door and turned around. "I just have all this energy and I don't know what to do with it all!"

"Perhaps we shall wait for the others and eat first? Virgil or I could go out with you to be safe like we have previously afterward."

Begrudgingly, Roman agreed and started pacing, trying to kill off some spare energy he had built up to no avail. Logan tried drowning out his complaints over the noise of the faucet as he washed the dishes Roman refused to do and started dinner a bit early. Patton had come home and was excited to hear how the day went, Logan reassuring him that nothing went wrong and no one was hurt. When Virgil had returned home, he seemed just as tired as he had left, dragging his feet over to his chair and sitting down with a huff.

Roman walked over and stood behind him, placing a hand on his shoulders. "Rough day?"

"These new hires are the worst. Showing up late without calling and getting upset when they get in trouble for it. Then trying to give me a sob story like it isn't their fault! I hate being in charge, I hate having to do extra work!"

Roman started rubbing Virgil's shoulders as the other immediately relaxed. "If it's too much work, ask to step down or pass along some of the extra load. You did it for my costume and it's done now, they'll understand." Virgil hummed but made no further comment. "You don't need to push yourself now that I have a job."

Roman stopped as Virgil sat up and looked over his shoulder. "You actually found someone desperate enough?" Roman scoffed and pulled his hands away as Virgil chuckled to himself. "Hey, it worked with me, didn't it?"

Logan had set the table and placed dinner down, the others giving their thanks and not minding at all about the earlier dinner after the long days they all had. Once they were finishing up, Logan perked up and cleared his throat, gaining their attention. "I was hoping I could discuss a discovery today I believe Thomas and I have made. We just need some confirmation."

"Ohh, what is it?" Patton smiled and leaned onto the table eagerly.

"Well, when did these abilities take form for all of you? Was there something that caused it?"

The room grew quiet as they all exchanged glances. Roman was the first to look away and speak up. "I was about four, I was bored and alone since my parents were taking care of Julie since she was just a baby. I was playing make-believe and wanted to be the powerful sorcerer that stopped the evil dragon." Roman frowned and hunched over on himself a bit. "I remember my mother coming in because she heard a noise. I didn't realize what I was doing was wrong or harmful, but she has forgiven me. It was strange, I didn't second guess what I was doing at all. I'm sure they were surprised to see me shooting bolts of lightning from my hands though."

"I was a little older." Virgil looked over at Roman as he spoke. "I don't remember how old I was. Maybe seven? My mother had gotten sick and I didn't get how serious it was until one day she started to collapse." Roman watched back and gave an encouraging smile as he talked. "I sort of freaked out and just wanted it to stop. I didn't want her to fall or get sick or get any worse..." Virgil shrugged and looked away. "I dunno, time was stopped after that and I was stuck like that for a while."

Logan turned to Patton and their eyes met before he let out a sigh. "We moved a bit and I never had many friends or for very long. One day I just wanted someone to be there with me, then suddenly there were two of me. I think I was maybe six?"

Logan nodded and looked around the room. "My story is the same. I was a child trying to reach something they had placed up high so I would not get it. They would do that a lot since I didn't grow until I was much older. Then it just came to me, floating across the room." Logan paused before he grinned. "I think it all makes sense. Thomas theorized that our powers formed for us and not because of us. We unconsciously shaped them the way we wanted them to, not even knowing we had this ability in the first place."

"Wait, so what about Thomas?" Virgil questioned. "He's a nice guy. Unless he was the worst brat on the planet growing up, I don't see his relating."

"I'm sure you have a theory, brainiac, let's hear it."

Logan shot Roman a glare as he spoke. "As a matter of fact, I do. I believe Thomas can also enhance and strengthen our abilities as well."

"Oh, like a give and take." Virgil nodded and stood up from the table. "Makes sense."

"By the way, Virgil, I was hoping you could help me with something tonight?" Virgil picked up his plate and looked at Logan as he turned to the sink. "I believe I have made a system that keeps us in contact with Roman as he goes out. This way I can check to see if he's walking into a trap and you can pull him out if he is. I hoped this would help soothe your anxieties as it would be easier than convincing Roman to stop until we came up with a more permanent solution."

"I don't need babysitting!" Roman watched as all three pairs of eyes landed on him. Standing from his seat, he shot them all glares as he walked to the sink and placed his dishes inside it before walking off. "I'm going to prepare myself to save people and be even more awesome, thank you!"

They shrugged off Roman as he stormed off and chuckled to themselves. Logan informed Virgil of a walkie-talkie system he had figured out, even leaving one with Patton so he could hear what the others were up to if they needed help. Roman wasn't a fan but took one anyway as all three made it out the front door, Roman's costume hiding in a bag he would change into elsewhere so he didn't get caught in the act.

Patton was cleaning up the dishes when he heard the door open and made his way into the living room. "Roman! Did you forget something?"

The man perked up and smiled a bit, holding up a black book in his hands. "Yeah, I uh... I kind of took Logan's diary thing and wanted to put it back so he wouldn't be mad at me."

Patton crossed his arms and gave a disappointed look. "Now Roman, you know taking something that isn't yours is wrong." Roman bowed his head and looked away. "Logan was looking for that earlier to update it with Thomas' info! You should just admit you took it, lying is wrong."

Having perked up a bit, Roman glanced back down at the book with a frown. "I'll talk to him about it, but can I just put this back in his room?"

Patton gave in and sighed, nodding to his roommate who smiled and walked to the back of the apartment toward Logan's bedroom. Patton waited a moment before following, peeking into Logan's room and discovering Roman at the desk, holding a paper in his hands as he read it.

"Roman?" The man in question jumped and spun around, throwing the paperback and smiling. "You shouldn't leave them waiting for you. There are people that need saving, Prince Charging! You should get going."

Patton watched curiously as Roman's eyes lit up and his jaw dropped. "Prince. Yes. Me! Right." He looked down and grabbed the journal before looking around the room and placing it underneath the desk. "There! Now it looks like it just fell kind of..." Roman stood up and walked out of the room, edging away from Patton who watched him. "I'm off now, roomie! I shall return later! The Masked Prince is off!" Roman turned and raced toward the exit, waving goodbye to Patton as quickly as he could, leaving Patton watching on confused, closing Logan's bedroom door in the process.