Disclaimer: I'd like to point out that I do not and I never will own Big Time Rush, Kendall Schmidt, Logan Henderson, Carlos Pena, Jr., and James Maslow. I do own, however, Catalina "Cat" Aragon, Michael and Andres, and Junior Detective Keller. I semi-own Detective Spencer.

Author's Note: Please enjoy my first official Big Time Rush Fan-fiction. It was originally going to be 84. Out Cold of the 100 themes challenge I'm doing for Big Time Rush, but it expanded to something much more than that.

Down Hill From Here

Chapter 1

Mikkal

The three of them stared at the beasts before them, eyes wide and second thoughts racing through their minds. He gulped when the horse he was supposed to ride pawed at the ground with a huge hoof, snorting wildly.

Kendall was not a horseback rider, neither were Carlos and James, so this horse looked like he was the size of the Empire State Building. He couldn't imagine getting into that…saddle…and telling the animal what to do. He didn't think anything could tell that huge animal what to do.

Laughter interrupted his troubling thoughts and made him shake his sight away from the horse to see Logan already on a pretty (he had to admit that) black horse.

"Don't worry, guys." The smaller boy, who was currently taller than all of them since he was mounted. "They're not goin' to bite."

James scoffed. "You say that now, but I've heard tons of stories about killer horses. I am not getting on that thing!"

The bay that was assigned to James pranced in place, tossing her head at being called a "thing."

Chocolate brown eyes rolled. "Killer horses don't exist. Just get on before Gustavo get's ticked."

Carlos, surprisingly enough, was the first one to scramble into the English saddle of his Paint mare, he fumbled with his stirrups and reins for a moments before settling down. "I still don't get why we have to do this. I mean, the fans already know we're regular people just like them."

"I have no idea." The pale teen grinned. "At least this is all we have to do, plus take a few videos. It'll be easy."

"'Easy' he says," James muttered, running his fingers through his hair. "Easy for a guy who use to live on the back of a horse!"

Logan laughed. "It's not that easy for me. I've never ridden English before. In Texas we rode Western most of the time."

"It's still horseback riding," Kendall pointed out. He finally got the courage to mount his dune colored gelding and pulled up next to Logan's horse. "And you're here to make sure nothing goes wrong."

He nodded, tugging a little on his reins as his horse tried to reach out and grab some grass. "Not now buddy." The black horse whinnied and laid his ears back in displeasure. Logan frowned at the reaction. "What's wrong?"

Of course the animal didn't answer.

"Okay, guys," the woman lending them horses said in a stern glare with an even sterner voice. "Don't go too far and try not to try anything dangerous. Stay at a walk, don't trot unless Logan says it's okay." She pinned her green eyes on the smart one.

He gave her a mock salute. "Gotcha, Mrs. Aragón . I'll make sure everything goes smoothly."

She shook her head. "If you guys screw this up, all that money Mr. Rocque paid will not be worth it." A dirt covered hand patted Carlos' horse on the neck. "Don't ruin my babies."

"Don't worry Cat," Kendall assured her. "Nothing can go wrong if Logan's makin' sure we don't mess up." He flashed the pink blushed boy a smirk, he knew that compliment would get him embarrassed.

"Good." She nodded before heading back to the stable to give a lesson. She was told great things about Logan Mitchell by both his boss and his assistant and his guardian here in LA, she trusted him enough to keep her babies safe. "Michael!" Cat shouted for her stable hand. A early-twenties man appeared from the loft. "Make sure Big Time Rush goes down the right trail!"

Michael nodded and watched her go to the outdoor ring, but all he did was turn around and head back into the hay loft.

"Guys," Logan called. He had let the others take the lead, fully intending on him being needed in the back and let Kendall take his natural place as the leader. "I don't think we're on the right trail."

"What do ya mean?" Carlos asked, his horse freaked when he pulled on the reins to turn around.

"Eyes forward," the older boy commanded. He sighed. "Mrs. Aragón said there was a river on this trail where we could have lunch, we should have reached it by now."

James laughed. "Don't worry, Logie. We're probably going slower than you thought, we'll reach it soon."

"I don't know," he whispered under his breath. He was getting kind of worried, they were getting farther and father away from the stable and even though they were going slow and had stopped a few time to take a few videos they weren't going slow enough not to reach the river by now.

Not to mention, his mount was acting very weird. Flinching at the slightest touch, maybe he needed to get his teeth floated (or filed down), and prancing when he shouldn't. Logan never said a word though, figuring it to be something in the air that was making the horse act this way.

"Whoa!" Kendall's surprised voice wafted towards him, along with the shriek from his horse. Up ahead the dune horse reared a bit and backed up, running into James' horse.

"What is it?" Logan yelled, already trying to control his own horse. "Hold on!"

"Snake!" James shouted. He pulled way too hard on his horse's mouth, making her back up with it so she wouldn't be in pain.

The pale boy bit his lip. "Just try to stay calm, they're just a little spooked."

But just as he said that James' bay backed into Carlos' Paint, who then backed up into the already irritated horse of Logan's. He reached out to bite the rump of the horse in front of him but Logan pulled him back.

His ears went flat again and he reared, screaming. There was a moment were everything slowed, and then the black horse took off, streaking pass the other three and into a side trail that was reserved for more advanced riders.

Logan held on for dear life, barely keeping a grip on the reins as he grabbed both saddle and mane to keep himself on. Trees flashed passed him, making him sick so he kept his eyes forward, steering his horse the best he could around obstacles.

That seemed to make things even worse, the animal jerked his head up and he took a sharp turn even sharper than he should. The teen felt weightless as he went airborne for a few seconds before he slammed into a tree and everything went black.