Author's Note: Alright, so this one is pretty angsty, but I don't know how I feel about it. That's up to you guys. If you guys like it, I can continue it. But that's only if you guys like it. It wouldn't be very long, but I'd find a way to make it interesting. So yea...tell me what you think?

Warmimg: depressing angst, and m/m if I continue it.

Dislaimer: I don't own this...duh...

"GERONIMO!" came the loud yell as Carlos cannon-balled into the pool with a splash, effectively drenching anyone within a twenty foot radius. Kendall, James, and Logan laughed at their friend's childish antics as he resurfaced. Today was Saturday, meaning, the boy's, also known as Big Time Rush, had a day off to sit back and relax. They cherished these days where they could just do whatever they wanted without the fear of being verbally abused by their record producer, Gustavo.

As Carlos continued to goof off in the water, the other three walked over to a nearby table. James and Kendall immediately went to the task of emptying out their pockets and proceeding to take off their shirts. Logan comfortably took a seat in one of the chairs as he opened up a book he had brought with him.

"Dude, Logan, don't tell me you're just going to read again," James whined as he looked down at his intellectual friend. Logan lifted the sunglasses he had on slightly as he gave his friend a raised eyebrow.

"What do you mean?" he asked confusedly.

"He means, you always just sit here reading some stupid book! Why don't you just relax for once and come in with us?" Kendall groaned overdramatically. The seated brunet chuckled amusedly as he went back to reading his book.

"Don't worry about it guys. It's not that big of a deal. Just go in without me."

"Whatever, man. Your loss. C'mon Kendall," the tallest of the group said as he walked off towards the area of the pool where Carlos was still flopping around. Kendall gave Logan a sad smile as he nodded and ran off after James. As soon as they were gone, Logan let out a relieved sigh. He couldn't help but feel slightly guilty. All his friends wanted, was for him to join them in the pool, but he just couldn't. It was too embarrassing. It wasn't that he couldn't swim. Of course, that statement might not be true anymore, seeing as the last time he had swam was when he was nine. But no. Logan was sure that if he were put in the water, he'd still be able to hold his own in the deep end. It's like the old saying goes; it's like riding a bicycle: you never forget…or something along those lines.

Logan was distracted from his thoughts as he heard wet footsteps coming his way. Suddenly, Carlos jumped in his view, dripping with water as he smiled down at him.

"Hi Logie!" he yelled, even though he was only standing three feet away from the brunet. Logan smiled at Carlos as he waved gently.

"Hey Carlos. Why aren't you in the pool?" Carlos shrugged as he plopped himself down in the seat next to Logan.

"Kendall and James told me to come over here so that I could convince you to come in the water with us," the Latino answered as he began whipping his head from side to side, attempting to empty out the water in his ears. Logan scowled slightly as he turned in his seat to see Kendall and James waving at him with sheepish smiles from the shallow end of the pool. The short teen glared at them as he turned back to Carlos, who was currently pouting at the brunet.

"What?" Logan asked.

"You never come in the water with us."

"Carlos, I don't have to get in the water if I don't want to."

At that, Carlos smirked mischievously down at his spiky-haired friend as he stood up. Logan gulped as he looked up at the short teen through his sunglasses.

"C-Carlos, what are you doing?"

Carlos bent down and attempted to pull Logan up from his seat. The short genius pushed the other and held on to the table, desperate to not be lifted up over Carlos' shoulder. If he let that happen, he knew there'd be no chance he could get away.

"Logie…just…come on! It's not a big deal!" Carlos groaned as he continued pulling Logan. The taller of the two was beginning to feel desperate as he felt his grip on the table slipping.

"C-Carlos stop! I'm not k-kidding!" he yelled nervously, but the Latino only began pulling stronger.

"Stop…freaking…out! I just want you to have fu-," Carlos abruptly stopped talking as Logan kicked him in the stomach. The caramel-skinned teen instantly let go of Logan as he doubled over in pain. Logan was panting hard as he looked at Carlos with apologetic eyes.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he chanted. Carlos shook his head as he looked up and gave Logan a pained smile.

"D-don't…worry about it. It's my fault," he managed to say. Logan didn't say anything as he bit his bottom lip in worry. Once Carlos was able, he walked off and went back into the pool. Logan sat back down in his seat and decided to take a short nap as he always did.

Logan could hear soft whispers around him. His eyes were closed, so he figured he must have just woken up from his nap. The lack of light he felt through his eyelids told him the sun must have gone down by now. His eyes fluttered open to reveal dark, brown irises. The brunet yawned cutely as he stretched his arms high over his head. Once he was fully conscious, the first thing he noticed was that it was dark out. The second thing he noticed was that there was no one in or around the pool. This was strange. Surely the guys wouldn't have left him there asleep. The genius turned to the table to see that all of James and Kendal's stuff was still there. Then, suddenly, out of somewhere behind Logan, he heard yells of excitement. The brunet instantly jumped up from his seat and turned around to see Kendall, Carlos, and James, still in their bathing suits and shirtless, running up to him with huge smiles on their faces. Before Logan could even react, he was lifted with the conjoined strength of all three.

