Disclaimer: I do not own Big Time Rush, JONAS, or anything else for that matter.

First of all, let me say that the other day my sister and I were watching Revenge of the Bridemaids and then we thought about this story, so a lot of credit goes to my sister for helping me with this. Oh, and watch Revenge of the Bridemaids, it's a great movie and hilarious too! Second, this is a JONAS and Big Time Rush cross-over.

Third, enjoy! And don't forget to review and tell me what you think!

Chapter 1: Eight Years and Now This

Riding down the swirly side, Carlos Garcia sighed as he stood up and glanced at his two friends, one who was lounging on the couch reading some sort of Men's Fashion magazine and the other dumping all the fruit that was in the refrigerator into the blender to make a smoothie. In other words, they were bored and he was too.

Kendall Knight banged the side of the blender to get it turned on after repeatedly pushing the on button. His eyes followed the cord of the blender to realize that it wasn't plugged in. Mentally smacking his forehead, he let out a deep breath, "I can't believe this."

His statement caught the brunette's attention as he lifted his eyes from the magazine and glanced at his best friend. "What can't you believe?"

"The fact that without Logan here, we're doomed to a life of boredom!" Kendall exclaimed, exasperated. The last few hours that their fourth friend had been gone had been the longest few hours of their lives. It seemed that without all four of them together, they couldn't go crazy and have fun. It was the same when James had gone to some acting camp for a couple of days and when Carlos went home for a week to go to his little sister's quincenera. The four boys had soon realized that separation caused Big Time Rush to just not function correctly.

"When's he coming back?" Carlos asked, his voice sounding like that of a whiny, impatient kid. He looked at the leader of the band expectantly, like Kendall knew all the answer to his question.

Kendall shrugged, "All I know is that he went to see his dad. He never said how long he would be gone."

"I never even knew that Logan had a dad," James commented. To the raised eyebrows and looks he got from his friends, he added, "I mean, he never talked about his dad, ever. It was always his mom who came to pick him up after school and after hockey practices. And whenever we went to his house, we only saw his mom."

The other two boys stopped and pondered what James had just stated, knowing that he did have a point. Not once in the time that they knew Logan had he ever mention his father. For all they knew, he had been dead but apparently since their fourth bandmate was gone right now, he wasn't.

"We have to do something before we die of boredom," Kendall suddenly stated, changing the subject as it was getting upsetting knowing that they knew so little about Logan's family.

"We can't let that happen!" James gasped overdramatically, "Because I have this feeling that I won't look pretty dead."

Rolling his eyes, Carlos grabbed his hockey helmet and slammed it onto his head, "Let's go the pool!" He forced a cheerful grin onto his face, although he was still missing his friend and was worried that something might be wrong for Logan to suddenly go see the dad that had been missing for such a long time.

In New York:

Logan Mitchell took a deep breath and then let it out as his adjusted his fancy, silk tie, nervously. He was currently standing outside a large black door that led to his father's grand office, dressed in a black suit. It wasn't his original choice to wear a suit and tie to meet with his father after nearly eight years of not having any contact whatsoever with the man but he had been ambushed when he had gotten out of the plane by his father's secretary and forced out of his casual clothes and into something 'professional'.

He could deal with the tight suit that limited his flexibility and definitely stopped him from doing any back flips, and he could deal with the fact that he hadn't seen his father in so long, but what really had gotten him nervous was that fact that after completely cutting himself off from his family, Logan's dad had called him and told him that he needed to see him.

Cautiously knocking on the large door, Logan waited for permission to enter. He heard his father's deep voice telling him to come in and he pushed the door open. Slowly, he entered and approached his father who was seated behind his large black desk. "Father," he nodded, politely greeting the man who claimed to be his dad. However, in Logan's opinion, in order to be a dad, you have to be there for your kid and to help him or her throughout his or her life.

"Logan," the middle aged man gave him a warm smile, "I haven't seen you since you were only ten years old."

"Eight," Logan corrected off-handedly. "I was eight when you left us."

"Is that so?" Mr. Mitchell let out a rueful chuckle. "It has been a very long time, nonetheless. Where are my manners? Sit down, son." He motioned to the chair that was across from his, "Would you like anything to drink? Water, soda, coffee?"

"What do you want?" Logan demanded, ignoring the man's offer to sit down and remained standing. Mr. Mitchell stared at his son with a raised eyebrow. He repeated his question, this time more forceful, "Why did you call me here?"

Mr. Mitchell let out a chuckle, "You're just like your mother. Always questioning things and always smart enough to realize when something is up." Logan kept silent, allowing for the older man to continue talking . "But you're right; I did call you here for something. By the way, I've heard your band's music. It's pretty good, actually, not what I would have expected. But of course, I never knew you could sing so well."

Logan narrowed his eyes and replied, bitterly, "That's because you were never there to know anything about me."

