Julian woke with a strange sensation. He wasn't sure what was going on, but he knew something big was about to happen. He rolled over and sat up in the bed. He looked at the clock next to him and began to worry. It was 3:47 am and Logan was not back yet. Julian got up and stretched his legs running a hand across the back of his neck. He couldn't sleep anymore anyway began pacing the room. It wasn't like Logan to be gone this long. He normally came back at a decent time. Julian began to let his mind wander, to a place where he shouldn't let it go, a place where he promised Logan that his mind had locked away. He went back there every single time Logan didn't come back. Back to that night, the night everyone tried to block from their memory...Hell night...that is what everyone still calls it...they try to forget but everyone was reminded of it now and again.

A sharp buzz brought him back from that place...he realized his phone was ringing. He picked up the phone and said,

"Who the hell is this at this time of night? I am going to kick your ass."

An all too familiar voice came on the other line, it was broken and shaky, "Jules...I...need...you...help"

The panic Julian began to feel from earlier came running back, the sheer terror and panic raced of him like a burning flame. It lapped her and rushed there destroying everything in its path. He squeaked out,

"What happened?"

The voice on the other line cried "Just come...get me...I can't do this by myself."

"Do what?"

"Jules...please...just..."

"Ok, Sebastian I will be right there..."

Logan stumbled out of the bar and onto the street. He found a taxi, and told the driver to just go. He needed to clear his head. As Logan collapsed into the back of the taxi, he just let go. All of the memories and the pain he was feeling vanished as the tears fell down his face. As he cried, he thought through all that had brought him to this point.

He had had a rough week. Seeing everyone together and happy really pissed him off. Not that he was jealous of one couple o another, he just hated being alone. This week was even worse. This was the 6 month anniversary of Hell Night and everyone could feel the tension, especially between Julian and Logan who had still yet to work things out. He was still having trouble processing the fact that his best friend was in love with him. Not that he had a problem with Jules being bi or anything; he was just confused as to how he had been so oblivious to his friend. He also felt guilty for putting him through all the crap Julian had to deal with because of him. He thought back over the last six months, Jules had remained his friend but his was distant and every time he tried to talk about it Julian either changed the subject or walked out of the room. That hurt the worst. Being shut out. It killed him a little more every time it happened.

Logan was pulled out of his deep thought, but the screeching of brakes and a loud crunching noise. The nest thing he knew everything was spinning and he felt himself slam into the side of the car door. Pain…deep, sharp pain came from all over his body but his head was pounding. He heard voices, muffled and far away, trying to tell him something.

"Hold…."

"Stay awa…"

You are gonna…"

"Stay with…"

The words became more and more muffled as the pain in his head became increasingly more and more pungent. It hurt…everything…just pain…until there was none…there was just a release and everything…he felt numb…and pressure…and then nothing as he succumbed to the blackness that enveloped.

Sebastian hadn't been paying attention as he drove through the city on his way back to Dalton. He was jamming out to some song that he loved but could never remember the name of. This song, this piece of his soul, reminded him of Paris, of the days he and Julian had together. Oh Julian….him, he was the problem. Sebastian missed that boy. Even though they said they would never speak of Paris again, it was all Seb ever thought about, it was all he ever dreamed about. "That boy," he thought "is going to be mine."

Sebastian drove through the streets, lost in own little world. He reached down to change the radio station after the song went off. He didn't see the taxi in pull out in front of him until it was too late. He looked up and saw everything happen, but it was too late. He slammed on the breaks and the car slammed into the back of the taxi.

Sebastian took a minute to figure out what had happened. He was still in shock as he got out of the car that was now completely totaled. He walked shakily to the taxi in front of him to see if everyone was alright. As he reached the front of the cab people had already begun to gather around the car to make sure no one was hurt. The cab driver got out of the car clutching his arm, a look of anguish on his face. A medic that was standing in the crowd went to him to make sure that everything else was alright. The cab driver said with a broken expression,

"Don't worry about me; get the kid out of the car. He wasn't looking too good." The medic moved to check the back of the taxi and saw a blond boy about seventeen years in age laying crumpled in the back of the car barely holding on to consciousness. He kept opening and closing his eyes. He looked so broken. He lightly picked the boy up and carried him to the sidewalk where others began to try to coax him to stay awake. He placed him down gently.

Sebastian hobbled over to see who everyone was trying to get to stay with them, to stay in the world that he belonged to. As he made his way through the throng of people, he looked down and right into the face of Logan Wright III.