A/N: Um, okay. I got tired of romance, I mean I am really tired of it. If I read or write another romance story my eyes will fall out of their sockets. (I write way more then I post on here.) Excuse my atrocious grammar, my grammar is at it's best when school is session. That's right! I want school to be in session. Don't kill me. My spelling shouldn't be too bad. (I have spell-check.) Anyways, I have a weird obsession with Kendall and Katie right now. My mind likes to take on weird obsessions for funs sometimes…. Do you guys ever wonder where Mr. Knight is? I do so, this is my fic explaining his absence. Oh, I do NOT own BTR. There would be some changes if I did…


December 5th, 2009


"Kendall? Kendall!" my sister whispered frantically at me.

"What?" I snapped glancing at the clock; 2:15 A.M.

"It's Dad," Katie said pulling on my arm.

"What about him?" I asked swinging my legs over the side of my bed.

"He was in a car accident," she said.

It took me a few minutes to process this; my dad was a car accident. I pulled a shirt over my head, and grabbed my sister's hand. I started to run down the stairs, pulling Katie behind me. Mom was talking to a police officer, and sighed in relief as she saw us. I felt Katie tighten her grip on my hand, and I didn't let go like I usually would.

"Kendall, can you watch your sister well, I go to the hospital?" Mom asked tiredly.

"We're going with you, Mom," I said stubbornly.

She sighed, and nodded. I slipped on my shoes, and put on my coat. It was winter, and it was snowing. Katie put on her shoes, and put on her coat. I grabbed the keys from the coffee table, and went out to start the car. Katie followed me, and wrapped her arms around my waist, resting her head on my torso.

"Daddy's going to be okay, right?" she asked close to tears.

"I-I don't know, Katie. I'm sorry," I said hugging her tightly.

I took Katie's hand, and walked back inside where Mom was waiting.


"Are you Mr. Knight's family?" a doctor asked.

"Yes," Mom answered.

"He would like to see you. He doesn't have much time left," the doctor said.

Katie, Mom, and I stood up, and walked to Dad's room. He looked horrible. He had cast's on both legs, on one arm, and it appeared he had a concussion. Katie was crying against my torso, and I had one arm around her.

"Don't cry, sweetie," Dad slurred through a split lip.

She let go of me, and ran to Dad. I looked at my sneakers awkwardly. This would be so much easier if I had my best friends with me. I walked up to Dad, and he looked up to me.

"Kendall, you need to keep your sister out of trouble. You need to be there for your mom, and for Katie. I'm not going to be here to wish them a merry Christmas, or to watch Katie grow up. I won't be here to be at your wedding. I won't be here for any of that. I need you to be strong," he whispered hoarsely.

"Do have any idea what you're asking me to do, Daddy? I was always there for Mom, and Katie! But I can't replace you! I can't walk Katie down the aisle! I can't graduate without you there! I can't fall in love without you there! I need you!" I exclaimed almost in tears.

I never thought I call him Daddy again. Never. But I guess things chance.

"Kendall, you're my son. You don't need me. As much as I wish you did you don't. You are almost grown up, and you can do it," he said grasping my hand.

"I do need you! You were there at my first hockey game cheering me on, you were the one who drove me to Logan's house to see my best friends in the world, and you were the one who loved me even when I screwed up! I need you! Why can't you understand that I need you? I love you, Daddy!" I said tears running down my face.

"Katie, Kendall, Hannah I love you all so much," he said weakly as his heart beat began to lessen.

Katie buried her face in my stomach, and I held her against me as she sobbed. I closed my eyes, listening to the continuous beep of him flat lining. That was it. My father, Nicholas Andrew Knight, was dead. The doctor came rushing in, and tried to bring him back.

"I'm calling it. 3: 29 A.M," she announced.

Mom enveloped Katie, and I in a hug. We broke apart to walk out to the waiting room, and we just stood there.

"We should get home," Mom said in a tear choked voice.

I nodded, and looked down at my little sister. She was still crying but she was falling asleep standing.