"What the hell are you doing?" he yelled, terrified of the answer. He was met with a chorus of amused laughter as the three began to move closer to the pool. His eyes widened in realization and he began to throw his fist around.

"Stop it! I already told you I didn't want to get in!"

"You're going in whether you want to or not!" Kendall yelled with a smile on his face. Logan was so frustrated. Why couldn't they see he clearly didn't want to get in? He was about to double his efforts in thrashing around when his hands were held together by Carlos. He looked down at the Latino pleadingly, but was only me with a joking grin. Logan could feel himself starting to panic. There must be something he could do. Before he could think anything else, he was suddenly flying through the air and toward the pool. He took a deep breath and shut his eyes forcefully as he broke the surface of the water. It was foreign feeling to him, being underwater. He could feel the tickle of millions of bubbles as they rose up to the surface. His clothes were heavy as his hair was floating around him. Just as he suspected, he hadn't forgotten how to swim, thankfully, and he made his way up for air. He sucked in as much air as he could as he paddled over to the shallower end of the pool so he could stand.

"See! That wasn't so bad!"

"Yea Logan, a little water won't kill you."

The three began to laugh hysterically as their friend glared at them from inside the water. He was about to retort with a clever comeback, but was halted by three distinct splashes of water hitting him in the face. The sixteen year old coughed as his friends swam over in front of him, still laughing. Carlos was the first to talk as put his arm over Logan's shoulders.

"I knew I'd get you to come in the water. I just needed reinforcements," he gloated as he patted Logan's clothed chest. Logan rolled his eyes, but couldn't help it as the corners of his mouth slightly rose.

"Yea, whatever. You got me in, congratulations," he grumbled. The three laughed as they beamed at the fact that they finally managed to get their friend inside the pool.

"Admit it Logan. You're having fun," Kendall teased. Logan smiled warmly at him as he nodded his head.

"Alright, alright. You were right I was wrong. I'm having fun, happy?"

"Yep! That's all I wanted."

"Ooh! Ooh! My turn, my turn! Now I get to get what I wanted!" Carlos jumped up as he raised his hand high in the air. The other three rolled their eyes or chuckled at his display of childishness, but Logan decided to humor him.

"Alright Carlos, what do you want?" The Latino stopped his actions as he smiled at his brunet friend.

"I want you to play chicken fight with us!" Logan raised his eyebrow at the simple request, but nodded his head in acceptance.

"Okay, sure, why not?"

The Hispanic hollered as he pumped his fist in the air repeatedly. James and Kendall looked excited as well and were practically dragging Logan back to the deeper end of the pool.

"Oh, you should probably take off your shirt Logan, It's a lot more comfortable," James said over his shoulder. The mentioned teen froze and his eyes widened. The action did not go unnoticed, and the others turned confusedly as they gave Logan questioning looks.

"Logan what's wrong?" James asked. The pale teen shook his head swiftly as he began to turn away and walk off. Kendall was quick as he swam up to him before he could get to far and held on to his shoulder comfortingly.

"Where are you going? I thought we were going to play chicken fight?" he asked sadly. Logan shrugged off his hand and shook his head.

"I'm feeling kind of dizzy right now. I think I should go up to th-,"

"Stop it. You know that's a lie, and I'm not letting you leave until you tell us the real reason why you're freaking out again," the blond said as he crossed his arms. James and Carlos made their way behind him as they looked at the brunet quizzically.

"Move, Kendall. You can't keep me in here if I don't want to stay." Logan attempted to move around him, but the blond just pushed him back.

"Wait…is this because I told you to take off your shirt?"

Dark brown eyes widened in shock as Logan started to make a run for it. The resistance of the water didn't allow him to get too far before the three were back to holding him back by the shoulders.

"It's not a big deal Logan. You have nothing to feel self-conscious about." Logan could feel a familiar prick in his eyes and he knew it wasn't due to the chlorine in the water.

"Yea, c'mon Logie. I'm sure you and me are the sexiest ones here," Carlos joked with a wiggle of his eyebrows. Kendall chuckled at how ridiculous his friend could be while James just gave him and offended look of disbelief. But still, the short teen ignored them as he shook his head and tried to push them out of the way. They were shocked at how badly Logan was trying to escape from them, but decided to take action. Carlos swam behind him and held on to his arms. Logan thrashed, but couldn't seem to get loose. He resorted to kicking his feet wildly, attempting to splash the other away, but that was soon discovered useless as James held his legs up. Logan was now being held over the water by the two horizontally, and he couldn't do a thing about it. Kendall frowned at his friend as he came closer. He took hold of the hem of Logan's soaked shirt and gave him a reassuring smile.

