AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hello readers and writers! This is my first fic ever posted on the site, and I'm very excited it's for Big Time Rush. These boys are so writeable :) This story will be KENDALLxOC but ALL of the characters will be in the story and be very IMPORTANT. I really enjoy writing each of the boys, but this Kendall story is what I had in my head first ;) Kendall is with a female of my own creation in this story, but if you are into SLASH, no worries! I have one-shot ideas rolling around in my head for some slash goodness ;) I'm VERY into reading M stories... In fact, this is T for now, but I will change it to M in the future.

An important point I should make: This story is somewhat of an Alternate Universe. The premise is the same with some changes. JAMES, LOGAN, and CARLOS will not appear for a little while but they WILL be mentioned and they are very important to the story. KENDALL is 16 here and he lives in NORTH DAKOTA at the time, NOT Minnesota (more will be explained along the way). EVENTUALLY this world/backstory I'm writing will collide with the actual BTR one except it will be a little more real, a little more dramatic, and A LOT more angsty ;)

I think that's it for now ;) Sorry if you are bothered by long Author's Notes, but I will never say anything here that I don't think is necessary for you to know (like what I ate for lunch or something stupid like that ;)

I hope you enjoy this, and if you do, please REVIEW. Say anything you want... just let me know that I'm doing something right... or wrong ;)

Standard Disclaimer: I don't own Big Time Rush :( but I do own my OC, Sage Henderson. (Last name is Logan's real-life last name because he's sexy/adorable... remember his name is "Mitchell" in here, so NO they aren't related lol)

It opens with the OC, but really it takes like two seconds to get to KENDALL lol :D

-waterwicca


CHAPTER 1: BIG TIME ABNORMAL BEGINNINGS


It's been exactly one year since they met and became each other's whole lives... and now it's over. He's walking down a barren street through a torrential downpour at midnight all alone and completely numb from the inside out. She's gone, and he can't find her. How do you go on living without hope when you had true love and lost it?


One year earlier...


"Now that we have taken your x-rays, it should be a little while before we can get the results to you. We're swamped."

Sage Henderson sighed as the distracted nurse walked away from the curtain area of the Emergency Room she was in. That was the third nurse to tell her the same thing in the last twenty minutes. This one never even looked up from the chart she had in her arms. Sage didn't mind though. As far as she was concerned, the less contact the better.

"It's a good thing I never have plans," she mumbled, watching as the curtain swayed from the nurse's departure then finally settled back into place, leaving her isolated from the rest of the hospital.

She exhaled softly, blowing a strand of long blonde hair away from her face. She began tapping her fingers against her thigh out of boredom when she cried out.

"Damn it." She grabbed her left wrist remembering its injury as pain shot up her forearm.

"Are you here because you make a habit out of talking to yourself?" a male voice rang out from behind the curtain to her right. Sage didn't need to see the boy to know he was smiling.

She froze, her wrist still cradled to her body. She had no idea how to respond. No one ever spoke to her unless they had to, and this guy certainly did not have to.

She looked in the direction of the stranger as he revealed himself. A good looking boy pulled aside the curtain that separated him from Sage. He had shaggy, dark blonde hair and appeared to be several inches taller than her 5'5" frame. He wore an orange and red hockey jersey, along with a sly but friendly smile. Leaning on his elbow, he addressed Sage again.

"My name's Kendall Knight," he smiled brightly, allowing it to extend all the way to his pale green eyes, and waved his hand softly before settling it against his waist.

Sage felt what she assumed were butterflies start in her stomach and rise to her throat. It felt so intense. It was more like jackhammers suddenly pounding against her insides. She swallowed heavily, looking away quickly and pushing the feeling aside.

"I'm Sage Henderson," she responded softly, leaning to rest on her back, placing her tender wrist across her stomach.

"What are you in here for?" he questioned her, keeping the smile on his lips as he waited for a response.

"Hurt my wrist," she answered simply, sneaking a quick glance in his direction and then looking down at her sneakers. This had to be to longest conversation she's had in weeks. She felt self-conscious about each syllable that left her mouth. Kendall didn't seem to mind.

"I took a spill on the ice," he explained with out provocation, gesturing to his jersey and then to his head. Sage only nodded, unsure of what to say.

They sat in silence for a while, the conversation stopping before it really started. Sage wasn't convinced that she should engage. It never felt like a good idea to make friends. Kendall leaned back on his bed, mimicking Sage's position, only he placed his hands behind his head and shut his eyes.

