A Second Chance

Pairing: Jarlos/Kenlos

Rating: M

Status: In Progress

Warning: Swearing, slash, sexual content

POV: third person

Summary: A/U. Carlos and James were best friends/secret lovers until a fight tore them apart. It's been almost 5 years since the two last spoke to each other when James receives the phone call that could change everything. Carlos is in the hospital, the last 7 years completely erased from his memory and the only person he is asking for is James. Can James forget about the last 5 years to be there for Carlos or will he stay away for good? Jarlos/Kenlos/ possible Kogan

Disclaimer: I do not own any member of BTR

Author Note: I started to write this story as a McFly, but never finished it. There are nine chapters written so far, so if you guys like it, I'll finish it! Tell me what you think!

Chapter 1: Bail Out

Logan trudged down the long familiar dimly lit corridor, keys jingling at his side. He yawned, exhausted from the early hours, rubbing his face to wake himself up. Men jeered at him from behind their cages while a room full of promiscuous women called out for his attention. He ignored them all and continued on down the line, until he reached the end.

He sighed at the sight of perfectly styled auburn locks rested against the cold metal bars as soft snores rang from their occupant. Frustrated, Logan reached in and yanked hard, causing the brunette on the other side to spring awake in surprise.

"Logan!" the brunette exclaimed happily. "You made it! I was beginning to think you would leave me here," he hiccupped, a huge grin on his face as he pressed his scruffy face in between two of the iron bars.

"I should leave you here a while," Logan spat, the annoyance clear in his voice, "Maybe it would straighten you out a bit, James!"

"What are you talking about, mate?" James hiccupped again, reaching his arm through the bars to pat his friend on the shoulder, "I'm as straight as a line!"

"Sure you are," Logan mumbled, fumbling through the keys in search of the right one.

"Where's your escort?" James giggled looking around, "Are you part of the bacon squad now?"

"The police have decided they have better things to do than bring me down here to fetch you. I could walk down here blindfolded. They leant me their keys to drag you're ass out of here," Logan explained, swearing under his breath as he tried key number three.

"It's the shinny one." James pointed to the one on the end.

Logan glowered at him before trying it, relieved when it worked, "C'mon. Let's get you home and into the shower! You reek!"

XxXxXx

"Three times, James!" Logan trudged back and forth through the kitchen, his voice loud, knowing that it wasn't helping the headache his best friend was currently dealing with so early in the morning. "Three times in less than two weeks! Are you trying to get yourself killed?"

"Logan, stop yelling. It hurts." James' voice was muffled into the table as he held his arms over his head trying to block out the noise. "Can I have some Advil now?" he whined. Hangovers were a bitch.

Logan sighed, giving in. He knew it was no use. He had been fighting with the younger boy for years now. It was a never-ending battle. The same thing happened every time around this time of the year. Luckily it only lasted for a few weeks.

"Here!" he groaned, throwing the bottle of over the counter pain pills at the brunette.

James looked up with a grin. "Have I ever told you that you're my best friend?"

Logan huffed, shaking his head as he walked out of the room, walking back a second later with a pamphlet in his hand, "There's a meeting tonight at the church down the road. You promised you would go."

"A.A. is for quitters." James chuckled, throwing three pills into the back of his mouth before guzzling down half a glass of water. "Besides, I don't have a problem. I can stop at any time."

"Prove it!" Logan challenged.

"I need a new best friend."

"Correction! I need a new best friend!"

"You wouldn't leave me." James pointed out.

Logan shook his head, unable to argue. "Don't hold your breath!"

"You love me!"

"You wouldn't survive without me."

"You'd miss me too much!"

"No one else wants the job!" James frowned at this last statement. As far as he was concerned, it was true. "Awe, Jay, C'mon. You know I'm just messing with you! I would never abandon you. You know I could never-"

James cut him off, knowing where the conversation was going. "It's alright, Logan. I know you wouldn't leave me."

"If I did who would bail you're sorry ass out of jail?"

"If you did, who would let you live with them in such an awesome house, free of charge?"

