M-kay guys! I'm sorry for the lackage of updating on this... normally I feel like a loser when I have just one chapter posted for something that isn't a one shot. But I actually pulled a Stevenie Meyer (I know, I feel so dirty) and wrote the middle off of one request idea and then the end, but have NO plans for the beginning. It's... awkward. But that's okay! I just wasn't sure of my transitions and stuff, but now it's chill.

I'M ON THE EDGE, THE EDGE, THE EDGE, THE EDGE, THE EDGE, THE EDGE, THE EDGE! I'M ON THE EDGE OF GLORY! AND I'M HANGING ON A MOMENT WITH YOU!

Two Weeks Earlier:

Luckily, it was Logan who answered the phone when it rang. He paled when the man on the other line introduced himself as the MNPD. Knowing his friends were just in the other room, he turned around, breathing deeply to try and control himself. After all, just because they were calling, it didn't mean anything bad had happened. He twirled the phone's cord clumsily in his fingers. Logan couldn't help but tremble when the officer told him to hold for their head detective.

"Logie?" Carlos called from the orange sofa, sensing Logan's fear. He was always really good at reading others, even when he wasn't facing them. It was like his instincts just knew when something was wrong, and it made it really hard for Logan to hide things. He reluctantly turned to face him, offering a shaky smile. Apparently, practice really does pay off because Carlos bought it and went back to his video games. Logan sighed, breath hitching when the other line finally picked up and the detective he had been waiting for spoke into the phone gently.

Logan bit back a gasp.


It was unsurprisingly Carlos to be the first to notice. The Latino was more observent than most people gave him credit for and was incredibly good at picking out people's emotions. James was next, but only because he was looking for it. Ever since it all went down, the heart throb was constantly examining him for signs of distress. It was almost a little overbearing. Last was Kendall. He practically considered the guys his, so when Logan started acting weird, despite not knowing as much as the other guys, he honed in on it.

Kendall arched an eyebrow over at the pale boy, who was singing across from him in the studio with a stressed, albeit familiar, expression plastered on his face. He was twiddling his fingers together, clearly too focused on keeping his tight voice from cracking to notice Kendall's concerend look. The blond was really worried about Logan. He was used to him being panicky and nervous, but this was different. There was a fear in his eyes that was never there before, and every time he looked over at him, there was more of it. It felt like Logan was unraveling before his eyes, and he didn't know what he could do to stop it.

Just because Kendall didn't notice first, it didn't mean he hadn't been seeing all that was going on with Logan. He had seen the worried looks over the shoulder and the way his smile dropped when he thought no one was looking. He heard the way he tossed and turned in his sleep and took shaky breaths to calm himself. In fact, Kendall had even felt the way he shook slightly on the couch next to him through last week's movie night. Yup, Kendall had seen everything. Well, everything but what had started it. It had been going on for at least a solid week and a half, and the blonde couldn't be angrier at himself for letting it last this long without confronting him about it. He knew it had to happen soon.

Their song ended, and Gustavo's leaned over his microphone, pressing the button. "Smallish Monkey-dog," he barked, sounding awkward and uncomfortable. Logan winced, knowing it was him being targeted. "What's wrong with you?" So even Gustavo had notied. Logan shrugged in response, but his eyes looked terrified. Kendall couldn't take it anymore. He roughly grabbed the back of Logan's collar and dragged him out the door, plopping him down on the couch outside Gustavo's office.

"Alright, what's going on?" he asked in a manly, straight to the point way. Logan looked at him timidly and opened his mouth as if to say something, but his focus shifted to something behind him. Kendall turned around to face James as Carlos leaped onto Logan and ull him into a hug. Kendall offered him a smile, but James only glared back. He furrowed his big, bushy eyebrows together as James moved around him, purposefully knocking into him with his shoulder. He took a seat on the empty side of Logan and put a possessive yet comforting hand on his forearm. At first, Kendall was lost, but when he was vicimized by another withering stare, it dawned on him.

James was being protective.

In fact, was almost ridiculously obvious. The way the tan boy was acting so nurturing towards Logan, yet so hostile toward him made it all too clear. The only thing lost on him was why. What was he missing? Or, more importantly, what did he do?

Anger started to boil in the pit of his stomach as James and Logan locked eyes, understanding clicking between them. He could feel his blood course through his veins, white hot with rage as Carlos 'oh'ed in comprehension as he and James shared a look. They had secrets from him, and that was unacceptable. Jealousy blinded him.

Kendall grabbed the front of Logan's shirt, twisting it with a strong fist. He tugged him out of his seat with a hard yank and glared down on him. Fury filled him straight to the core as he pushed as much venom as he could into his words. "What are you keeping from me?" he practically growled, accusation plain in his tone. He grew angrier as Logan gaped, looking absolutely terrified but not giving him an answer. He shook him up. "Answer me!"

Kendall didn't know it, he couldn't have, but that broke something inLogan. The blonde had him in his clutches, but he had sent him faraway, and it was anyone's guess when he was coming back, or where he had went for that matter.

Kendall released Logan at the sight of tears rolling down his cheeks. He dropped to the floor and gripped onto his leg immediately, chest heaving. "Please," he begged. "Please, don't leave me down here!" he sobbed, sounding far away, but absolutely desperate at the same time. His face contorted into an expression of agony, and after looking down at him, Kendall had seen Logan more scared then he had ever wanted to in his entire life.

The blonde was completely confused. What had he done to get Logan to act like this? What even was he talking about? He looked quickly to James and Carlos, whose expressions reflected what he expected his own to be: worried and disoriented. He turned back to Logan to rub his back, but the boy flinched at the tough, letting out a shriek of pain that pierced all three boy's ears. Kendall pulled away, temples thumping against his brain. What was going on? Logan buried his face into his pant leg, soaking it through.

"It's nothing!" he wailed, a non-existent hope coating his every word. "They're nothing, I swear! They just wanted to play, not turn you in! It'll never happen again, just please don't leave me down here!" he hiccuped, voice small in the panicked tension of the room. "I promise! I promise, just don't leave me down here in the dark!" Kendall had no idea what to do.

"Logan, it's not dark," he told him, trying to stay calm. It was scary how crazy Logan was talking. It was like he didn't even know who he was anymore, and it was terrifying. "It's light in here, and I won't leave you, I promise. Gustavo isn't even going to let us stay here when it gets dark anyway, cause he'll want us to go home. Besides, you didn't do anything anyway!" he tried. Logan shuddered against his leg, face sopping with salty tears. Kendall was starting to get a little too worried. He turned to the other half of Big Time Rush, "James, do you have your phone?" The boy nodded. "Okay, can you or Carlos call 911?" he asked, when Logan interrupted.

"No, it's fine, I'm fine," he said, not sounding fine at all. Kendall quickly looked down at him and saw the sanity in his eyes, waving at James and Carlos to stop what they were doing. He bent down and picked Logan up, sitting in a chair and pulling his crying body into his lap and holding him close. Logan stayed for a couple minutes, but then pushed him away. Before Kendall could pull him back, he ran off, leaving his friends lost and confused behind him.

Things were getting complicated.

Okay, so apparently the theme for this is to have some past part or dream at the beginning of every chapter. Humf. But I sort of like it to start out like that. Fun.

I don't really know how much I like that, but I didn't really want to write it, so this is what you get. I haven't had any desire to write lately. Harumf.