"You know…," he started, breaking the silence and causing Sage to look at him quickly, "they say I may have a concussion. So, I probably shouldn't go to sleep…but it's pretty boring around here," he smirked at her, opening one eye to look in her direction. She turned her attention toward the ceiling, studying the speckled tiles as her thoughts raced.

Just when he thought she wouldn't give in, she spoke.

"What's your favorite color?" Sage asked randomly, turning her head to face him. He opened his eyes and did the same. They stared at each other for a moment. His light green eyes connected with her emerald ones, and a smile similar to his own reached Sage's lips.

"Green," he answered. Sage laughed softly, the sound seeming foreign to her.

"Me too," she told him, her smile settling, now comfortably, onto her face like it belonged there.

"How old are you?" Kendall asked, keeping his question basic just as she did.

"Just turned 16."

"Same."

They both grinned playfully as Sage thought of her next question.

"Do you go to Ramsey High?" she asked, leaning up to rest on her good arm. Kendall nodded.

"I'll be starting there in the fall. I'm new in town. My mom, sister, and I move a lot," he explained with a shrug. He started to smile yet again, "Maybe you could show me around…?" he asked, letting the statement hang in the air.

"Maybe," Sage responded, throwing him a smirk of her own; a newly found sense of confidence rising within her. She had no idea what made her agree or even talk to him in the first place, but she couldn't help herself. She felt drawn to him like no one else she had ever met. She had only known Kendall for five minutes, but in those few moments she felt more alive and engaged than she had in the last few years.

"We could go out tonight…whenever we get out of here," Kendall suggested, appearing confident on the outside, only a slight question in his voice. With a hopeful raised brow he sat up fully, swinging his legs in her direction to hang off of the side of the bed.

"Are you always this forward?" Sage asked jokingly, mimicking his actions until she sat opposite of him with her sore arm placed gently in her lap. She smiled sweetly as he seemed to ponder the question.

"Actually," he started quietly, nervously raising his hand to scratch the back of his neck, stopping when he winced as he hit the spot she assumed his skull had connected with the ice. "You're the first girl I've ever asked out," he admitted staring at his shoes, then to hers before finally looking up into her eyes with a small, sheepish grin. Sage felt a bit of shock at his statement, the power tools moving in her gut again, but tried to compose herself quickly before responding.

"Well, then I'm honored," she said coyly, causing his smile to widen.

"So, that's a 'yes'?" he asked, cocking his head to the side and raising one brow.

Sage smiled warmly, studying his striking features. He seemed so expressive and she hoped that she didn't seem dead in comparison. It was hard to understand your emotions when you didn't have much practice with feelings. At this point, she had let instinct take over. The only thing she could fully comprehend was that she felt good around him.

She was warm and she couldn't breathe. It felt as if her heart would stop beating in the sweetest way possible.

"Yes," she finally said. It came out as more of a relieved sigh than a full response. When he smiled it knocked the wind out of her. All she could do was smile back.

"Great," he whispered in a way similar to her response. They stared at each other with matching smirks for what seemed like an eternity…a comfortable eternity…before the nurse from earlier slid the curtain open.

Both Kendall and Sage stared at her in awe. They were unable to process the shift of the energy in the room. While they were talking it seemed as if they weren't in the hospital at all. There had been no more doctors, no more nurses, and no more screaming patients in the hectic Emergency Room of Ramsey General Hospital. However, when the curtain flew aside, the crowd of people and their sounds flooded back into their world.

"Alright, Mr. Knight…" the nurse spoke, oblivious to what she had interrupted, shuffling clipboards in her arms until she found his. He glanced at Sage with a soft smile before turning to the nurse, planting a different, cordial grin onto his face.

Sage began to realize he had many smiles.

This seemed to be a polite one; reserved for strangers. It didn't quite reach his eyes. She couldn't help but smirk when she realized he had never used this smile on her in their short time together. The jackhammers started up inside of her again as she watched him; a warm feeling settled over her. She felt as if she could trust him…like she knew him. Normally she stayed far away from other people, but with him she felt like she just couldn't get close enough.

"The doctor says you're free to go. There's no major injury. The CT scan was clear," the nurse spoke as she scribbled on some papers before handing them to Kendall.

"Awesome," he said hopping to his feet and clasping his hands together, not caring that he crumpled his release documents, "and what about Sage?" he asked gesturing towards her.

"You two know each other?" the nurse asked confused as she shuffled the boards in her hands again.

