Okay so this is a plot that randomly popped into my mind as I sat in History class watching a WWI video. I fell in love with the idea instantly, and began to add more and more to it as I thought about it through out the day. Its gonna be a multi chapter. Oh, speaking of which: I'm sorry for publishing stories and not updating them soon enough. So many plots pop into my head that I just have to write, I have about four stories on hold right now. I promise I'll update them as soon as possible. And I'm sorry this chapter is so short, I just needed a little introduction. :)

I don't own Big Time Rush or anything else you may recognize in this story.

Tears immediately began to well in the bottom of James' hazel eyes. This startled him more than he anticipated, sending a pang of horror through his heart. He shook his head slightly, trying to wake up from this horrid nightmare. But he wasn't sleeping. He knew this day was inevitable, but he never really grasped around the concept until now. It couldn't be right.

This couldn't be happening.

He began to feel light headed. Sick even. And for a moment, James thinks he might actually puke. He swallows hard.

"We're gonna be praying for you baby," His mother spoke, her voice cracking slightly as a streak stained her face. She pulled him into a hug, wrapping her skinny arms around his broad shoulders. It was surprising that she hadn't full on broken down.

"I love you big brother," Katie choked on her words, her tiny arms flinging around Kendall's waist. She was fourteen now, blossoming into a young woman. And it tore Kendall apart that he was going to miss that.

Please God, no.

"G-good luck man, write us okay? Or give us a call when you get the time..." Carlos instructed him, a crooked smile held to his tan face. It was obvious he was holding back a sob. James didn't blame him. This was the most devastating feeling he had ever endured.

Please no...

"Come back soon," The other friend stated, smiling big, not caring that he was on the verge of crying. Kendall smiled, patting the shaking Logan on the back. It was just so hard.

And then, he faced me.

Kendall...

He just looked so different. Just two weeks ago, they all had been sitting in a high school classroom, laughing and joking about non important things. They were carefree eighteen year old seniors, excited to be getting out of public education for good, and to be heading off into the real world. But now, there they stood in St. Paul, Minnesota, in front of a huge, buzzing charter bus, people roaming every which way around them.

And Kendall looked nearly identical to every single one. Clad in a camouflage uniform, a duffel bag in one hand and a worn down guitar case in the other. James could no longer hold back his sorrow as he stared at his boyfriend. He no longer had the mop of blonde hair covering his forehead. It was shaved, barley showing any trace of the golden hair at all.

He was being shipped to Iraq. Straight into the war zone.

Oh, God.

"James..." Kendall's voice suddenly hitched, dropping his luggage and wrapping his strong arms around James' higher neck. Their grip tightened as the sandy haired teen began to sob into what was left of Kendall's blonde hair. He gasped harshly, trying to inhale his scent. He wanted to hold onto every memory he could. Kendall held back his tears, not wanting to get a hard time by the other soldiers. It was already bad enough they saw him holding another man. But he didn't care...not at a time like this.

"Kendall," James whispered in his boyfriend's ear. "Promise me you'll come back for me," Kendall's breath sharply intook. He pulled away, his emrald eyes glassy and wet.

"I promise."

James held onto Kendall's hands, gripping tightly. Looking down, he caught glimpse of Kendall's gleaming dog tags. Lifting one up, James planted a kiss on the silver material.

"I'll be waiting..." And theyre lips met for the last time. Well, at least for a long while. It was a warm, truley loving kiss. They loved each other so much, this was eating away at their emotions.

It was so hard.

All five of them watched as Kendall boarded the giant metallic vehicle, a swarm of other militants flooding onto the bus. The blonde's face appeared at one of the tinted windows, his eyes staring down at his family. Yes, his family.

It had been just too long to call them friends any longer.

Too long.

And James blew a kiss to his departing love, tears staining his rosy cheeks. Kendall's heart broke in that instant, the bus pulling away, his family gone from his sight. But nevertheless, this was something he felt obligated to do. See, his father had been in warfare, and he had died on the battle field, serving his country.

He had never gotten to meet Katie.

As Kendall's eyes stared blankly out of the window, his seat shifted, causing him to look over. Another solider had seated himself next to him. This guy looked to be about the same age as the blonde, his head identically shaved. His skin was a light tan, his eyes the biggest and brightest blue Kendall had ever witnessed. He glanced at Kendall, a small smile forming on his lips.

"Jacob Aaron," the militant offered Kendall his hand, in which he accepted, shaking it firmly. Jacob's accent was thickly southern.

"Kendall Knight," he replied, wiping a straggling tear from his eye, blushing a small bit from embarrassment. Jacob chuckled. Kendall subconsciously swiped at his forehead, forgetting he had no hair.

"Don't be ashamed to cry, the way I figure, were gonna be doin' a lot of that in the next couple years..."