Lost In Rome
Disclaimer: I don't own Big Time Rush or anything that is related to the show or anything that is related to real life.
I came up with this story a couple months ago and for a while now I've put it off because I had trouble with the romance, so I started another story called "Take a Chance in Love" asking for help. But after thinking this story over a million times now, I realize that should post it because it has a really good introduction, a possibly understandable story line, and I have the ending too. Just...the process of writing it might take me a long time (sorry).
I'll like to dedicate this to my best fanfic buddy xxxkia who is an AMAZING WRITER because she always helps me with my crappy writing, encourages me to write, and bombards me with her writing which always conflicts with my Jagan feels (I really need new fanfic buddies to talk to...). So thank you xxxkia.
Happy Reading :)
"What's the situation up there?" a man in a black suit asks into his microphone as he pushes his shades up his nose. He looks up at the building, staring straight at a certain window as he sees the light coming from that certain apartment has just been turned off.
"The sparrow has left the nest sir," another man in a black suit replies as he watches a brunette walk out of his apartment, locking the door and heads for the elevator. The black suit man backs around a corner and slips into the shadows as the brunette enters the elevator, and the doors slowly closes shut. He waits until the elevator has gone down to the next floor before speaking into his microphone again.
"The sparrow is heading to the lobby, the eagle may proceed with the plan," he says, eyes darting around before putting on his shades and heading towards the stairs, disappearing behind the doorway.
"Roger that," the man outside the building says, turning around and knocks on the window of a black BMW.
"Sir, you may proceed with the plan now," he reports, and the figure nods, looking towards the building, just in time to see a brunette walk out of the building towards his car, reviving it before driving off. A sly smile forms on the man's face as he pulls a pair of shades over his beautiful chocolate brown eyes. He grabs his earpiece and microphone, waving a hand at the black suited men standing around the car.
"Stay here," the man commands, before making his way towards the building, up the elevator and steps out onto the second floor.
"Sir, are you ok up there?" a voice booms from the earpiece situate in the short man's ear.
"Everything is fine William, just keep an eye if he comes back all of a sudden…but I doubt that," he replies as he looks around to see if anyone is lingering at the hallway. When he is sure no one is around, he makes his way towards the door that says 2J.
He looks at the door for a moment, before pressing his ear on the door, and listening if there is any sound coming from within. You can never be too safe is what his father always taught him.
He listens for a moment, smiling when he hears nothing, and he looks up and down the hall, checking the ceiling and the floor, before slowly bending down and lifting a pot plant up. He smirks when he finds a key underneath it, and picks it up before jamming the key into the keyhole of apartment 2J. He chuckles when he hears the lock click open.
For someone who's a genius, you have a terrible hiding place for keys.
He slowly turns the doorknob and allows himself inside the dark apartment, swinging the door close behind him. His hand runs along the wall, feeling the bumpy wallpaper as his fingers search for the light switch. He leans forward and back, arm stretching up and down when finally; his fingers flick the lights on, his eyes blinking rapidly at the sudden brightness.
"Alright! Let's get down to business!" the man whispers with excitement, eyes darting around, taking in his surroundings. He strolls towards the bedroom, causally opening the closet, and reaches for a suitcase. He starts shoving clothes in, starting with shirts, then pants, socks then boxers. Deeming that the amount of clothes is enough, he starts moving towards the bathroom, and with one arm, swipes everything into the suitcase. He proceeds on, looking through cabinets and drawers, searching for random things and stuffing them into the suitcase as well. Once he believes he has packed everything, he closes the suitcase shut, and drags the huge bag towards the doorway. He is just about to flick the lights off, when his phone rings, startling the man, who jumps a few feet in the air and landing on his bottom. He rummages through his jacket pocket, locating his phone, and quickly answering it.
"Hello?" the man squeaks, breath hitch in his throat, as he waits for an answer.
"Hello? Babe, you ok? You sound like you just had a heart attack!" a concern voice answers. Relief washes over the man, letting out a deep sigh, as he gets up and walks towards the kitchen to pour himself a glass of cold water. An instant calmness washes over him as the cold water hits his throat.
"I'm fine, but you scared me though, why did you call?" the man asks before taking another sip of water.
"Sorry, I just thought that I should give you a call, see if you are doing ok."
"Everything is going as planned, ok? Babe, you sure this will help him?"
"I'm sure about this. He's our best friend; I want him to be happy, just like how you and I are going to be."
"Yeah, but this plan we are brewing, he might not take it that well."
"Honey, are you backing out on this? Leaving him all miserable, and lonely, with 100 cats when he's old?"