"Oh, yeah! We're old friends," Kendall responded with a smirk, walking to stand next to where Sage sat. She looked up at him with her own smile, their eyes connecting. They both stilled for a moment; their close proximity seeming to have a strange affect on both of them.

Sage felt a strong pull towards him. It seemed like if she did not reach forward and touch him, she would end up crying out or struggling for air. She felt anxious and desperate like she's never needed something so much.

Kendall's arm, which fell near her, ached to just, at least, brush against her. It throbbed almost unbearably. He was sure that he would have thought he was having a stroke if it didn't feel so good at the same time. It felt frightening and exhilarating; better than any adrenaline rush he's ever experienced. He moved to reach for her hand.

Sage could feel her good wrist twitch in anticipation. Just before they connected, the nurse's voice flooded in.

They had blocked out the hospital completely…again.

"Hello? Did you hear me Miss Henderson?" she asked annoyed, snapping her fingers in between the two teenagers.

"Um, I'm sorry. I didn't," Sage admitted sheepishly before balling her hand into a fist just as Kendall did the same. They felt their limbs buzzing as if the blood literally vibrated through their veins, but tried to control themselves when the real world interrupted.

"I said your wrist is just sprained. I'll wrap it up for you, and then you can also be discharged," she explained while moving to a drawer near Kendall to grab an ACE bandage.

"Alright," Sage mumbled. Memories of the reason she was at the hospital flooded in. She stared quietly with vacant eyes at her bruised wrist. It had looked so much worse only two hours before, but now the swelling had gone down significantly. There was only some discoloration below her hand.

"I'm gonna wait here with you," Kendall spoke softly, sitting right next to her on the bed, fearlessly taking her hand into his own. He couldn't understand why, but he felt as if she needed him right then.

"Thank you," she spoke sincerely with a shaky breath, her body humming at the contact with his. It felt warm and right against her skin, like their hands were made to interlock.

Kendall stared at their fingers, intertwining perfectly, as he rubbed soft circles on the back of her hand with his thumb. He smiled warmly, his breath catching in his throat as she moved slightly so that her shoulder met his. They both knew they would still be shaking if they hadn't had each other to lean on.

Kendall never felt so physically and emotionally pulled to someone, let alone a stranger. He shook his head softly at the thought. 'Stranger' wasn't right; it implied no connection and there definitely was one. He thought about how if the nurse was not there they would still be behind the solitude of the curtains.

If they were, he would tell Sage anything and ask her everything. His heart stopped the moment he touched her hand, and it still ached blissfully for more. He fought the urge to take her into his arms and feel her everywhere…imagining his heart would explode if he did such a thing, but at least it would be a sweet death. 'Or maybe that was wrong,' he thought. Maybe she would make him feel more alive than he has ever felt before. His thoughts were disturbed as the nurse spoke.

"How did you say you hurt yourself again?" she asked as she began wrapping his lifeline's wrist.

"I…I forgot to tie my shoes and tripped…and then I fell on it," Sage responded nervously. She squeezed Kendall's hand as she spoke, and he returned the gesture. He thought she may have been in pain, but something else seemed wrong.

He lifted their clasped hands onto his lap and placed his free hand underneath them so that her small hand was fully enveloped in both of his. Kendall hoped to give her reassurance with whatever problem she seemed to be having. He smiled when she unconsciously leaned into him further, her grip relaxing slightly.

"Well, be careful…You're all ready to go now," the nurse said as she stepped back to grab Sage's chart and sign it like she had Kendall's.

"She'll be fine. Her shoes are all tied," Kendall said, placing a chipper smile on his face and standing up from the bed, still holding onto her with one hand as he wagged a finger at her black sneakers.

"Alright, here you go. Have a good night," the nurse spoke quickly without sincere emotion, handing Sage her discharge papers before walking away.

Sage squeezed the papers as she surveyed the bandage. Her wrist already felt ten times better, but she wasn't so sure that it was the nurse's doing. It was most likely the charming boy holding her hand. 'This must be what getting high feels like,' she thought.

Both Kendall and Sage stuffed their papers into their pockets before speaking.

"So, my lovely first date, where to?" Kendall asked excitedly, turning to stand in front of Sage and putting the smile back on his face that seemed to be reserved only for her. His eyes held a special shine when looking into hers. They showed pure joy and adoration without any effort. In fact, everything seemed effortless between them. Everything just happened perfectly. There were no choices.

