Nickle: Okay, so this is my first story so cut me some slack. My cousin Jen is making me write it, so yeah-
Jen: BTR ROCKS! I 3 LOGAN!
Nickle:...okay. Anywho, I don't own BTR. If I did then I would most definately not be on writing about it, and it wouldn't be allowed on Nickelodeon, lol.
-Prologue-
"Don't let go-don't let go-don't let go!" Four year old Logan Mitchell panicked, clinging to his father.
"I won't let you fall, but if you want to learn to skate you have to trust me." Mr. Mitchell responded, chuckling.
Logan shakily let go of his leg and stepped onto the ice. He began to fall backwards, but his father quickly caught him and smiled. The dark haired boy smiled back before brushing his dad's hands off of his shoulders and pushing away from him.
"Logan! You're doing great!" He cheered as his son took slow strides toward the middle. Across the rink another boy his age with long brown hair fell and started crying.
Logan darted across the pond towards the sobbing child and realized too late that he didn't know how to stop. He turned sharply as to not hit the other kid and landed in a snow bank.
"Mommy!" The brown haired kid wailed, and Logan quickly unburied himself and made his way to him.
"What hurts? Are you okay?" He asked, eyebrows knitted in concern.
"My-my leg I fell on it!" James Diamond's cries slowed though, until he was simply sniffling. "My name is James."
"My name is-"
"JAMES! James are you alright!" Mrs. Diamond fussed, running clumsily across the ice.
James looked down at his leg and smiled. "I'm okay now, Mommy."
"Logan, are you okay? You need to learn how to stop." His dad laughed, brushing some of the snow out of his spikey dark hair.
Logan nodded and turned to James. "I'm Logan. I'm four."
"I'm four, too! Want to be friends?" He asked, smiling.
"Yeah!"
They skated away, holding hands so that they wouldn't fall, and the adults watched, smiling.
Kendall Knight was skating around the pond, when he saw his neighbor, Logan. He skated over to the two and smiled.
"Hi, Logan." He greeted.
"Hi, Kendall. This is James." Logan said, gesturing to the brown haired boy.
He smiled brightly and shook hands with Kendall the way he'd seen his dad. "Hi, Kendall. Logan and I are going to be best friends, want to be best friends with us?"
"Yeah! Can we be friends with Carlos, too?" He asked, glancing towards the Latino boy skating carelessly at the other side of the pond.
"Sure!"
They skated for almost an hour when Logan coughed. He had had asthma since birth; bad asthma. It had already nearly taken his life twice, and he wasn't even in Kindergarten yet.
"Logie?" Kendall asked, because Logan didn't look like he felt very good. They had already made nicknames for eachother, Carlitos, Kendie, Jamie, and Logie.
Logan was breathing hard, and his chest felt tight, but he smiled anyway and said, "I'm fine. I have to go, bye you guys."
They waved by and watched him skate over to his dad. Thinking nothing of it, they began a game of tag and raced around the pond laughing.
Mr. Mitchell was talking to Mrs. Diamond, and had his back turned to Logan when he skated up.
He tugged on the back of his jacket and he turned around. "Logan, I'm..." He trailed off when he saw his son's pale face and heard his ragged breathing.
"I'm sorry, I have to go, Logan has really bad asthma. I need to get him home, it was nice talking to you." He said quickly, picking up Logan and running to the car.
Logan fell into a coughing fit and Mr. Mitchell dug in his pockets for his son's inhaler. He found it and quickly gave it to Logan who held it to his mouth and pushed down on the canister.
Mr. Mitchell started up the car and quickly drove home, while keeping an eye on Logan who still seemed to be having a hard time breathing.
"Logan, use it one more time, okay?"
He nodded and obeyed wordlessly. Once they were home he carried his exhausted son inside and set him on the couch. He was asleep within minutes and he sighed. We have to do something about this...
Logan, now five years old, stared at his mother with pleading eyes. The inhaler in his pocket suddenly seemed to get heavier, weighing him down.
"Honey...I don't think you ca-I know you can but I don't think you should...I mean...your asthma-"
"Lots of people play hockey with asthma." Logan interruptied. He hated it, he wasn't allowed to play outside in the winter with Kendall, James, and Carlos, he wasn't allowed to ice skate with them, he wasn't allowed to run long distances, swim, have any pets...the list seemed to go on forever.
Mr. and Mrs. Mitchell hated to keep their son in such a restricted life-style, but it was that or have the possibility of losing him forever.
"Logie, those people don't have it as bad as you do." She retorted, running a hand through her thick black hair.
"You don't know that." He pouted.
She sighed and picked up the phone. As she dialed, Logan stared at her in confusion, but there was a spark of hope in his eyes.
"Doctor Roberts' office, Jenna speaking, how can I help you?" A voice asked in an overly peppy tone.
"Hello, is Doctor Roberts in?" She asked.
"May I ask who is calling?"
"Mrs. Mitchell."
"Thank you, please hold."
After a few minutes Doctor Roberts picked up. "Mrs. Mitchell, is everything alright?"
"Yes, but Logan really wants to play hockey, and his life is so...confined. His three best friends are joining the team, and he is a really good skater, so I was wondering, is there anyway to let him join?" She absentmindedly began to pace and Logan followed her, staring at the phone as if he could make the person on the other line say 'Yes.'
"I've been thinking about that, actually. If we put him on a higher medication, then maybe-"
"What do you mean?" She interrupted.
"He would have a higher prescription prevention inhaler that he would have to take every morning, every night, and before going into the rink. And he'd have to have his rescue inhaler with him-at the rink-at all times. You'd also have to make sure he knows how to detect the symptoms, and that he is responsible enough to stop playing and take his rescue inhaler if it gets bad." The Doctor explained.
"Oh, okay." She replied, nodding, and Logan smiled brightly.
"Come in tomorrow and we'll make sure he's okay to do this-but don't worry, I can assure you that he will be."
Nickle: Okay, just to clarify-because Jen's making me-Logan went to the doctor and got his higher medications and joined the hockey team with his friends.
Jen: I'm only making her 'clarify' because some stories aren't based off of the show, and maybe he hadn't been able to join the hockey game. Anyway, Nick is the one writing this for me, so thank you thank you thank you Nikki!
Nickle: It's Nickle. Not Nikki. Just saying. Please review :)