"I don't see how this will help him get all happy, sweet, and in love."
"It will. Besides, it's the experience that we want him to have. Now are you going to get him on board or not?"
"Alright, whatever you say. You always come up with the plans."
"And you always support my plans."
"Yeah I know."
"So are you ready?"
"Yeah, I'm ready. He won't even know what hit him!" The man laughs, thinking of how his friend will react to this situation he is putting him in.
"Wait, don't get too excited! You have to act like you don't know anything!" the voice calls, a sudden panic coming through the speaker.
"Don't worry, I've got this. Oh it's time."
"Alright, I miss you."
"I miss you too. I'll see you soon?"
"Yeah, you'll see me really soon. I love you. Bye."
"Love you too. Bye," the man replies, hanging up his phone before grabbing the suitcase. He stops at the door, taking a long look at a picture of two smiling brunettes hanging on the wall. In the picture, the shorter brunette looks so happy, eyes partially open due to his huge smile, as he hugs tightly at the taller brunette, who is currently planting a kiss on his temple. The man sighs as his index finger runs over the taller brunette, his eyes watering slightly.
"I don't know what happened to you, but you broke his heart. So please wherever you are, please pray for us that this plan will work, let him have his happiness."
He takes one last look at the shorter brunette, emotions overwhelming him as he takes a deep breath before walking out of the apartment. He steadily makes his way towards the elevator and steps inside.
"Alright, we're done." The head doctor announces, putting down his surgery clamp and knife. Logan Mitchell releases a heavy sigh of relief, having just finished an extensively complex operation with several other doctors. He gives a nod to one of the nurses, who slowly pushes the patient back to her room.
Tiredly, Logan moves towards another room, where he quickly washes up and undresses his surgery gear. He still needs to talk to the patient's family, notifying them about their daughter's condition. He takes a look at the mirror, groaning when he sees his reflection. Blood shot red eyes stare back at him, as he touches the bags hanging under them. His mouth hangs slightly as if it doesn't have the energy to close, and his hair is press back, glistening slightly with sweat. He is anything but a mess. He quickly splashes some cold water on his face, wiping it furiously with a cloth to bring some rosy colour to his cheeks. He swiftly combs his hair with his fingers until he sees what he likes before stepping out of the operation room and walks towards the room where the patient's family is waiting.
"Logan Mitchell!" A voice calls behind him, stopping the black-haired man's tracks. He turns around to see who is calling him, but sees doctors and nurses walk around, all heading in different directions, none of them seem to have called him. His eyebrows furrow, and he shakes his head as he continues his way.
"HORTENSE LOGAN MITCHELL!" The voice screams again, and this time Logan chooses to ignore it, quickening his pace. Whoever it is, Logan is too tired to deal with right now, having suddenly be called in at night to help out on an emergency operation, is not how Logan wanted to spend his Sunday night. However, Logan doesn't get too far, when something heavy lands on his back, and he falls down flat on the floor.
"Ow…," both Logan and the object whine as Logan struggles to push whatever it is off his back. He twists and turns, even tries flipping onto his back, but the thing just won't get off of him.
"Oh! Haha Logie stop it," the thing says, pinching Logan's cheeks. Logan mentally slaps himself when he realizes who it is.
"Carlos! What are you doing here? And more importantly, why are you on my back!" Logan shouts, arms flaunting around as he kicks his feet, struggling to remove Carlos from his back.
"Hortense Logan Mitchell! Don't you remember! You have a trip to go to!" Carlos says, getting off Logan's back and standing up.
"What are you talking about Carlos? And STOP saying my full name," Logan asks, getting up and brushing himself off.
"Don't you remember? You promise you will accompany me to see Kendall in London!" Carlos replies, grabbing Logan's arm and dragging him towards the exit.
"Wait, it's today? I thought the trip was tomorrow," Logan asks and furrows his eyebrows as he follows Carlos towards the exit, mentally raking through his brain to remember if he agreed to this, then he notices the time on his watch. Damn, the operation lasted for so long, tomorrow is today!
"Carlos, wait, you can't just drag me away before I properly finishing my job! Can't you just go on the next flight?" Logan complains, stopping in his tracks, and swinging Carlos to face him.
"But I want to see Kendall!" Carlos whines, giving Logan a sad look before turning around and dragging Logan out the exit.
"Wait. Why are we flying to London now? We can just take Kendall's private jet and fly there whenever we want," Logan questions, as he stumbles after Carlos.
