You're Not Alone

Pairing: Kames (James/Kendall) possible Cargan (Carlos/Logan)
Rating: M
Warning: Swearing, slash, sexual content, Mpreg
Summary: A/U, Mpreg. It was the end of BTR. The Boys were ready to move on. They could barely stand to be together for a second longer; but after tragedy strikes and they're each others only hope of survival, James finds himself closer to Kendall then he ever imaged. When all hope seems lost, the band is rescued and go their separate ways, but the damage is already done. Now James is left alone with more than just a memory of what happened. Kames/Cargan

Author Note: My first BTR Mpreg. I've done two others before (Jonas Brothers) and people loved them, so I thought I'd give it a try. This isn't your normal fluffy Mpreg. There's drama, trauma, and lots of plot twists so expect the unexpected! James and Logan will be the Mpregs! I know the Logan Mpreg seems odd in a Cargan pairing, but trust me, it goes with the plot!

Disclaimer: I do not own Big time Rush

Chapter 1: The End

As the last light dimmed, the curtain closed and the screams were silent, one lone figure stood alone on the empty stage. The band had said their goodbyes; the crew had taken down the set for the last time and loaded it into the vans to be put up for auction while the fans slowly drifted back to their own lives.

It was dark. Silent. Dead.

It was over.

For eight years, this had been their life. His life. He had grown up on the road. This was his dream. This was his passion. This was what he was meant to do.

Now they were throwing it away.

He sighed as he took a seat at the end of the stage and stared out into the empty arena. The silence was like death to his ears. He already missed the screams, the shouts, the 'I love you' of the fans. He closed his eyes trying to remember the feel of the bass vibrating the stage below his feet, the electricity that ran through him when the first few chords wailed from the guitar and the beat of the drum that he swore his heart had adapted as the adrenaline pumped through his veins.

But what he missed the most was being able to look over his shoulder at any given time to find that he wasn't alone. He was never alone, until now.

"James! What are you doing out here?" a shrill voice broke through the silence as the sound of heels clicking across wood crept closer and closer until they stopped just behind him, 'We've been looking all over for you! You're going to miss your flight."

"I'll catch the next one," James shrugged not bothering to move.

"There isn't going to be a next one! We need to leave! Now!"

James looked up at the women who stared him down. He knew she would not give up. Not when her boss sent her on this mission to find him and bring him back. This was going to be the last time she ever had to do so.

Jumping to his feet, he hurried over to the women who turned to walk away, thinking he would follow only to find herself wrapped in his muscular arms instead, "I'm going to miss you, Kelly," James admitted. She patted him on the back with a sigh, "I'm going to miss you too, James," before he finally let go and let her lead him out to the car without another word.

The others were already at the cars waiting impatiently as they approached. They were talking away amongst each other stopping only to complain about his tardiness, but James ignored them as he crawled into the backseat, his ear buds snuggly in his ear as he bobbed his head slightly to the beat. Upon seeing his deaf ears, they returned back to their previous conversation, completely unaware that the ear bud jack hung loosely at James' side, unattached to any electronic device.

"About time he decided to show up," Carlos grumbled laying his head against the headrest and closing his eyes.

"Are we going to leave or what?" Logan shouted at the driver.

"Dude, it's a private jet. It's not going anywhere," Kendall raised an oversized eyebrow before his diverting his attention back to his phone where he continued texting.

"I have to be at for seven o'clock in the morning, which is less than seven hours a way. This is a three and a half hour flight so this plane needs to be in the air in eighty-five minutes, which it takes fifty minutes to travel to the airport without traffic add on another five minutes to get out of the car, ten minutes to check our luggage, another fifteen minutes to pass security, add on an extra five minutes for Carlos getting lost."

"I won't get lost."

"You always get lost."

"Ten minutes for us to board the plane and in our seats. Then another twenty minutes for the pilot to go through the checklist and wait for clearance and who knows what can happen with five minutes to spare!"

"Logan relax. We're supposed to be back in L.A by five-thirty," Kendall assured him. "That gives you an hour and half to get there."

"It's an hour drive!" Logan growled sending James a death glare, which the hazel-eyed brunette pretended he didn't notice. "We should have left over an hour ago."

