Okay, sorry for the long wait. I'm going to try to get a ton of these one-shots in before I leave for Florida. I'm not going to take my laptop, so there will be about four days (6/28-7/1) of nothing added. But I promise I will write in my journal throughout the trip so when I come back I will be able to upload as many one-shots as possible.

This is the fourth one, finally, and thanks for the reviews I got! It's always exciting when there are more reviews than chapters!

Number Four: Need You Now

Summary: When poor Logan wakes up without a voice, his Kendall is already communicating without words.

Logan sat up in bed, holding his throat, as he threw the covers off. He knew Kendall had run to the drug store to get him cold medicine hours ago, but that was when he'd still had the voice to tell him the correct brand and his symptoms.

But now, there was nothing but a faint screeching if he tried to say something. Ugh… the day was already going terrible, and it hadn't even started.

How was he going to sing?

And with his head pounding like it was, he didn't know how he was supposed to dance. Besides that, he couldn't breathe.

He swung his legs over the side, but that dizziness hit him full in the face. He stumbled back to the bed, but quickly got up again, knowing that he was going to have to get up some time or another.

Kendall was in the kitchen, trying to figure out if his Logan needed to take one or two pills. He sighed, and rested his back against the counter, still trying to read the fine print. Logan walked in, grabbing the back of a chair as if he'd run a marathon. Kendall set the bottle of pills down, and went over to catch his sweetheart.

"You feeling better?" He asked as he pulled a chair out for Logan to sit.

Logan shook his head slowly, inwardly groaned, and looked at his lap.

Kendall didn't exactly get an answer, and he was worried. "So, you can't talk?" Logan shook his head again. He pulled up another chair.

Ken picked up the bottle of pills. "What does your throat feel like?"

Logan shrugged his shoulders and closed his eyes.

"Loges, you gotta tell me, or otherwise this isn't gonna work." He rolled his eyes, remembering the predicament. "Show me, then."

Logan put his hands up to his neck, and made a clawing motion. "Scratchy, right?" Kendall asked, and he nodded.

He put his hand up to his forehead. "Headache?" Another nod.

Logan pinched his nose. "Um…you're… you can't smell?" He shook his head, and changed from that to two hands on his throat to act like he was choking. "You can't… breathe?" Logan smiled as best he could to his boyfriend.

"It says to take two of these." He handed his poor Logie two tablets and a glass of water, and placed a gently kiss on his aching forehead. For a moment the pain seemed to dissipate. Kendall's kisses made everything better.

"Now, you go to sleep. You need to get better."

Logan pointed to the 'BTR' logo on his shirt in protest.

"Work can wait. There's no way you can sing if you can't talk, and you can't dance if you can't breathe. Just go sleep it off." He pointed to their room, and Logan slowly sauntered off.

He turned back once, with his fingers shaped into a heart over his chest. He blew a kiss.

Kendall laughed, and grinned. "I love you, too."

So that was my lame attempt at writing about laryngitis… ugh… that was terrible.

If you guys have any ideas as to what I should do for my next one-shot, tell me. I'm not going to tell you the title of the next one, so if you have thoughts on what the topic of the next one should be, put it in the reviews. I will incorporate it if you ask! Review please!