Big Time Razor's Edge

This story is dedicated to the most brilliant person I know because she beta's my stuff, comments on it and helps me figure out where I'm going and how to get there, especially in this story. Without her, I could not have written this, my first ever BTR fan-fic! Whoo-whoo! So a big shout-out and a huge THANK YOU! to my beta, my consultant (since I know absolutely nothing about psychology...), my friend and my sister, GingerGuardianAngel! *Cue cheers!*

Welcome to BTRE. I'm über-excited about writing this story and I hope you like it, too! So without futher adieu, let's jump right in!

Title: Big Time Razor's Edge

Summary: 'Big Time Rush can't take much more of this... sooner or later, one or all of us are gonna snap.'

Genre: Angst, Drama, Family, Friendship, Hurt/Comfort (Italics are the main genres.)

Rating: T for... oh, you'll find out...

Chapter One -

'Big Time Rush can't take much more of this... sooner or later, one or all of us are gonna snap.'

Those were the words that caused a miracle to occur: Gustavo had given them the rest of the day off... until six o'clock, that is. Still, it was just past one now so those few hours of rest from harmonies and dance practice and just everything was immensely welcome.

James was poolside, listening to music and reading PopTiger, as per usual, and last time he saw Carlos he was trying to pick up a girl with a corn dog in one hand and his helmet in the other-still, at least he wasn't wearing it. As for himself, Jo got of work at three so he had a couple hours to kill before meeting up with her for their date.

Click. The bathroom door closed and locked just as Kendall entered the apartment. His mom was out shopping and Katie was off messing with Bitters, so that only left one person: Logan. He shrugged. He could always take a shower after he got everything ready for his date.

About an hour later, he put the finishing touches on the picnic he'd packed for them. He set the basket next to the blanket on the counter and headed for the bathroom-only to find it still locked. Well, that was weird. Logan didn't usually take very long in the bathroom, not even if he had a date. He knocked on the door.

"Logie? Logan, listen, I've got a date with Jo and it's really hot in L.A. so if I could just take a quick shower, that'd be great..."

He waited for an answer or the click of the lock, anything, but all he was met with was silence. He sighed and plopped down on the couch, leg shaking in anticipation. He stared counting the seconds: One Minnesota, two Minnesota, three Minnesota, four Minnesota... The door opened.

Only it wasn't the bathroom door, it was the front door. Katie walked in intently focused on her Game Boy, not even sparing a glance at her brother. Suddenly, Kendall was struck with inspiration.

"Hey, Katie..."

"No." His sister kept walking.

"What? You don't even know that I was gonna ask you something!"

She sighed and paused mid-stride, still playing her game. "Were you?"

"Well, yes, but..."

"Then the answer's still no. I'm in the middle of level 69 and I still have 12 more levels to beat after this one to finish the game."

Kendall thought for a moment. "If you help me out, I won't tell mom you spent your allowance on a lock-picking kit."

Katie narrowed her eyes and looked up. "Are you blackmailing me?"

"No... I'm just giving you some incentive to help me."

"Been using Logan's word-of-the-day calendar?" She paused her game and put it on the counter. "Fine, what do you want?"

"I need you to pick the lock on the bathroom door."

That was an odd request and Katie face clearly showed it. "Why?"

"Logan's in there and he's taking waaaay too long." She raised an eyebrow at him. "Longer-than-James long." He clarified.

"Fine," She whipped out her new kit and walked towards the bathroom door. "I needed to try it out anyways..."

Kendall joined her as she fiddled with the lock-he checked his watch-for just under a minute. Mom was right, he thought. she does watch too much FOX.

Kendall smirked as she grabbed her game and left. "Thank you, Katie." He sing-songed.

"Whatever."

He turned back to the door; it was time to find out what Logan was up to. He grabbed the knob and tried calling to him one last time.

"Logan? It's me, Kendall... I'm coming in, alright?"

There was still no answer.

He sighed and turned the knob, now officially half afraid at what he might find on the other side.

But he couldn't have prepared himself for what he saw when he swung open the door.

At first he thought his mind was playing tricks on him; Logan wasn't even in the bathroom. But then he spied something glinting near the toilet and the edge of a shoe sole. He took the few steps into the bathroom and saw that Logan had somehow managed to wedge himself between the toilet and the bathtub in such a way that he was nearly invisible.

But what had his stomach plummeting was the scared deer-caught-in-headlights look on Logan's face and the fact that one arm was thrown over the edge of the bathtub, fingers limp as they and his wrist cried out red tears.

Well, that and the realization that the object that he'd seen by Logan's shoe was a black razor and the "glinting" was blood.

A/N: Well, I did warn you it was rated T for a reason, which you now know.

Chapter two will be up in two weeks, give or take a few days because of life-stuff...

In the meantime... I'd love to know what you think! *hint, hint*