I know this chapter is short. Unfortunately the next one will be too because I only have a small thing planned to happen in it. Anyway, enjoy :) I threw in a little scene at the end for you :P

When he was little, Logan had experienced a lot of strange dreams. Like when he was five and every time he had a snack before going to bed, he had weird dreams about him and Carlos floating around his living room, their toes barely dragging off the floor. Then when he'd had those nightmares for a while and had dreams about hideous deformed faces lunging out at him from the dark corners of his room.

All of these things, as he'd grown older, he'd begun to dismiss. They were impossible, after all. Logic had begun to set in and he could finally see clearly what could and couldn't happen.

Yet here he was, sitting in the living room, with a ghost of his best friend sitting by his side, blonde head tucked comfortably against his shoulder as they both watched TV. Their hands were intertwined on Logan's lap, Kendall occasionally tilting his chin up and giving Logan's neck a small peck. Logan's cheeks flushed every time he did.

This was never something he'd thought to be possible, whether Kendall was alive or dead. Or whatever he was right now; god only knew.

"I wish I could do proper human things," Kendall sighed at last, biting his lip. "Like eat and drink, like you're doing right now. Or talk to the guys or my mom or my sister. Or just, anything."

I know. I know it's hard for you. Logan's arm was slung over Kendall's shoulder, holding him close. If anyone walked in he could just rest it on the back of the couch like nothing was out of the ordinary. But we'll figure something out. I promise.

"Okay," Kendall smiled sweetly, leaning up and giving him a quick peck. "I trust you."

Good. Logan felt good to be trusted. Of course, his other friends trusted him, but something about this was special. Kendall had no one else to turn to, and the truth was that if he was still alive, he'd never be able to prove it without Logan. He felt needed, and important. It also helped that Kendall seemed to be returning his feelings after all this time.

He'd loved him for so long, and his love was finally being returned. It was the most amazing feeling.

"Hey, Logie?"

Yes?

"I'm gonna go back to the garage today," Kendall said. "I know the past two days nothing's has happened, but I wanna try again."

Do you want me to go with you?

Kendall shook his head. "You'll only attract attention. At least nobody can see me."

Okay. Logan pressed a kiss to Kendall's forehead. I hope you find something out.

"I hope so too . . ."

Kendall left the apartment half an hour later, kissing Logan goodbye before he did. As soon as he was gone, he felt empty and alone. Like a huge part of him was missing. Maybe it was just because the ghost of Kendall had been sticking to his side so much. When he was alive they hadn't been as attached, at least not physically; but now Logan felt as though half of himself had left too. As cheesy as it sounded.

"Logan, why are you so nervous?" James demanded. "You're just walking around in circles, literally! Do you not realise that?"

"I'm sorry," Logan sighed at last, stopping and sitting down at the counter. "I'm just . . . I just don't know what to do." Hours had passed since Kendall had left and naturally, Logan was starting to wonder what the hell had happened. He couldn't have been hurt, how could he? He had to be okay . . .

"I know what you mean." They sat in silence for a minute. Then James spoke up again. "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure, anything."

"Do you ever feel like Kendall's still with us?"

Logan choked, eyes widening. "What?!"

"I know it's b-been almost two weeks since he . . . well, you know. But I just, I don't know, something I feel like he's still near me." James's hand wiped at his eyes as he let out a shaky sigh. "I guess he had such a strong presence I can still feel it every now and again."

"I know exactly what you mean," Logan replied honestly.

"Even right now, I just feel like if I turned around, he'd be right there next to me." James sniffed, lip quivering.

"No, don't cry!" Logan said quickly, wrapping an arm round him. "Please don't . . ."

"Logie."

Gaping, Logan looked past James and saw Kendall standing there, looking stricken at the sight of his best friend on the verge of tears. "Say something," he urged. "Please, anything!"

You want me to tell him? He'll think I've lost my mind!

"I don't know, I just hate seeing him like that . . ." Kendall brushed away a tear that had slid down his cheek. "Please . . ."

"James," Logan spoke up at last, rubbing his hand soothingly on the taller boy's shoulder. "Honestly . . . I see him. A lot."

"You do?!" James stared at him incredulously.

"Obviously, I can't be sure if it's real," Logan said quickly, before James could assume too much. "But guess in my head I feel as though it is . . ."

"Does he talk to you?"

"Sometimes. He just keeps telling me that it's okay . . . it's not, but it does make me feel a little better . . ." His eyes drifted past James to where Kendall was standing and giving him a grateful smile.

James saw Logan's gaze diverted from him and quickly glanced around at where Kendall stood, eyes straining to make out any kind of sign. He sighed mournfully when he found none. "I wish I could see him too . . ."

"But like I said, I could be imagining it all—"

"And? I'd prefer that. Really, I would." James stood up, wringing his hands and mumbling that he was gonna go lie down for a while. As he walked past where Kendall stood, the blonde quickly reached out a hand and tried to grab his shoulder. Of course, his hand went right through him, but James started and turned to the side, mouth gaping and eyes narrowed in confusion. He glanced back at Logan one more time, before shaking his head and disappearing down the hallway.

"I hate how much I've upset them all," Kendall choked at last, hands tugging at his hair, distress evident all over his face. "It's not fair."