"NO! I want to surprise him. He's been stressing out on all the wedding preparations because I said I want to have a wedding in London, and oh my gosh, he is so sweet. He said he has it all planned out and all I have to do is just appear and be surprised! But I don't want my Kenny- poo to handle everything without me. Anyways, the plane is waiting for us!" Carlos shrieks with excitement as he practically bounces towards his car, swinging Logan's arm up and down.
"Wait Carlos, can't you just let me finish my job first?" Logan asks as Carlos opens the door for him.
"Aw come on Logan! Can you relax? Everything is under control!" Carlos coaxes as he pushes Logan into his car.
"Carlos, I love you, but you have to let me finish my job first. I can't just board a plane without telling my supervisor that I'm leaving!" Logan complains as he opens the door and attempts to get out of it.
"Well, I've got everything covered before getting you, ok? I told the entire hospital that you are taking a couple days off," Carlos assures, patting Logan's shoulder before strapping the boy's seatbelt.
"Really?"
"Trust me ok? Is it that hard to take some risks?" Carlos complains, his eyes narrowing at Logan as if daring him to further question or step out of the car.
"Hm… let me think. I got woken up from a damn good sleep to do an really hard operation in the middle of the night, and once I step out of the operation room someone basically tackled me and dragged me into his car without letting me finish my job. Not to mention, I haven't packed yet. Yeah, I'm so taking risks," Logan retorts, rolling his eyes as he crosses his arms.
"Dude, don't you worry! I packed your stuff! And I really miss Kendall, so forgive me?" Carlos mumbles as his eyes starts to tear. Logan turns around to look at Carlos. He sighs when he sees Carlos' puppy dog face, all his frustration disappearing.
"Yeah, just stop it with the puppy dog face," Logan groans. He just can't say no to Carlos, no matter what the situation is.
"Good, now close the door," Carlos smiles, strapping himself up too.
"So you packed my things?" Logan asks, slamming the door close. He is impressed that Carlos has thought of his needs before kidnapping him from the hospital.
"Yup, I've got everything under control. Now sit back and chill. Trust me, this will be an unforgettable trip," Carlos says, giving Logan a wink before starting the car, and driving out of the parking lot.
Shortly after arriving at the airport, they walk towards their airline to check in their luggage.
"Hi, we will like to check in our luggage," Carlos smiles handing their passports and boarding passes to the agent. The agent smiles as he types on his computer before handing back their things.
"It seems that your luggage is missing the return address attached to it, maybe one of you can go to that desk over there and fill one of those slips up? That way, if your luggage gets lost, we can still return them back here and figure out how to ship them to you," the agent explains, and Carlos nudges Logan to do the job. Once Logan is out of hearing distance, Carlos nods towards the agent, who types furiously into his computer and printing new passes for Carlos.
"Here you are sir, everything is going right on schedule. Hope you have a safe trip."
"Of course, we'll be have a great trip… but nothing is for sure until we sit on that plane. Is everyone ready?"
"Everyone is standing by, sir."
"Hey, are we all done?" Logan calls as he rushes over to slip the contact paper into the handles of the luggage.
"Now we are! We just need to put the luggage over there," Carlos replies, smiling as he waves goodbye to the agent, and pushes towards the conveyor belt.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, we will be arriving at our destination shortly. Please fasten your seatbelts, and enjoy the rest of your flight. This is Nathan Rosenberg wishing you a safe and wonderful trip. Thank you for taking the EA Airlines," the head flight attendant announces through the speaker, as other flight attendants walk up and down the aisles waking everyone, so they can prepare for the flight down.
"Sirs, it's time to get up. We will be landing soon," a flight attendant says, smiling as he shakes Logan's shoulder. Logan's eyes flutter open, as he yawning, stretching his arms upwards, and almost punching the flight attendant's head.
"Oh sorry Bob, and thanks for helping us get on this flight, or else I'll be in big trouble with him," Logan smiles, finger pushing Carlos' head from his shoulder, causing the Latino's head to land on the armrest, waking up the snoozing man.
"W-What? What's happening? Are we there?" Carlos asks wearily, his head snuggling into the headrest of his seat. He rubs his tired eyes before looking around to see that he is still on the plane.
"No problem, it is part of my job to make sure everyone is taken care of," Bob smiles back before moving forward to wake the rest of the people up.
"We're almost there Carlos. The plane is landing in London in a few minutes," Logan chuckles as he messes Carlos' hair, earning a groan from the still sleepy boy.