The dark haired man seemed to ignore his son's remark as he continued, "And you've grown up to be such a handsome, smart boy. I'm proud of you."

"Thanks," Logan's tone was sarcastic, "I'm so glad I have your approval. Can I go now? I have my own life now."

"The reason I called you here was not because I wanted to tell you that," Mr. Mitchell's voice became serious. "I called you because I want to tell you about a deal I'm making with another company. You see, this deal will help our family company greatly and I've been doing all I can in order to ensure it."

Crossing his arms, Logan gave his father a confused look, "What does that have to do with me?"

"I'm glad you asked," the older man took out a file and handed it to his son. First looking at his father, Logan cautiously opened the manila file to find a single photograph of a gorgeous, blonde, blue-eyed girl. "That is Vanessa Paige, the niece of the man that I am going into business with her. She's in show business, too, you know. An actress, I believe."

"But what does this have to do with me?" Logan inquired, still confused but not liking where his father was heading with this.

"It's simple; she seems to have a little crush on you."

"I'm not dating her," Logan narrowed his eyes, glaring at the man in front of him. "I'm not going to date some girl just because the man who I haven't seen in a little less than a decade wants to make a stupid deal to help his company. And anyways, I already have a girlfriend who I really like." His mind wandered to Camille and how he wouldn't let this man break them up for his own needs.

"Listen," Mr. Mitchell's voice was hard, angry almost. "If you don't do what I ask you to do, I'm cutting your mother's allowance."

Logan's eyes widened, "Allowance? What the hell are you talking about?"

The man laughed dryly, "You really think that your mother could pay off that big house on a teacher's salary? Not to mention the payments on the car, your car, and all of your expenses. I've been giving her a generous monthly supply of money. And she needs it now."

"What are you talking about?"

"You didn't hear?" Mr. Mitchell looked amused, almost in a cruel way. Logan felt his hate for his father growing as he glared at the smirk on the older man's lips. "She lost her job about a month after who left."

Logan felt his heart sink. He felt desperate to help her but knew the only way to help her was to listen to what his damn father told him to do. He let out a deep sigh, "Fine, I'll do it. I'll date Vanessa Paige. But if you cut off Mom, then the deal is off."

Mr. Mitchell smirked delighted, "Agreed, but I don't think you completely understand what I want you to do. I want you to marry her."

Eyes widening, his heart sinking even more, Logan resisted the urge to refuse, thinking about his mother and how he needed to help her. It took everything he had to not say no, but he nodded slowly.

"I'm glad we finally see eye to eye. Your proposal will be tomorrow, make sure you're well rested. You may leave now."

As soon as he was dismissed, Logan almost ran out the office, upset, confused, tired, his feelings couldn't be put into enough words. The last time he felt like this was when his father left him and his mother. He felt like jumping off a bridge and drowning…

Mercedes Griffin was sure that the black haired boy with slumped shoulders that just passed in front of her was Logan Mitchell, one of her ex-"boyfriends" from Big Time Rush –the one who tried to juggle two girls in one night. As she sipped her iced coffee in the lobby of one of the most exclusive hotels in New York, she wondered why the normally smiling boy looked so depressed and why he was wearing a suit of all things.

"Mercedes?" The blonde girl was snapped out of her thoughts by her newly made friend who was peering at her curiously. "What's wrong?"

Glancing at the back of the boy who was waiting for the elevator to come, Mercedes shook her head, "Nothing. Just thought I saw someone I knew."

"Was it him?" Stella Malone inquired motioning at the black haired boy who had caught Mercedes's attention and the latter nodded. "Who is he?"

"Just an old friend," Mercedes explained briefly, "I wonder what he's doing in New York. I doubt he's here for the shopping." At her comment, she and Stella chuckled, thinking about how they had just met about two hours ago while they were shopping, the reason why the two blondes had come to New York City in the first place.

"He seemed sort of upset," Stella observed as she watched Logan step into the elevator and the door sliding closed after him. "Are you going to go talk to him?"

Mercedes shook her head, her wavy blonde hair moving from side to side, "I don't know him that well. You could say that he works for my daddy. I doubt that he would just spill out all his problems to me. But I suppose he would tell his friends, maybe they know what's wrong with him." Stella shrugged as Mercedes searched through her bag for her cell phone.

"You have his friends' numbers?" Stella raised an eyebrow as she watched her friend press a single button and then hold the phone up to her ear, guessing that she had his friends' numbers on speed dial.

"For strictly professional reasons only," Mercedes lied as she waited for someone to pick up. However, she only heard a boy's voice asking for whoever was calling to leave a message. "This is Mercedes, I just saw Logan. What's wrong with him?" Ending the message, she turned to Stella. "Now that that's taken care of, wanna go shop some more?"

Stella smirked happily, "You just read my mind."

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