"We will be landing in 5 minutes Loges." I turned to see Kendall buckling himself in not looking at me. I swallowed hard and grabbed my own seatbelt buckling it in. I returned my gaze to the window and sat back folding my hands in my lap. I tried really hard to say something to him, to let him know I need him so bad but I couldn't. He was giving me some space because I asked him for it. I didn't really want that but I didn't really know how else to handle this. The only time I have ever had to deal with a family member's death was when I was in college and my great Aunt Marie passed away from cancer. But I wasn't that close to her. Not like my parents. Just thinking about my parents made me look away from the window and clench my fists in my lap. I glanced around the small private plane and my eyes stopped on James and Carlos across from Kendall and I. They were gently holding each other's hands while Carlos read a book sitting in his lap. When I looked at James I caught him staring at me and I looked over at Kendall fast. He was looking down at the ground, and biting his nails. I saw his free hand resting on his thigh and I reached out slowly. I laced our fingers together and he looked up at me. I opened my mouth to speak but again no words came out. "I'm here Loges…" He squeezed my hand and I nodded looking back out my window.

The next hour went by without me really being there. Kendall never let go of my hand from the plane to the taxi and then to the hospital. We had to wait `a good 30 minutes before a man walked out to us and sat down across from me. "Logan Mitchell?" I felt my head nod, only once and the doctor leaned forward resting on his knees. "My name is doctor Green. How was your flight?" I stared into the doctors eyes and felt my hand squeeze. The doctor cleared his throat and shifted awkwardly. "Right…uhm we are going to need you to come back with us. I'm afraid you must come alone." My hand was squeezed again and the doctor gave a small smile. "It will only take a moment Logan." I was let go of and I stood up fast.

"Loges…" Kendall got in front of me, giving em a very worried look. I shook my head and walked past him. James stood up as I walked by and tried to grab my arm but I just followed the doctor down the hall. Each hall was filled with doctors, nurses and sick patient who all looked at me weird. But I just kept walking after the doctor, until he pushed open a door and stepped in a medium sized room and went to a cabinet. He slipped on a light green scrub and turned to me.

"Are you ready Mr. Mitchell?" I nodded and swallowed hard. I walked to him as he pushed up two swinging door and let me go first. "I'm going to show you two bodies and you can either tell me yes or no, or just a simple shake or nod your head." I followed him down a row of closed doors, which kind of looked like ovens until he stopped at the end. He looked to me and sighed out opening both doors. He pulled out two long trays, with a sheet covering each. I felt a horrible lump in my throat that was making me want to scream. When he pulled back both sheets the tears started falling onto my cheeks and rolling off, hitting my chest. "Are these your parents?" I squeezed my eyes shut and only nodded once. "Thank you Logan. You may leave." Without opening my eyes or even caring where I went, I turned and walked out of the room. When I hit the doors I opened my eyes and pushed them open practically running out. I hit the wall across the hall and turned around, sliding down it. I squeezed my eyes shut again and sobbed out loud. My mind was only seeing my parents faces, obviously drained of their life. My dad had a cut on his head, which was obvious the reason he lost his life. And my mom…her once sweet cheeky innocent face had cuts and bruises on it, that made me sick to my stomach. Some of her cuts seemed like they were from a road rash. Like her small body was thrown out of the front windshield and tossed around like a rag doll. It only made me sicker to my stomach. I let a scream rip out of my throat as I put my face in my hands and cried. Hard and loud. If I had half a mind at the moment I would have shut up, and walked out of the hospital to cry alone. But I didn't care. Another yell left my mouth as I started to imagine my parents being in a life ending car crash. It made my whole body weak, It made it hard to want to get up and walk, let alone breath.

