I decided to write a serious BTR fanfic. I just wanted to see what type of response this would get.

The hot LA air seemed to barely dissipate as Jennifer Knight opened the door to her apartment. She frowned; her daughter was supposed to turn on the air conditioning when she returned home. It was the first time she allowed her daughter to return home by herself from her capoeira class; it was only a block away. Her son and his friends were at the recording studio down the street, preparing for their next album. A writer was supposed to be there today.

She down the groceries on the counter and opened the fridge as she called for her daughter. "Katie! Come help me with the groceries, honey!" There was no answer. Jen frowned. "Katie!"

Still no answer.

Jen left the kitchen and walked down the hallway to her daughter's room. She pulled open the door. Katie's bed was still neatly made as she had left it this morning. Her satchel was nowhere to be seen-so it must be with Katie. She had never returned home.

Jen swallowed. She checked the rest of the rooms in the apartment before leaving the apartment, hoping to find her daughter at the pool or in the lobby so that the feeling of ominous dread would stop following her.

"Mr. Bitters? Have you seen-"

"Neither of your demon children have terrorized my hotel since Katie's shark-in-the-pool prank during the adult swim last week, if you remember, Ms. Knight." The big man said without turning around. Jen rolled her eyes, but turned and left. Where could she be?

She walked outside, trying to give off a casual air of strolling through the summer heat. Her eyes swept across the yard where children sat, enjoying the finally-summer feeling of no schoolwork or teachers for three glorious months. Katie was not among them.

Jen circled the building twice before turning back to the hotel. She pulled out her phone and cursed- why hadn't she just called the cell phone that Katie had received for her thirteenth birthday?

She hit the second name on her speeddial and waited.

"Hi, you've reached Katie. I can't take your call right now, so leave your name and number and I'll get back to you if I like you. Bye!"

"Katie, honey, it's Mom. Call me when you get this, okay? You were supposed to be home an hour ago and I can't not know where you are. Call me or your brother, okay?"

Katie was required to turn her phone off during the capoeira practices, but her instructor left his phone on. Kids often complained about the hypocrisy of that, but Katie would always roll her eyes at the kids who did.

Jen searched through her contacts until she found Katie's teacher's number. She waited patiently as it rang.

"Hello?" his slow, patient voice rang.

"Hi, Mr. Stevens, this is Jen Knight, Katie's mom. Is Katie with you?"

"Ah, no, she's not. She left an hour ago like everybody else."

Jen felt her blood run cold. She tried to shake off the feeling, cursing herself for being too motherly. "Okay, it's just that she hasn't come home, and I thought…"

"I understand. Katie's a smart girl, I'm sure she's taking care of something."

Jen smiled a bit. "I hope so," she said quietly.

"Maybe she's with your son? She talks non-stop about him."

Jen's heart lifted. Of course- that's where Katie's must be. With Kendall.

She bid the man goodbye and pulled her son' s number up on her phone, the froze. What if she wasn't with Kendall? Kendall would know that something's up.

She took a deep breath and hit the call button.

"Hey Mom!" Her son's cheerful voice greeted her. Jen bit her lip. "Honey, how's recording going?"

"Ah, pretty good. What's up?"

"Kendall, is Katie with you?"

There was a slight pause. "No, why?"

Jen's blood ran completely cold for the second time that day. "Honey…I don't know where she is."

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