Save Me

A/N Hey guys this is my first fanfic so…enjoy! I don't own Big Time Rush but I wish I did ;)

Chapter 1

Logan Mitchell hated work. Since he never became a doctor like he wanted he decided to get a job and try to pay for college to try again. But he had to walk to work EVERY single day. On rare occasion his co worker would pick him up but his co worker currently lost his car to an accident. He has a new life now…in the unemployment line. So Logan enjoyed those days while they lasted. The walk however was a mile long and he never called a cab because they would beg for tips the whole ride. But he got paid really well so he'd be quitting his job in no time. Or at least he hoped.

He wasn't the type to take short cuts but on this particular day decided to try it. It was through an alley though and Logan hated alleys with a capital H. But hey what's the worst that could happen in an alley that's full of trash, smells, animals and possible serial killers right?

Logan cautiously proceeded through the alley. The smell of rotten garbage and spray paint hit him almost immediately. He scowled at the smell but he kept calm and carried on. It wasn't long before he stumbled on something, something fleshy. He fell onto his hands and knees with a thud and a splash. Great he thought giving a look of disgust. His hand landed in something that smelled sour and fishy. He got up brushing off his clothes, after looking what he had tripped on.

It was a boy about seventeen or eighteen. He looked up with big, green eyes giving a look of sheer terror. His blond hair was matted over his face and he wore a black t-shirt with black sweatpants to match. He slowly started to crawl away. "Wait." Logan said stopping him with his dripping hands. The boy stopped immediately. "What's your name?" he asked.

The boy just continued to stare. "Can you talk?" Logan tried softly. He approached him and the boy stayed still and continued to stare. He made a talking motion with his hand as one might do to imitate their wife talking about feelings. The boy shook his head. He pointed to his ears and shook his head back and forth. Logan knew he couldn't hear either. It was a good thing he could see he thought politely to himself.

He racked his brains for answers. What happened to him, is it selective muteness or what and should I bring him home? He knew he couldn't leave the boy in the alley by himself but at the same time he couldn't just bring a dirty boy to his house right?

Logan decided to go with his gut he decided to bring the boy home he'd just have to call in sick at work. He made a "come on" motion with his hands and the boy hesitantly but slowly got up. He was tall and thin and barefoot and he hugged his body with his hands. Logan inspected the boy's body which was covered in dirt and mosquito bites. Logan felt his heart break. He desperately wanted to know the boy's story but knew that he wouldn't open up to him on the first day. He started to walk and the boy just looked on until Logan turned around and made the "follow me" motion. He slowly started to walk across the wet alley floor following Logan.

*****************TIME CHANGE******************************************************

When Logan finally made it home he made the boy sit down while he looked up sign language to possibly get the boy's name. He stared blankly at the computer while Logan looked. He failed horribly so he just looked up a video on YouTube and showed the boy the screen. He gave Kendall a piece of paper and a pencil to try. He gave an encouraging smile as he messily scribbled on the paper. It said "Kendall." Logan was ecstatic at least he knew how to write. Maybe they would just pass notes instead of sign language. Suddenly Kendall's stomach growled. Kendall looked at his stomach. He looked up expectantly at Logan who rushed to the fridge and gave him two granola bars, a soda and an apple. He would have to wait a little longer for dinner. He gave it to Logan as if to say "open it." So Logan opened the granola bar and handed it to Kendall who looked at it, then at Logan and took a bite. He looked at Logan again and smiled. Logan smiled back. Maybe this won't be so bad after all he thought.

After Kendall finished with his granola bar he looked at the soda. He handed it to Logan who again opened the drink. When Kendall took a sip he smiled again and downed it. After he finished he burped…like really loud. Logan stood there in shock then he started laughing. Kendall grinned sheepishly and giggled. It was the cutest thing Logan has ever heard.

Logan passed him a note. It said 'bath'. After a brief moment Kendall pouted. He crossed his arms and shook his head. 'You have to.' Logan wrote. He tried his hardest to pout but honestly he needed a bath. He scribbled something messy to Logan it said 'fine.' Logan smiled he had the writing of a five year old but it was cute and at least he knew how to read.

Kendall stood in front of the tub. I'll leave you alone said Logan stepping out.

*******ANOTHER TIME BREAK ;)*******************************************************

After Kendall got out of the shower he went to Logan. He handed him the dirty clothes and Logan dumped them in the trash. They were ripped and smelled like sewer water. He gave Kendall a big loose shirt and boxers and another pair of black sweatpants. Kendall messily put on his shirt and underwear and pants. When he finished he sat on the floor and laid down. He was planning to go to sleep. Logan woke him up though and Kendall frowned deeply. Logan pointed to the guest room across from his room and Kendall stood up. He walked to the room and his eyes widened in wonder. He sat on the bed and laid down giving Logan a questioning look. Logan nodded. He walked over and put the blanket up to Kendall's chin. He waited until Kendall went to sleep. He looked so peaceful and so childish when he was asleep, the way he curled up and shifted in contentment after Kendall fell asleep he shut the light and the door and tip toed out.

Logan decided to get started on cooking. He would cook…macaroni and cheese for the night. He grinned. He loved making macaroni and cheese, it was just so good. He only hoped Kendall thought the same thing when he woke up. Logan looked at the clock and it was already five p.m. he was just starting to put the cheese in when he heard a copious amount of shuffling. He put the stove temperature a little lower to go see if everything was okay.

When he got into the guest room everything was certainly not okay. Kendall was flailing helplessly in the bed he was reaching out everywhere and it looked like he was going to cry. Logan ran over to him. He wrapped his arms around him and rubbed his back since he couldn't say anything comforting. He calmed a bit and melted into the embrace. He sniffled and cried but no sound came out. He clung onto Logan for dear life. 'He must trust me an awful lot if he's okay with me holding him.' Logan thought. They stayed like that for ten or so minutes. When Logan decided to get up Kendall made a whine in his throat and held out his arms like a kid who wanted to be carried. Logan hesitated. He finally gave in and picked Kendall up he carried him into the living room and plopped him on the couch. Kendall grinned and Logan laughed back in return. He went back to the Macaroni. I like him Logan thought. But inside something was telling him he shouldn't get attached.