"I'm doing this for your own good Logan. Once you take off your shirt, you'll see we don't care about what you look like. Besides, you have just as much dance rehearsals as we do. You're probably just worrying over nothing."

Tears were streaking down Logan's cheeks and falling into the pool as he struggled against James and Carlos' hold. He was starting to hyperventilate as he yelled desperately.

"Wait, wait! Please…don't…," he cried. The three stared at him with their mouths open wide. Kendall looked like he was trying to say something, but he wasn't able to get any words out as he looked at his best friend in shock. There was no way Logan was just being self-conscious. The blond was beginning to feel a sense of horror as he thought about what Logan could be hiding under his shirt. For a minute, all that could be heard was Logan's deep, panicked breaths and the gentle sound of waves colliding with the tile border of the pool. Kendall looked down determinedly at Logan shirt and he once again took hold of it tightly.

"No! No! Stop! Please!"

But it was too late. The leader of the group yanked the t-shirt up. His bright green eyes searched over every inch of Logan's chest and stomach, but he couldn't find anything. The only thing surprising at all was the amount of muscle Logan's been hiding underneath all the layers of clothes for all these years. He looked up James and Carlos to see that they were wearing the same expressions of worried confusion he was. They all looked to Logan for an answer, but were shocked to see that his eyes were shut and his body was limp. The three began to panic as they came to a conclusion that the brunet must have fainted.

"Oh my god, what happened?" James shouted. Carlos looked to be at the verge of being in tears as he shook Logan's upper body with no response.

"Come on, we have to get him upstairs. He must have had a panic attack or something. He just fainted, he'll be okay…" Kendall said as he instructed the others to get Logan out of the pool.

"Alright, take him to our room," Kendall's booming voice sounded through the apartment as he slammed open the door. Mrs. Knight rolled her eyes as she went back to working on a Sudoku puzzle on the couch. However, when Kendall ran past her with Carlos and James carrying a limp Logan, she dropped down anything she was holding and stood up to follow the group into Kendall and Logan's room.

"What did you boys do now?" she yelled concernedly. Carlos and James shared a look of guilt as Kendall held the door open for them to come in.

"We'll explain later mom. Right now Logan needs to get out of his wet clothes. He's shivering." Mrs. Knight nodded her head but gave him a stern look as she walked away.

"I'll get some extra blankets," the older woman explained as she ran back out the room. Kendall closed the door and walked over to Logan's bed where James and Carlos had carefully set him down. The brunet on the bed was still wearing his soaked t-shirt and bathing suit. His face was paler than usual and his lip wouldn't stop quivering. Kendall looked to his other two best friends who were looking down at Logan fearfully. The blond sighed as he sat down next to the short teen's body.

"I have to get him out of his clothes," he stated and the other two nodded. Kendall pulled Logan up so that the brunet was sitting up, and he moved over behind him. He then proceeded to lift his shirt up. It made a strange slopping sound as he peeled it off of Logan's wet skin. Kendall threw the article of clothing to some random corner of the room and started for Logan's trunks, but froze in place when he took a look at the unconscious teen's back. His face paled visibly and his mouth opened and closed repeatedly as if he were looking for the right words to say.

"Kendall what are you waiting for? Hurry up and take off his bathing suit."

"Yea, man. It's not a big deal. You guys have seen me run around naked before." Kendall forced his vision away from Logan and turned his head slowly towards James and Carlos.

"G-g-guys…," was all he was able to say before a lone tear escaped his eye. Carlos and James became worried as the moved over so that they had a clear view of their friend's back. What they saw at that moment was something they'd never be able to scrub away from their minds. There were two long, perfectly straight scars that ran across the whole length of Logan's back. One started at the back of his shoulder and went diagonally down to end at the opposite hip. The other started on the other shoulder and also ran diagonally down to end at the brunet's other hip, forming an "X". The scar was a white, slightly paler than the genius teen's normal skin tone, and seemed to have been caused from a deep cut. It was obviously an old injury. It was also obviously inflicted purposefully. The three said nothing as they continued to look on in horror. Kendall reached up a trembling hand and lightly traced one of the lines as more tears began to roll down his face. Not even the sound of Mrs. Knight rushing back into the room was enough to tear them from their gaze.

"What are you staring at?"

Ok so again, I don't know how I feel about this, but please tell me if I should continue this or leave how it is. I'd be happy either way. Sorry for any mistakes along the way. Please Review?

-Gohanrules out!