James didn't really know how many times he woke up inside the coffin; he had no way how to tell time or how to contact Logan to get him out of here. Surprisingly, the coffin was comfortable, once he got over the fact he was inside a box used for dead people, the darkness wasn't so bad and it was large enough for him to twist, turn, and curl in his sleep. James woke up for what seemed like the fiftieth time to the sound of something clicking and shielded his eyes when he was met with bright light, slowly removing his arm he saw Logan looking down at him with a small smile.

"Good evening, James?"

"Evening?" he sat up and stretched. "It's night?"

He nodded, "yup." He said popping the 'p'. "You've been out for the entire day, how did you sleep?"

"Good actually," he said. "Can I use your bathroom?"

"Sure," James took Logan's outstretched hand and helped him out of the coffin. James took experimental steps before he walked to the door with no problems whatsoever. "The bathroom is at the end of the hallway."

"Thanks," James said as he left the room.

The brunette smiled and walked toward the doorway; he heard the sound of the door opening and closing, he peeked out the hallway to see no sight of James and walked toward the door underneath the stairs. He took out a silver key and unlocked it, he opened the door and got on one knee and patted it, "come out boy, it's time."

After washing his hands and drying them on a towel nearby; he looked at himself in the mirror and touched his cheek. The bandage was still on his temple, giving him a slight itch, but other than that, he had no other marks or injuries on his face. He frowned when he remembered Logan telling him he hit his head hard on something, but if he had shouldn't there be more scars, bruises, and marks? Not that he was complaining, but still…He let the tips of his fingers roam his face and pressing it lightly. There was no pain, but he did feel the itch increase a bit when he lightly prodded his bandage.

He blinked and felt his heart stop and took steps back in fear at the sight before him. The reflection of the mirror showed his skin deathly pale, white as a sheet of paper, his eyes glazed almost looking gray and his sockets looked blue and purple as if they were bruised. His hair was disheveled and lost of color, and he had a large gash oozing with blood on his neck dripping onto the white shirt he was currently wearing.

"Get away," it whispered; its voice scratchy and quiet. "Get away."

James felt a slight throb of pain from underneath his bandaged temple and blinked, the image was replaced with his face, tanned skin, hazel eyes, and a slightly bedridden hair. He placed a hand on his heart and took deep breathes trying to calm himself, it was probably a hallucination from the fall he had. He should ask Logan about it, he seemed to know a lot about injuries, like a doctor. Walking toward the sink he opened the tap and splashed his face with water, keeping his eyes away from the mirror he got the towel and dried his skin, before he left and closed the door behind him.

He went back to the room where the coffins were and was surprised to see the brunette gone. He turned back and looked down the hallway and the stairs, "Logan?"

"In here!" he heard the brunette's voice coming from the living room. He walked toward it to see the brunette with a smile on his face. "Come here."

Cautiously he walked toward him, "What is it?"

"Close your eyes."

"Why?"

"It's a surprise."

Reluctantly he did as he was told and closed his eyes. He heard a few footsteps and a small chuckle, making him curious, "okay you can open your eyes now."

He opened his eyes to see a grinning brunette, "what is the surp-,"

He heard a small bark and looked down to see a small puppy wagging its tail with its tongue slightly hanging from its opened mouth.

He stared at it his lips parted in surprise, without thinking he bend down and gently took it in his arms. The puppy placed its paws on his chest licked his nose and barked, his tail wagging back and forth profusely.

His eyes glazed all of a sudden having a faraway look on his expression. Flashes came across his vision as he sees the small puppy running in the grass, rolling on the rug, playing tug of war, chewing on a squeaky toy, barking at him playfully and heard laughter in the background. "Fox?"

The puppy barked again.

"Fox!" James laughed and hugged him, "I remember! I remember!"

He kissed his head held the puppy close smoothing his fur, while puppy nuzzled his shoulder and licked his cheek, "oh Fox, I can't believe I forgot about you."

James looked up to see the brunette giving him a loving smile that made his heart skip a beat, "thank you Logan."

"Anything to make you smile."

He blushed, "where has he been?"

"He's been outside of the morgue."

His eyes widened at him in shock, "m-morgue?"

"Sorry," Logan rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "I forgot to mention that part. I was hoping that once you felt a bit better I'll give you a tour of my home."

"You live in a morgue?" he asked in disbelief.

He nodded.

"Why?"

"Come on," he began to walk out of the living room. "I'll explain during your tour."

James followed him, the brunette introduced him to the kitchen and the living room, the downstairs bathroom, and the coffin viewing room, where he shows his clients the different types of coffins he has for sale to bury their dead. He was a bit unnerved that the coffin he slept in was inside, but quickly dismissed it and made a mental note to ask him later.

It turned out Logan was a doctor and a funeral director; he owned the town, Adam Hill's, only morgue. He was also a police coroner, he makes autopsies if there were people that did not die on natural causes or are part of investigations. The brunette was widely respected in the community since he went to Harvard and came back to be one of the town's top doctors. His uncle previously owned the morgue, but passed away leaving it for Logan, he took it and lived in it ever since helping people in different ways he can.