"Loges…" His voice seemed to calm me down quite a bit but it wasn't enough, because it wasn't my parents. "Come on…let's get some air." I felt a hand, warm, big and soft touch my knee as another held the side of my head. "Baby…"I pushed up fast and hard and into his arms. He wrapped tight around me and quickly walked me out. I never opened my eyes as I heard the voices around us, probably judging me, and I never let go of him, even when I felt the cold air hit us. In fact it made me grip onto him tighter. "James…his jacket?" I pushed my face under his chin and tried to wish myself out of this. James had been the only person, beside my parents, to ever see me like this. He knew how to handle me when I was like this, but without even having to ask me what I wanted, so did Kendall. How I could have ever even considered pushing him away, phases me. "Talk when you're ready. I'm here for you." I felt something soft go over my shoulders and it warmed me instantly. It was enough to get my eyes open, but all I saw was the tan skin of Kendall's neck. It's weird but I hadn't noticed how tan he had gotten except now. It was like just seeing his skin was the comfort I was looking for. I pushed away, only an inch, just so I could look up at him. He turned his head down fast and our eyes locked. His bright green eyes blended well with the grey sky behind him. "There he is…" His hands moved up quick and wiped under my eyes. "You are not alone Logan." I nodded and clenched my jaw shut to stop a sob from escaping. "What do you need me to do?" I shook my head softly and he grabbed a hold of my head. "Silence is the enemy Loges…" I closed my eyes and couldn't hold it in any more. I le tout a gut wrenching sob and pushed back into him. "Okay…when you're ready."

I wasn't ready any time soon. We left the hospital after I got calmed down and went to the hotel. I was told I could go to my parents' house but it was way too soon and I couldn't handle that. SO Kendall and I went to our room while James and Carlos went to theirs. When we too into the room I gave Kendall a soft smile and went into the bathroom, shutting and locking the door behind me. I peeled off all of my clothes and turned the water on full blast and steaming hot before I climbed in, sat on my butt, pulled my knees up to my chest and let the water run over me. So much had happened in the last 24 hours that it was hard for me to even think straight. I couldn't get the picture of my parents out of my head, and I couldn't get the thought of Kendall slipping through my fingers out, either. All I could do was let the tears mix with the water from the shower and hope and pray I was strong enough to get through this. And if I wasn't, I hoped Kendall could be for me.

"Logan?" I raised my head blinking away the water, now cold after being in there for almost an hour and sighed to myself. "Just give me a sign that you're alright." I smiled a tiny smile at how cute he was being and got up, stretching and yawning. I shut off the water and walked to the door, unlocking it and pulling it open. Kendall's face seemed to pull my smile bigger as he glanced down at my wet naked body and quickly looked back up at my face, blushing. "Okay…good sign." I let out a small laugh but my happiness didn't last long. The darkness and dreadfulness I had been feeling since this morning was back and it made me mad. "I was going to order room service and I was wondering if you had any suggestions." I swallowed hard, my mouth dry and shrugged.

"I could use some tea right about now." He nodded and bent down kissing my cheek. Normally I would get hounded to make sure I got a good meal in, but he wasn't pushing and I loved him for it. He started walking away and I stepped out of the bathroom just a little. "Kendall?" He turned quick and raised his eyebrows at me. "I feel like…I want to tell you more often…" I sighed in defeat. "I love you and…I'm grateful to have you right now." He smiled and nodded.

"I love you too Logan Mitchell." He put a hand in his pocket and continued walking away. I remained standing still in the bathroom doorway until I heard him get on the bed and start talking about our order. I walked into the bathroom and yanked a towel off the rack and dried myself while I listened to his voice talk to the guy on the other end. When he stopped I picked up my boxers and slipped them on. I picked up my jacket, shirt, and jeans and when I shut off the light I heard his voice again. "Hey…mom it's me." I froze in my tracks and heard him breathe out kind of hard. "I…I wanted just tell you…I…I love you mom, and I miss you, and I am sorry for the things that have…happened to us. And I want to tell you that before something…if anything happened. I just…yeah? Of…of course mom. I…I would love that. Yes…I love you too mom." I squeezed around the clothes in my arms and put my head back against the wall, closing my eyes. Although I was proud of him for calling her, and trying to make things better I couldn't help but feel…betrayed. Like in some way he was shoving his mother still being alive down my throat and that he didn't care how I felt about it.

He was wrong. Silence isn't the enemy.

Everyone else is the enemy.