"Dude! You're not the only one starting a new life! I have my hockey tryouts tomorrow and Carlos," Kendall stopped for a moment to look at the Latino, "Are you really going to fire school to be a firefighter?"

Carlos nodded, "Yea. My dad's a cop remember? He put in a good word for me."

Kendall and Logan both looked at each other before shrugging, "The only one who has nothing better to do tomorrow is James," the blond continued as if he were trying to make his point.

James huffed at the statement, crossing his arms over his chest as he stared out the window continuing to nod his head to the beat of his so-called friends throwing his dreams away and tossing him aside like he was last year's toy.

"Guys, I think he heard you," he heard Carlos whisper softly, but the other two couldn't care less.

"Who cares? He ruined it for himself," Logan seethed.

"He ruined it for all of us," Kendall added.

James couldn't help, but let a single tear run down his face. They were right. He knew they were right. This was all, his fault. He was the reason their careers were ending.

Just like Logan had predicted, they were taking off eighty minutes later. The four boys were scattered through out the small private aircraft, neither talking to one another. Kendall had his laptop on his tray in front of him, Skyping Jo. Logan sat a few seats behind him, fast asleep while Carlos was bouncing around the plane video tapping their last trip together as a band.

Too tired to think about the end any longer, James closed his eyes calling out for the darkness to take him.

James was pulled form his sleep from a gut retching feeling. He opened his eyes, but darkness still surrounded him. The sound was deafening as he covered his ears with his hands, blinking his eyes as he forced them to adjust to the loss of the light. The lights flickered, lighting up the plane briefly and he remembered they were thirty thousand feet in the air. It was dark again and his chest felt heavy. The plane was loosing oxygen. He felt around for the mask hoping the emergency devices had engaged. He felt the plastic bag and grasped it in his hands, yanking it to his face, gasping deeply for the oxygen it offered as he secured the elastic band around his head.

The lights flickered again and he looked up in time to see Kendall across from him. Green eyes met hazel for a matter of seconds before it went dark. James wanted to call out to him, but it was no use. He couldn't hear anything. He couldn't see anything. He could smell though.

It was the worst smell you could think of when trapped on an aircraft flying a mile high, the smell of thick smoke lingering in the air from somewhere behind. He didn't dare to look back, afraid to see the golden flames dances up the sides of the aircraft creeping closer to his impending death. He wasn't sure what would be worst, dying on impact, or burning to death. If he had a choice, he would choose the former, hoping he would at least have a slight chance of surviving a crash depending on where they landed. Though he knew they're was no way of getting out of this. This was definitely not how it was supposed to end.

James' stomach dropped as the plane dipped dramatically. He knew this was it. This was the last few moments of his life. They were going down and there was no way to stop it. His knuckles were white as he gripped the bottom of his seat and he pulled his legs up to his chest, tears streaming down his face as he mumbled words that were lost to his own ears.

The sound of crunching metal hit his ears as the plane began to twist. James felt like a rag doll being tossed from side the side, the seatbelts no longer capable of restraining him as he held his arms in front of his face, trying to shield it from the impact. Something hard, hit him from behind, causing him to cry out as a sharp pain shot up through his right side, rendering him breathless.

He was certain that death had overcome him as the pain ceased to exist and his ears fell deaf to the world, but it all came crashing back to him in one epic finale as he felt himself being yanked through space. The last thing he remembered was looking up. The ceiling was no longer complete blackness, but dotted with billions of twinkling lights. It was a beautiful way to die. Then it all went dark again.

Author Note: What do you guys think? Should I continue?

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Also please check out my friend Jess', RusherSchmidt007, new story, The One That Got Away... Or Did He?. It's her first BTR fic and she has some great ideas for it. You can find it in my profile under my favorite stories!

The One That Got Away... Or Did He? -Kendall is happily in love with his boyfriend, Carlos, but when his estrange father shows up out of nowhere announcing that he is the future King of Eastmon, all his future plans with Carlos are thrown out the window, and he must choose between the life he was destined to live and take over the kingdom or fight for the one he was forced to leave behind. Slash. Kenlos/Kames/Jagan