"Will you hit me if I pick you up?" I asked softly.

She shook her head, and let go of me. I picked her up, and she wrapped her arms around my neck. She quickly fell asleep, and looked at Mom.

"What are we going to do?" I sighed tightening my grip on Katie so she wouldn't fall.

"I don't know, Kendall. I really don't. I just need you to be strong for your sister," Mom said looking at her ring.

I nodded slowly, and made my way out to the car. I opened the back door, and set Katie down. I buckled her in, and climbed in next to her. Katie jerked in her sleep, and woke up suddenly. Mom got in just then, she started the car.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Bad dream," she said looking at her surroundings.


December 9, 2009


"Nicholas Andrew Knight was a wonderful man. He has left behind two children, and a wife. His children are nine and fifteen," the pastor said.

James, Logan, Carlos, and Katie were all sitting next to me. Katie was softly crying, and I held her close. Logan was holding my hand, and comforting me. I'd never thought I'd ever need my best friends to comfort me. I felt tears beginning to run down my face, and wondered when the last time I had cried in front of my friends was. I was six, and I had gotten hurt playing hockey. It was my first broken bone, and I was sobbing. Logan and James were holding my hands, comforting me. Carlos was hugging me, and crying too. When he was younger he would cry every time one of us got hurt. Dad had come out to see what happen, and made Mom stay in the stands, because she was six months pregnant with Katie.

"Nicholas' son would like to say a few words," the pastor said looking at me.

I softly pushed Katie off of me, and she scooted over to Logan. I walked up to the podium, and looked at everyone who was here.

"My dad was a great man. He took me to everyone of my hockey games, and he drove me to my friend's houses to see them. He told me that I couldn't do anything to make him not love me anymore. Sometimes I wondered if he had any idea what a teenage boy is capable of. When I broke my first bone playing hockey, he was the first person to jump up, and yell 'Kendall!'. When I seven, and Katie was born, he made sure I didn't feel left out because of the new baby. He took Logan, Carlos, James, and I to school when it was raining so, we wouldn't get sick. He was my dad, and I loved him. I will never forget him," I said.

I walked back to my seat, and pulled Katie on my lap. It was like she was one again, and she needed her big brother to protect her from the scary world. I was okay with that. I miss when she would come, and crawl on my lap because Carlos had scared her with the stray cat he had caught instead of the raccoon we had been trying to catch. I miss when we chase each other around the yard, and Dad would catch us when he got home from work. No one would ever understand our brother/sister relationship. As the funeral ended, Katie cried harder. This is really saying goodbye, letting go of Dad. We stood up, and walked into the basement. I thought it was wrong to have party after my father's funeral.

"Mom, I think I'm going to ask Logan to take Katie and I home," I said.

"Okay, be safe, Kendall," she whispered.

"I will, Mom. I love you," I said.

"I love you too," she said.

"Logan? Can you take us home?" I asked quietly.

"Sure, Kendall," he said.

Katie was still clinging to me, and I knew part of the reason was our family were loons. I mean they were the kind of people that went to jail because they punched someone at a wedding. We walked outside into the cold winter air, and I shivered. I knew one thing for sure; no one would ever forget December now.

"How are you doing?" Logan asked me.

"Fine, I guess. For my dad dieing," I said.

Katie and I got in Logan's car, and buckled in. Katie sat in the middle seat, and I sat on the end. She looked up at me, and frowned.

"You can never replace, Dad, Kendall," she said.

"I know, Katie, I know," I said.

"No one could ever replace you either. You're the best big brother in the world, you know that right?" she asked.


A/N: Okay. How bad was it? This was the longest one shot I've ever written. It took me all night, and then some, I know, it's sad that it took me all night. Anyone else notice that Nick has something against people with both parents? Anyway, thanks for reading! Review please! Flames are welcome, just have a point. I hate pointless flames. Seriously. Review! Don't you hate it when you get like fifty hits on a story but no reviews? Well, I do. But hey, if you read my story I'm happy.