"I can't believe we slept through the whole flight! It's like we fell asleep the instant we sat down!" Carlos laughs, as he moves to press the little monitor in front of him. The black screen turns on, showing a little airplane closing into its destination, with little white lines saying destination information.
"That's because we did!" Logan responds, pressing on the black screen. He reaches for the cup of water in his cup holder, sniffing at it for second before gulping the contents down. His stomach is starving from the lack of food in his system, only having that one cup of water before the plane ride started, and then he suddenly felt too exhausted to stay awake for the rest of the ride.
I guess shopping does tired people out. It was a good thing that Bob was in the area and offered to escort us to the right gate just in time for boarding. Without him, I think Carlos might try to buy the entire airport before we realize it's too late.
He chuckles as the image of him and Carlos running across the airport to get to their gate comes to mind. He shakes his head with a smile as a particular image of Carlos with several shopping bags waving in the air, as he skids to a stop, so a granny can walk past him safely.
"Hey, I can't help it. I need certain things for the long distance travel ok? At least I got us some phone cards. We can call anyone any time anywhere," Carlos grins, giving Logan a harmless punch in the arm with his left hand, and waves the phone card packages in his other hand.
"Yeah, I have to give you points for that, but really, why do you need to buy a new makeup kit for the ride again?" Logan snickers as he looks at the screen.
"Well, I need to look good when I get off the plane! You have no idea how dry your skin looks like after…a…long…flight?" Carlos ends the sentence with a question when he looks at Logan's face. Logan's eyes are popped out while his mouth hangs in an "O" formation. His hands are gripping the armrest like he is scare that he will fall out of his seat, and his feet are shaking.
"Logan? Logan. What's wrong?" Carlos asks as he turns Logan to face him. Logan's face continues to hold the same expression, and if it is possible for his pale skin to go anymore paler, it just has.
"C-Car-Carlos," Logan stutters, his index finger rising up and pointing it at the screen.
"What is it Logan?" Carlos asks again, his eyes narrowing towards the screen and reading the white words. DESTINATION: ROME ITALY. ARRIVAL APPROX. TIME: 4:18PM.
"Oh," Carlos sounds, looking back at Logan with a blank stare, not sure what to say or think after reading that.
"Oh? That's ALL you have to say!" Logan shrieks, jumping out of his seat, only to have the seatbelt holding him back down. He struggles to unlock the belt as anger consumes him, his body ready to prance at Carlos. A flight attendant runs towards them just in time to stop Logan from toppling on top of Carlos, a nervous expression on her face.
"Sir! The plane is about to land! You have to wear your seatbelt for the safety of yours and others," the flight attendant reasons, patting Logan's shoulder with one hand, while the other tugs lightly at Logan's arm.
"THE PLANE IS ABOUT TO LAND!" Logan screams, causing the baby in the seat in front of him to wake up and start crying. The baby shrieks and sobs, causing a toddler on the other side of the plane to start crying. The shrills of crying, initiates a trail of whispers and mumbles from surround passengers, as they all strain from their seats to see what is happening. People groan as they try to fall back asleep, some of the kids start screaming and laughing thinking that it is part of a charade, while adults start yelling and calming down the children. The flight attendant stands in shock as she stares back at a huffing Logan.
"Logan, you're causing a scene," Carlos whispers into Logan's ear, before shrinking back into his seat. Logan turns around and glares at the shaking Latino.
"CARLOS! HOW CAN YOU BE SO CALM ABOUT THIS? WE ARE SUPPOSE TO GO TO LONDON NOT ROME!" Logan screams again, frustration clouding his mind as he stumbles into his seat. He runs a hand through his hair, stopping to give it a pull as he shakes his head, wishing that this is all a dream, and that he is still sleeping. Seeing that the black haired man is calming down slightly and sitting back into his seat, the flight attendant strides away, putting as much distance as possible from the crazy man.
"Logie, there's nothing we can do now, we're starting to land," Carlos replies as he opens the window panel and looks outside to a view of white clouds and bright light, which slowly turns into a view of green fields and blue ocean water.
"Carlos, you don't get it. Kendall will KILL me if he finds out!" Logan sighs. He rubs his forehead, quickly thinking of a way to explain all this to an enrage friend. He's not sure if he is ready to face Kendall's fists of fury.
"Stop being a worrywart and take a risk," Carlos grins, placing a reassuring hand on Logan's shoulder.
"Says the dude with the makeup kit," Logan retorts, an eyebrow raise as if to challenge Carlos to say another word. Carlos crosses his arms as he leans back into his seat, a pout forming on his lips. They stay silent as the plane hits the ground, announcing their arrival.