Ahhh it feels good to be back. And to celebrate my return, I have some OT4 for everyone. Unfortunately, there is some bad news. But that will be announced at the end of this oneshot.

Disclaimer: I do not own these boys. I simply, use them for my torturing purposes.

Now, I shall say what I've been wanting to say in a long time.

Now On With The Fic!

'Thinking' "Talking"

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Is there any way to tell someone you love them?

Is there any way to show someone they matter to you?

Is there any way at all?

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He loves them. That's why he's in here, sitting in the apartment all by himself, doing their work while they ignore him. But it's okay. He can handle the nelgect. Because he loves them.

He's tired. But he has to finish this before tomorrow or they can't perform. And it would be his fault if they didn't perform. So he refuses to sleep. But it's okay. He can handle losing all of the sleep he needs. Because he loves them.

He's having trouble concentrating. He can't seem to answer these problems that he has known his whole life. He knows it's because he hasn't slept since they got back. But it's okay. He can handle the hard work. Because he loves them.

But if they loved him, they would be helping him. If they loved him, they wouldn't ignore him. He's okay with the fact that they're ignoring him and he's okay with the fact that they aren't helping him. He's okay with it, because he loves them.

"Logan? Honey? You need to sleep." the motherly voice seems to appear from no where but he ignores it. He doesn't need sleep. He needs to finish this work. He still has two projects and three book reports to finish. Sleep, is not an option.

" 'Mm fine Momma Knight." he mumbles, his voice scratchy, and the woman can't help but feel sorry for her baby boy. She knows that he hasn't done anything but work. She knows that this is too much work for Logan to handle.

"Then at least eat some food. We have left over pizza from last night." she watches the brunette shake his head. He doesn't have time for breaks. He needs to finish this work. He's only doing it because he loves them.

"For me sweetie? C'mon, the work will still be there by the time you finish." He's already done with the science projects by the time she manages to get him to agree. Now he has to finish the book reports. But he knows that she's right. If he doesn't eat, he'll pass out.

He starts to get up from his spot on the desk, but doesn't get to far before he's falling over, stumbling to get to the kitchen where he only eats half a slice of pizza and a tiny sip of water before he goes back to work.

It only takes six hours and twenty energy drinks later before he's finally done. The guys still haven't come back home and he's perfectly fine with that because he doesn't want them to see him like this. His normally spiked hair flat, his eyes dark and gray, and the unusual paleness he has aquired are something frightening.

"Logan Mitchell!" He jumps at the shout, loud noise is something he isn't used to. He looks up to see Mrs. Knight, standing over him with that motherly stare and he knows that he has to sleep or eat...or something.

The mom of five points to his bedroom and he nods slowly. He doesn't even make it halfway before he's collapsing on the carpet, face covered in a cold sweat. It's not long before he's being moved to the couch where he will be wrapped up in blankets and a towel will be placed on his forehead.

She knew this would happen. She knew that he only did it because he loved them. She just wished that they loved him too.

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It's almost three hours after Logan has passed out before the boys get home. And the minute they enter their home, they are met with an angry Mrs. Knight. And an angry Mrs. Knight was someone no one wanted to deal with.

"Where have you boys been?" she asked, her foot tapping and her eyes narrowing.

The boys gulped and took a small step back.

"Well I was with Jo."

"And me and Carlos were trying to get back our PalmWoods cred."

She nodded and then smiled.

"Where was Logan?" she asked, although she already knew the answer, she wanted the boys to answer it for her. She could only hope that they didn't completely forget about their brainiac.

"Wasn't he here?" Carlos asked. He would've been so sure that his friend was getting all of his work done.

"Yea, normally he wants to finish his work." James stated.

Kendall, on the other hand, didn't answer. In all honesty, the three had forgotten about their friend. They had no idea where he was.

Kendall saw his mom frown, he knew that she knew where their friend was. But he didn't think it would be polite to ask.

Mrs. Knight pointed to four stacks of papers before she turned around and walked to her room, the frown on her face even bigger than it was before.

James was the first one to enter the kitchen, looking at the stack that had a sticky note with the name "James" on it. The pretty boy started flipping through all the work books only to find that all of his work was finished.

Carlos was the second one to enter and he was shocked to see that every single paper had an answer on it, every problem solved. He didn't know whether to be happy or worried about this.

When Kendall flipped through his work books he was stunned. Every problem, every answer, every number, and even every letter was written in Logan's handwriting. The blonde immeaditely knew that the brunette had completed all of their work. However, when he looked through Logan's work, the handwriting seemed to have gotten sloppy, extra lines and letters that weren't even needed were there.

Kendall knew that Logan didn't do his work till he had finished theirs.

When the trio walked into the living room and were shocked to see their Logan, lying on the couch with a towel on his forhead. His breathing was shallow and he looked like he was dead. The boys knew that Logan put his health in danger for them.

It was their fault that their friend was like this. It was their job to make sure Logan had a normal balence of fun, and a normal balence of school work. But because they weren't there, their friend had done the impossible and now he was sick.

A violent cough broke them out of their thought and they looked down at Logan, trying to help the singer but it didn't work. Instead, Logan's coughing got worse for a few more minutes before he finally stopped, clinging onto the blanket and the edge of the couch.

"You okay Logie?" James asked, rubbing small circles on his friends back. Logan nodded and fell back on the couch, wondering why his friends were here.

"Why're you guys here? Ya'll are normally with everyone." It's barely a whisper when it's being said. The lack of food and normal drinks are finally catching up with him. The exhaustion caught up with him when he collapsed on the carpet. Either way, he wanted to know why the boys finally gave a damn about him.

Carlos sat in front of Logan and thought about what he had said, and he was wondering why Logan sounded so sad. Did Logan think they were ignoring him?

"Why do you say that Logan?"

Logan looked down at the carpet before sighing. "You guys dont spend time with me anymore. And you cant say you have, because the tour doesn't really count. You three had to be there. But as soon as you got back, you all left me. I had to finish all of the work just so we could perform. Face it, you three forgot about me." The brunette then rolled onto his side, his face err facing the couch. He knew they didn't want to be his friend anymore. But it's okay. He candle the fact that he'll be the lonely boy from Minnesota all over again.

He can handle all the pain in the world. Because he loved them.

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How was it? Was it okay?

Personally, I didn't really like how I wrote Kendall, James, and Carlos' parts. I loved the ending though.

Okay, now it's time for the bad news that was mentioned in the beginning. Now, I need everyone to understand where i am coming from when I tell you this. I have been gone for months due to depression. In those months, I have noticed something about my stories.

They. Suck.

Recently, I have started re-writing every chapter of my stories. Starting with Shattered Silence.

So, in case you haven't caught on, I'm deleting Toy Soldiers and Shattered Silence. I'm debating on deleting The Bet. But since I have already re-written (Is that a word!) the first two chapters, it's most likely that they will be deleted.

Please, please don't be mad at me. I didn't know that this would happen. But I rpomise that they will be just as good as the original.

If anyone has any questions or problems with this, feel free to PM me.

Love Peace and Slash:

Hikari!