A/N: Sorry this update took such a long time...but here's chapter 2 now! Thanks to all who have reviewed and such. Enjoy!

Warning: Some violence and...that's all I can think of right now...

Disclaimer: I do not own Big Time Rush...but really, the only thing here that's Big Time Rush-ish are the names of the main characters; Carlos, Logan, Kendall, James, Jennifer, Katie, Camille...you get the point. This just poofed into my head and as far as I know it's original to me...But if there is something in here that anyone can place to a thing that already exists...well either i didn't recognize it or I subconsciously wrote it in...basically, if you can place it, it ain't mine.

"Running away will never make you free." - Kenny Loggins

Logan pulled the hood of his cloak tighter around him. He just barely got out of Sector 3 without being captured by the Groutron Council.

'That was close...too close...' he thought to himself. Just a couple more sectors and he'd be able to steal a portal to Etracon. Of course Etracon was in a worse state of disarray than Groutron was, but at least there he wouldn't be prosecuted for being different...it'd be more along the lines of stares that read 'you freak' and fighting off infected.

He looked down at his green, scaley hands in disgust. He didn't blame the Council for wanting to bring him in and disect him molecule by molecule. If he were normal, he probably would've thought he was a freak that shouldn't belong with the rest of society. Hell, he was who he was and he did think that he was freak that didn't belong anywhere.

He heard muted whispers and gasps as he walked down the cracked pavement; people were starting to notice. And it was just a matter of time until he was put through a wild goose chase again. Of course, he would win...one of the few benefits of being half alien, half human; he was fairly fast.

Logan started walking a bit faster- not to arouse suspicion, but enough to where he could make a somewhat quick escape.

But of course, no such luck. A whistle sounded, meaning an officer had spotted him. He began running, pushing past crowds of people, running past broken buildings...he would've kept running, but someone grabbed him by the collar and pulled him into an old alley way.

He let out a small, surprised gasp. "Let me go, just let me go. I'll do anything. Please," he begged.

A small, thin latino with black hair hidden by a newsboy cap and wearing a long sleeved shirt with suspenders and torn black pants and a battered bag on his shoulder was crouched in front of him. "Shhh," he whispered. "Just be quiet and stay here." The young, strange boy took off the cap and placed it on Logan's head and carefully laid the bag next to him. He then pulled the cloak from around the hybrid and put it around his own shoulders, pulling the hood over his head, in a manner much like his own. And as if that wasn't strange enough, the boy then looked around the corner and stepped into the crowd, fidgeting with the cloak almost as if he was imitating Logan.

Logan peeked around the corner and saw that the boy hadn't even gone one block when an officer, Officer Mullins (he had dealt with him before), pulled him by the back of his collar and threw him against the wall. Logan cringed in sympathy for him, but the boy didn't even wince.

Officer Mullins pushed back the hood and seeing that it wasn't an 18 year old boy with green scales for skin and purple eyes, he looked taken aback. But only for a moment; soon his look of confusion was replaced with a look of burning anger. He slammed the boy back against the wall again, his head bouncing back, hitting the wall twice. But still, he didn't even flinch.

"Do you think this is some sort of joke, boy?" the policeman asked gruffly.

"Well if it's a joke, it has to be the worst one I've ever heard," he responded in an almost...amused fashion.

The dark, furious glint in Mullins' eyes grew darker and he tightened his grip on the boy's collar, fisting more cloth in his hands. "What's your name? I should write you up for this." He was clearly restraining every muscle, every bone in his body not to punch and beat the younger male.

He just smiled in return to the threat. Logan peered around the corner some more. This guy had to be insane or have some sort of death wish...

He must have gone around the corner a bit too far, though, because Mullins whipped his head in his direction. Logan quickly pulled back, but he still heard the heavy foot steps of the policeman walking down the sidewalk in his direction.

"Carlos Garcia," he heard the tan boy call, and the footsteps stopped. More carefully this time, he looked around the wall again and saw the officer had indeed stopped in his tracks, but hadn't yet turned to face apparently Carlos. Officer Mullins had a look that was a mix of shock and mild fear, while Carlos no longer looked amused, but determined...

Mullins slowly turned around and looked at him. "What did you say?" he asked quietly, all hints of hostility drained from him.

"My name," Carlos took a bit of a step closer to him. "You said you wanted my name..." another step. "Write me up..." another step. "Name's Carlos Garcia." By now he was standing directly in front of the shaken man, practically nose to nose, and whispered in a bit of a menacing tone, "Need me to spell that for you?"

Mullins shook his head and took a step back. He then broke into a mad dash, running down the street faster than Logan had ever seen before.

With a bit of a triumphant smirk, Carlos went back to the alley and to Logan. "I believe this is yours..." he said, shrugging off the tattered cloak and handing it back. Only, Logan didn't take it. He just stared up at the boy, his hero, with wide eyes.

"Uh...everything okay?" he asked. "Look, I know you need this...keep you hidden?...yes?...no?" Logan was still shocked. "Mmkay...well here." Carlos put the cloak down next to him, took his hat off the younger boy's head putting it on his own, and carefully took the bag, slinging it onto his shoulder. "Little note...you might want to wear gloves...i think i have some here...might've sold them, though..." he turned to the holey bag, searching through it.

"Why?" Logan blurted out.

"Why what?" Carlos asked back, glancing to him and back to the bag. "Why gloves? Well as much as I think the scales are cool, you won't get the same reaction out of most. Ah. Here we are..." he pulled out a pair of grey, fingerless, gloves that were sporting many holes and bare threads. "Not in the most perfect condition and the fingers might prove to be a problem, but it's better than nothing..." he handed him the gloves and clasped the worn bag shut.

Logan glanced down to them and back to Carlos who added, "You may want to hurry. They're after me now, but I doubt they'd hesiate to snatch you too," noticing the small question was the only thing he was to get out of him, Carlos nodded his head once and began to leave.

"No!" all senses finally kicking in, Logan jumped to his feet and grabbed his savior's arm before he could leave. "No. No I mean why? Why did you do that? Stop Mullins from getting me..."

Carlos smiled a half smile. "Us outlaws have to look out for eachother..."

"Outlaws? What do you mean?" Logan asked confused.

He shook his head. "That's a story for another time...but just know a simple mutant holds nothing to what I've done...what I know..." He turned to leave again, but Logan kept his grip on the latino's arm, holding him back.

"Where are you going?" he asked a bit desperately.

"Where am I going?" Carlos repeated confused. "Uh...I'm not sure...possibly back to Earth...I have some unfinished business there. Or possibly Galeir..."

"Did you say Earth? Don't you mean Etracon?"

Carlos again looked confused and shook his head. "Yeah...Etracon...that."

Logan hesitated. "Let me go with you?"

"Excuse me?"

"Let me come with you...please."

"...I'm not sure..."

"Please," Logan was close to getting on his knees and begging if he needed to. "I can be helpful...I-I don't know how, but I can. I'll do anything. I just need to get away..."

Carlos pursed his lips, keeping silent a few moments and nodded once. "Fine. Then get your cloak and gloves...we'll be traveling a while and police, possibly even officials will be here in a matter of moments."

Logan nodded enthusiastically, quickly shrugging on his cloak and pulling on his gloves.

"Oh and one more thing...you better not be too attatched to those clothes...at the first opportunity, we're selling them. Understand?" he was talking in a more rushed manner than earlier.

Logan again nodded and the two began fast walking down the street. "Just one more question," Logan whispered. "Didn't that hurt? When he threw you against the wall..."

"Like hell," Carlos muttered back. "But you never show weakness. Never give your enemies their satisfaction..."