Heyo, nice, that you are here. I hope you like the story.

Note: The band doesn't exist, but the characters from the series come, but with other family names.

Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I don't own any rights to Big Time Rush and I don't want to make money here.

Prologue

Carlos snored loudly. As long as a pillow hit him hard on the head. Startled, he jumped up and pushed his head. "Ouch!" He heard a laugh and looked at the other side of the room. There was his brother Logan and grinned at him. "Come on, Carlitos, get up. You know what Dad promised us today."

Carlos needed a moment to wake up, then he grinned. "Right, good. I'm the first in the bath." He jumped from the bed and ran past his brother into the hallway. Logan followed him, laughing.

When they were done, they went downstairs. Jeffrey Henderson smiled at the two of them. "So guys, ready for the day?"

"Yes sir," the two said in chorus. Then his wife Sylvia entered the kitchen. "I see how excited you are, but none of you go out of the house before you has breakfast."

"Mom!," the boys moaned annoyed.

At last it was time. The day could start. Ice hockey, eating hot dogs and watching the football game at the stadium. But shortly after the half-time Carlos announced that he felt bad.

"I told you not to eat so many hot dogs," Sylvia said worried. Carlos groaned. Logan looked at his dad. "We don't have to go home now, right?"

Jeffrey thought. He knew how much his son loved football. "How about Sylvia when you bring Carlos home and Logan and I look the game first? You can also take the car."

Carlos was in favor. He didn't like football so much. Sylvia nodded. "Okay, but we'd rather go on foot. Movement and fresh air are good for Carlos."

The game was over and Logan and his dad went enthusiastically to their car. Her team had won. However, the game was extended a few minutes and in the meantime it was already a bit late. Logan sat down on the passenger seat. He was tired, but couldn't stop discuss the game with his dad. After a while, however, his head tilted to the side and he closed his eyes.

Logan didn't know whether he had slept or not, at any rate a loud bang suddenly sounded and he opened his eyes in fright. He looked anxiously at his father. "Dad, what was that?"

"I don't know, I can't see anything."

Logan tried to see through the darkness. Suddenly another vehicle drove towards them. It drove very quickly and the road was small. "Damn!," Jeffrey cursed loudly. "What is the idiot doing? Is he insane?"

The vehicle didn't stop.

"Dad, it's coming towards us!" Logan panicked.

"Don't panic, my son. That'll work out." Jeffrey tried to calm Logan, but it didn't work. Maybe because he knew it was hopeless. The road was too small.

"Dad..."

"Logan, duck!"

"But..."

"Do what I say! Come on!"

Logan did it. In just this moment the other vehicle crashed into them. A deafening bang sounded, glass rattled and cracked. The car turned, tilted away to the side. A new bang and then... suddenly everything was quiet. Logan groaned. "Dad...?"

No Answer. Logan coughed. "Dad?"

Nothing. Somehow Logan managed to turn his head to the side. He screamed in horror. His father... he didn't move, he was full of blood and shards. And his head looked very strange... As if his neck...

"No! No!," Logan shouted. Tears came into his eyes. "Dad! No!" Logan wanted to get up, wanted to go to his father, he wanted to help him... He couldn't... His legs... Logan couldn't feel them anymore! This was the last thing he noticed before he became unconscious...