"Touché! Now get your drunk ass up and get ready for work. We're going to be late!" Logan slapped him on the back, urging him to his feet.

"Tell me again why I have to be there the same time as you? I am your boss."

"Yes, but as of last night, you no longer have a valid driver's license, now get up or I'm leaving you home. Alone!"

XxXx

"Logan!" James cried out through the intercom, pushing the button repeatedly. "Logan I need you!" he whined like a child.

Logan groaned, rolling his eyes as he opened the door to his best friend's office, "What is it now, Jay? I'm trying to work here."

"Is it time to leave yet?"

Logan stared at him in disbelief, "You called me in here for that?" James nodded as he spun himself around in his chair his eyes focused on a single wet stain on the ceiling tile above his head. "James, it's eleven o'clock in the morning. We got here two hours ago! Do you really think its time to leave yet?"

James stopped spinning, glancing down at his watch as he contemplated the answer, "You're right Logan," he jumped to his feet abruptly, spinning his jacket over his shoulders, "But it is lunchtime! Let's go!" he grabbed his friend's arm and dragged out of the stuffy office.

Logan sighed, knowing it was no use to fight with him. He had given up years ago when he had first come to work for James at the firm. He was assigned to the young CEO as his personal assistant. He had started off as an intern, working his way through college and after James' first four assistants had up and quit, James had personally requested Logan for the job.

Logan had to admit he wasn't fond of the young entrepreneur at first. After all, no one wants the burden of having to deal with the boss' son, the future heir to the cosmetics empire. James was straight out of high school, barely eighteen when his mother through him into the business. From what Logan had heard, the young Mr. Diamond was a spoiled, selfish, prat who got through life ridding on the fame of the family name, but what Logan soon came to realize, there was a completely different side of James Diamond that no one, but he would get to see.

It had happened just after three months of Logan being on his services. Up until then, James had lived up to his reputation, but all that changed that fall just after James had started working. It started out with silence, which was odd. Usually James was barking demands all day at Logan. After a week of sitting at his desk with nothing to do, Logan got up the courage to knock on the young Diamond's door, but before he could, he heard the sound of cries coming from in the office. Being the kind and caring person he was brought up to be, Logan knocked gently, ignoring James' warnings to back off before he burst through the door and refused to leave before finding out what was wrong.

After some time and lots of encouraging, James finally broke down and explained everything to Logan. He told him how he had been in love. So much in love that he had been planning to propose after graduation only they never even made it to homecoming. An awful fight had torn them apart. If that wasn't bad enough, two weeks later, James had learned that his best friend, who had insisted on helping him get his love back, had gone behind his back and was now dating that very same love.

James was heartbroken. It was the one-year anniversary since the break up, and that was why James was acting so strange. Wanting to make him feel better, Logan had invited him out for a drink after work hoping it would loosen him up and make him forget about his ex. The problem was, it worked so well that every year since, around the same time, Logan would find James drowning his sorrows in alcohol and the bad choices that came with it.

Because he was the one who encouraged James to let loose all those years ago, Logan found himself responsible for James and took care of in his time of need. The following year when Logan found himself in his own hardships, especially in the financial area, James was there to repay the favor, allowing the older man to live with him. They became not only best friends, but a team. They needed each other, even though at the moment it would appear that James needed Logan more than the other way around, at the end of the day, Logan needed him just as much.

"The café three blocks down or the tavern across the street?" Logan asked with a grin, already knowing in his mind it would be a short walk.

"I'm in the mood for peanuts," James smiled back picking up his keys and phone, shoving them into his pocket only to pull them back out as his cell began to vibrate. He turned the phone over in his hand, his hazel eyes going wide as he stared at the incoming number that appeared on the screen.

"Jay? You alright?" Logan asked confused. "You going to answer it?"

James was silent his face pale as he accepted the call and slowly brought it to his ear. Sweat formed on his brow and his hand shook as he opened his mouth to speak. When sound came out, it was shaky, quiet and a single word, "Carlos?"

Author Note: Should I Continue?