"We could see a movie I guess," Sage suggested, unsure. She had never been on a date before or even hung out with friends. She had no clue what "normal" teenagers did.

"Whatever you want," Kendall responded softly and sincerely.

He pulled their intertwined hands gently towards himself so that she got up from the bed. They stood still for a moment, only mere inches from one another; both enjoying the close proximity. Kendall took a bold step forward, placing his hand on her waist. He may have seemed confident to an outsider, but Sage knew better.

They both shuddered with delight at the contact; their heads instinctively inching closer to one another. Only a few words had been spoken between them, but even speaking seemed unnecessary when they were near each other. They were in their own world again. It was like a powerful, intoxicating drug. They had only known this drug for a short time, but they were hooked at the first taste.

With a shaky breath, Kendall moved his hand from her waist upward to cup her cheek. The contact burned so much that it made his muscles ache. He was sure he must be a masochist because of the overwhelming love he felt for that sensation…for her.

Sage spoke quietly, taking the words out of his mouth.

"This isn't going to be a normal night, is it?" she asked, already knowing the answer. She leaned her entire body against his so they could feel the burning all over. It was so wrong and unconventional. She knew nothing about the boy holding her other than his age and favorite color, but she couldn't feel an ounce of apprehension when they touched.

"Nope," Kendall breathed out slowly and simply as he closed the distance between them, their lips connecting in one swift motion as if they were made to go together.

The shaking and burning they were both experiencing intensified tenfold. The feeling continued as their bodies melded together, and then it quickly calmed down to a tingling in their limbs. But, even as the kiss went on, the tugging remained strong in their chests. Their hearts were calling to each other, and they were doing what they could to answer.

Unlocking their hands, Sage moved hers up to rest on the back of Kendall's neck, using him to support her weight and lean into his soft lips even more. Kendall placed his hand on her lower back, tugging to get her even closer to him. It was impossible, but he couldn't fight the overwhelming need to try. Their lips danced together playfully, passionately, and happily; connecting like two of the most perfectly fitted puzzle pieces. No matter how you moved them, they matched up.

Both Kendall and Sage slowed their movements simultaneously until the kiss was over. They took deep breaths, their foreheads lying against one another's. Their hands stayed where they were, neither one of them willing to let go. Both of them struggled to find words. It felt like electricity was coursing through their veins, and it never decreased its voltage. Its power was constant and reoccurring. When they touched, their nerves jumped and sparked, and their hearts permanently picked up speed and beat irregularly in rhythm.

They knew as soon as their lips met that life was going to change. It was as if they felt the earth shift and knew it would never go back. And, at this moment in each others arms, they were grateful.

"So, the movies, huh?" Kendall finally whispered with a small chuckle. "That sounds pretty normal," he leaned back far enough to look into her eyes with a playful smile.

"Nothing about this has been normal," Sage laughed back, "So, let's stick to what we know," she whispered, returning his smile while still trying to bring her breathing back to its regular pace. Kendall finally took one step back, their hands instinctively falling to find one another's.

"Abnormal it is," he agreed, grinning as they walked away from the curtain area.

"I want to show you this place I know of…" Sage told him as they held hands, walking swiftly through the crowded hospital and out the exit doors.

The warm night air blew against them gently as Kendall lead her silently to his car. He opened the passenger door and guided her to her seat. Standing for a moment with their hands locked, Kendall took a deep breath before letting go and shutting the door. He practically sprinted to the driver's side, feeling like he was away from her for too long already. He felt crazy and irrational, but he had no doubt in his mind that he was going to succumb to any outlandish thing that his body ordered him to do around Sage.

Jumping in, he started the car quickly and shifted it into gear before finding her hand once again. She took it gratefully, giving it a gentle squeeze and smiled up at him.

"Where to?" he asked her with a grin.

"Head north, to the edge of town," Sage directed using her free hand to point. "I'll guide you along the way."


A/N: What did you think? THINGS ARE GONNA GET DARK SOON (I'm not sure if it's obvious or not but there's A LOT more going on with Sage than just shyness...it will be more apparent soon... She's gonna need a Knight in shining armor... well that was cheesy ;) ) It's a bit fluffy to start with, but hopefully you found it interesting. Plus, there is SO much more to come. Also, I promise to always do my best to update once a week or more. In fact, the second chapter will be up in 24 hours :) I know, when I get into a story, I get excited for updates and HATE waiting. So, I don't want to make all of you agitated if I can help it ;)

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