It's not your fault. Logan paused, getting up and walking down to his room and shutting the door firmly behind him. He sat on the bed and leaned back against the headboard, happy he could finally talk out loud again. "So . . . what did you find?" he asked as Kendall hopped on the bed next to him, snuggling into his side.

"Well, I waited at the garage, like I said I would. I hopped into the van, and one of the guys was there. It was the one we don't know; I never heard his name today either. So I decided to sit beside him in the front so I could see where he was going. He drove a good bit out of town, along these winding roads . . ."

"And?"

"I started to get dizzy."

Logan frowned.

"It's weird, I now. But my vision started to blur and I started to hear things in my head— like screams and sirens and gunshots . . ." Kendall swallowed uncomfortably before continuing in a shaky voice. "I couldn't concentrate on where we were going anymore, it was too difficult. Then, I eventually passed out. And I woke up in the alley where we got attacked."

That sounded wrong to Logan. Really, really wrong.

Kendall woke up in a place where he might have been murdered. Of all places, it had to be there. Why would he wake up there?!

Unless he really had been killed. That he was dead and this whole thing was just him being delusional and hopeful in that annoying positive Kendall way.

"That doesn't sound good, Kendall . . ."

"No, listen! Don't you think it means something that I started to get all strange the further we drove away? Maybe I was getting closer to where they took me—"

"Or maybe getting further away from me," Logan replied weakly. "Or from where you were—"

"No!" Kendall shook him by the shoulders, sheer desperation in his eyes. "Please, just give it a chance! We can try driving there tomorrow, please . . ."

"You sure we'll actually find something?" Logan asked doubtfully.

Kendall bit his lip. "No," he admitted at last. "But I just have a gut feeling, and if we don't try we'll never know."

Logan sighed. "Fine. We'll go, when I get time. The guys might want to try and do something tomorrow, to get their minds off everything."

"Of course, whenever you're ready." Kendall grinned up at him, kissing him gently. "Thank you so much, Logan."

"Well, it's for my benefit too. I want you back as much as the rest of them." His doubts forgotten, Logan chuckled and tightened his hold around Kendall's slim waist. "So I can do things like this in front of them. So people know happy we are."

Kendall's cheeks flushed. "I want that too. I really want that."

Logan pulled Kendall closer, both arms looping around his waist as he kissed him. Kendall kissed back happily, one hand in Logan's hair, the other running down his chest. Their tongues slid together and Logan realised how freaky it was. He was sticking his tongue down a ghost's throat. It was fucking weird. But it was Kendall, so of course, it felt amazing.

Kendall kissed Logan harder, straddling his waist and tilting his head. Logan let out a small moan when he did, unable to help himself. His hands traced down Kendall's back. They gave Kendall's ass a small squeeze and he gasped when in response, Kendall's hips jutted down against his. He felt his pants starting to tighten when he repeated the action, and in response Kendall repeated his.

"I can't believe I'm doing this right now," Logan laughed breathlessly, arms holding Kendall flush against him so he could feel the heat of his body. Then he realised that this form of Kendall had no heat. He didn't seem to feel much at all, not physically. While Kendall pressed his hand down against the bulge in Logan's jeans, there was none in his. It was a little off-putting.

For about a minute. Then Kendall's hands were unbuttoning his jeans and he forgot all about that.

"Kendall," Logan moaned softly, afraid to be too loud in case James or someone even less informed heard him. "Please . . ."

"I'm getting there," Kendall replied, leaning in and kissing Logan's neck as he pulled his jeans and underwear down. Then he took hold of Logan's erection in his hand and started to pump it slowly. Logan gasped. "You're pretty big," Kendall smirked as he took a break from kissing his neck, hand slowly stroking up and down his cock. "I'm impressed; didn't think you had it in you."

"If you don't mind me saying so, I'd kind of prefer it to be in you." Hearing Kendall laugh hysterically at this, Logan grinned and continued, "Either end is fine with me."

"We'll see," Kendall chuckled, speeding up his pumps, thumb brushing over the tip. Logan moaned louder, hips bucking up into Kendall's hand. Kendall laughed, using his free hand to push him down firmly as his other hand kept sliding up and down. At one point, he leaned down and gave the tip a quick lick. Logan gasped, mouth hanging open as Kendall repeated the action, hand still stroking him while the other moved off his hip to play with his balls.

And then Logan lost it, coming over Kendall's hand and face, he shuddered, hips quivering as his chest heaved. Kendall sat up, wiping at his face with the back of his hand. He got up off the bed and reached into Logan's laundry hamper. He concentrated on picking a shirt up, and to Logan's disgust, rubbed the cum off on to it and dropped it back in the hamper. "What if your mom see that?!"

"I'm not gonna leave it all over me," Kendall giggled, jumping back on the bed and tucking Logan's dick back into his boxers, leaving him to pull them and his jeans up themselves. When he did, Logan wrapped his arm around the blonde's waist and pulled him in for a kiss.

"I just got jerked off by a ghost," he laughed breathlessly when he pulled back. "That's something I never thought I'd say."

Kendall smirked, kissing his cheek and tapping him on the nose. "Well, now you've said it." His smirk widened. "Who knows? Maybe when I get my body back, we can do more . . ."

"Hmm, yeah."

If you get your body back.