James smiled at him at the news and then went to the second floor, Logan made sure to walk behind him to make sure he didn't fall or hurt himself. In the second floor, were his rooms, his study room, his bed room, along with a few guest rooms, and a small balcony. James gasped when Logan opened the doors and stepped out into the night, the brunette's backyard was literally a forest, there were multiple trees some taller and shorter than Logan's home and a small lake reflecting the full moon. "It's beautiful."

He felt arms around his waist and a warm surface on his back, "really? All I see is you."

He blushed, "that is so cheesy."

Logan kissed his cheek, "but you love it-I mean you do-I mean-,"

"I get it."

He felt the brunette pull back and grab his hand. Turning his neck he saw Logan gently pull his hand and followed him to a white long lawn chair, Logan sat first before pulling James toward him and sat between his legs. James placed Fox on his lap and lay back against the brunette's back, once he was comfortable Logan placed his arms around him and began to soothingly rub his arm.

James closed his eyes, relaxing in his touch. He felt like staying in this position for hours, but the nagging feeling in the back of his head was keeping him from enjoying it. He sighed and opened his eyes. "Logan?"

"Yeah?"

"What was the problem we had with my family?" the brunette stopped rubbing his arm.

"Do we have to talk about this now?" he asked concerned, James could have sworn he heard an annoying tone in his question. "Besides you're still recuperating, I don't want to-."

"Yes, I want to know Logan." James tried to sit up, but the brunette was keeping a tight hold on him. "I want to know about my family."

He heard a sigh, "your family….disagreed with our relationship."

"Why?"

"They wanted you to be with a businessman someone that would help their image and increase their wealth, not a person that dealt with handling the dead."

James placed a hand on his, "they don't sound very nice."

"You hate them."

"I do?" he asked surprised.

The brunette chuckled. "Yeah, they were always pissed you would spend most of your time with me than with people they tried to set you up with."

James began to smooth Fox's fur, the pup stretched on his legs at the comfort of his touch as he continued napping.

"Another reason why I made your coffin," Logan continued. "Whenever your parents came over to find you, you would hide in the coffin you always laughed whenever they left after they failed of finding you."

He bit his lip in thought, "what about my friends?" He heard another sigh. "Let me guess they didn't approve of us either."

"I'm sorry."

"Why?" he asked with a frown. "Why did they disapprove of us?"

He kissed his cheek, "they only wanted the best for you James; they just didn't think you'll be better in life with me."

"But you're smart and cute and-," he was cut off by Logan's chuckle.

"You're cute too, Jamie."

He blushed, "so now what?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well now that I'm better I can go back to my life right?"

He was met with silence.

"Logan?"

"You took a pretty nasty fall," he said quietly.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

Logan began to rub his arm again. "It means that you probably won't get all of your memories back."

He surprised the brunette and Fox by sitting up all of a sudden and turned to him. "What do you mean, my memories are gone?"

"Maybe, most likely, yes."

"What about Fox," he looked down at a now awake puppy on his lap. "I remembered him."

"Some will come to you, but most will most likely stay dormant, I'm sorry James." The brunette wrapped his arms around him in a hug.

James felt tears come to his eyes, but he wasn't sad. He didn't really know how he felt at the moment, all he knew was that he couldn't remember his friends or family, but by the way Logan was talking about them it seemed like all they cared about were themselves. Logan wouldn't lie, he liked the brunette and he was the only person that took care of him, if his family and friends cared wouldn't have they come by now. He had been with the brunette for a few days now, they never showed up or even called as far as he knew, Logan would have told him, he seemed genuine and honest and only showed love in his eyes.

Love. His heart froze at the thought of the word. He suddenly felt dizzy and his palms started to sweat, he felt his arms wrap around the brunette and clutch his sweater vest tightly in his fists. He didn't want to let go, he never wanted to be away from him, without thinking he pulled back slightly and stared at the brunette with his lips parted slightly.

"James, I-," he was cut off by his lips. Logan quickly grabbed the puppy gently and placed it on the ground making James move so he was now straddling him. The brunette placed one hand on his hips and the other on his lower back pushing him so their bodies were touching with one another.

They pulled back when the need of air became too great, "I'm sorry." James said, "I didn't know what came over me."

Logan nodded, "it's okay, I wanted to do that too, but I guess you beat me to it."

James smiled and pecked his lips, before he frowned. "What now?"

The brunette knew what he meant this time, "start over; this time you'll have me to help and to take care of you."

"You'll do that for me?"

He nodded, "I love you so much James. I'll do anything for you."

James saw Logan's eyes widened slightly in fear, realizing his confession. "James I-,"

He was cut off by his lips again, "I think I love you too, Logan."

The brunette smiled and connected their lips again, they made out for what seemed like hours before they stopped and just sat together in each other's arms enjoying the night until James fell asleep on his chest. Logan kissed his forehead and carried him out the balcony, down the stairs toward his coffin.

Wow alot of people are curious and I got alot of reviews about this story. Some of themare questions wanting to know more about the story, unfortunately I will not answer them because I don't want to ruin it. There is a reason I labeled this story as Romance/Mystery, you're going to have to read and find out what the mystery is. However I am happy that alot of you guys like this story and are intrigued. Thank you for reading and hope you enjoyed this chapter.