So, I'm alive! Had a few bumps and bruises with my brain surgery BUT I'm as good as new. Almost. Anyway, It has been over a month and I though I'd give ya'll a long update to make up for it. Hope it made up for the delay.

I don't own the song Right Here Waiting by Richard Marx, which is featured in this story.

Enjoy :)

Chapter Five: Farewell Was Fate

After I read the first few pages of the book, I asked myself a few questions. There was one that stood out the most. Why did they decide not to gather ever again? They seemed really… forgiving, for the lack of a better word. Camille forgave Lucy for sleeping with James, or seemed to have gotten over it pretty damn quickly anyway. James read about Logan kissing Camille just the day before, he didn't seem to be dwelling much on it. Logan didn't report Kendall, even though he knew he could have killed Jo.

And Jo.

Why in the world would she cover for Kendall? He left her to die.

Nobody is that forgiving.

But that brings me to the second most important question; if Jo didn't 'die' that time when Kendall stabbed her accidently…. then when did she die? I also wondered if anybody had anything to do with it besides Camille. Like Logan, maybe?

And Leah, the girl who died yesterday. Who is she? Is she really my sister? And if she was, how did that happen?

And the book… Has anyone else found it before me? How did it get to Jo, then to Leah? How did James let it slip away from him so easily? Is it just the past that holds all the answers? Or is it more….?

Doubts… Questions… Bewilderment… Confusion… Uncertainties… I think the only thing that is true right now is that the existence of this book is dangerous for them. And as long as I keep reading it, it's dangerous for me too.

Present Time

Logan leaned back in his chair; his feet were crossed and raised on the fancy desk in front of him. He turned the page of the chart he was reading in his office in the hospital. It was later that night, after they had buried Leah, and he found himself calling his wife and telling her that he was needed at the hospital and he wouldn't make it home.

It wasn't the first time he felt like he couldn't be home with her. He could be there, physically. But mentally and emotionally? He could not be further away. It didn't happen a lot; there was just those days that he'd remember Camille and what they had together and how he lost it. On those days, he just needed to be alone.

And today… today he had seen Camille. And the impact was so much harder. All the feelings he had always had just came back full-force.

His thoughts were cut off when his cell-phone rang. He got his feet off the desk, sitting up straighter to reach his phone that he discarded earlier on the desk. He looked at the number and sighed when he didn't recognise it. He answered the phone and put it t his ear, supporting it in his shoulder, his hand going back to the chart.

"Mitchell speaking."

Ocean's apart day after day
And I slowly go insane
I hear your voice on the line
But it doesn't stop the pain

He instantly recognised the famous eighty's song. He raised his eyebrows and put the chart on his desk, retrieving his phone.

If I see you next to never
How can we say forever

"Who is this?" He spoke, frowning.

Wherever you go
Whatever you do
I will be right here waiting for you
Whatever it takes
Or how my heart breaks
I will be right here waiting for you

"This isn't exactly funny…"

I took for granted, all the times
That I thought would last somehow
I hear the laughter, I taste the tears
But I can't get near you now

"C-Camille?" Logan said; "Is that you?"

Oh, can't you see it baby
You've got me going crazy

The music stopped and Logan frowned again, hearing the chuckled on the other end.

"Wrong answer." The familiar feminine voice hit his ear and he sighed; "I am surprised though, Logan. I would have thought you moved on. I mean, how long has it been?"

"Too long."

"I cant believe you still love her." He could almost see her shake her head at him; "You got married, had kids, fixed your career and you still haven't manned up enough to get over the woman who had left you time and time again?"

"You know, I don't actually have to put up with you, Lucy. Not right now."

"Okay, okay, I'll stop." He heard shuffling on the other end; "So do you still miss her?"

"Yeah. Sometimes." He shrugged, aware that she can't see him; "It's not like she was a one-night stand, we had years. God, I wish she was a one-night stand."

"At least then you would have had some sort of closure, huh?" He hummed in agreement; "Logan… I know this is going to sound weird but I… can I come over?"

"I beg your pardon?"

"Hey, that was a better reaction than what I was expecting!" He chuckled and she sighed. He could have sworn she sounded more vulnerable than she had ever in years; "It's just… what happened today, it was too much, okay? The CD, the freaky man and the Leah-thing. I don't feel like being alone tonight. And I'll keep my hands to myself! That like, never happens!"

"I'm not even home, I'm in the hospital."

"Emergency?"

"No." He raised a hand to rub at his salt and pepper hair; "I didn't feel like being home tonight. Wear a cheerful face when I just buried an innocent girl, you know."

"You have never been the greatest actor around, I'm aware."

"Nope. That was all you."

"So true." They both laughed; "So? Am I allowed to come and, I don't know, talk?"

"Yeah, humour me. It's not like I have anything better to do."

"Great. I'll be right over."

James turned the channel, relaxing back in his bed. He was channel surfing, trying to get his mind off what happened that night.

There was a knock on his door. He muted the TV; "Come in!"

Jo came in, quietly shutting the door behind her. She walked closer to his bed and stood by it, clasping her hands together behind her back.

"What can I do for you, Jo?"

"I want to know Kendall's address." She replied; "I need… We need to talk."

"Same." He replied; "He didn't move."

"Thank you." She mumbled and walked, heading for the door.

"Don't you think it's a bit late?"

"And don't you think I'm not a kid anymore?" She replied, not turning around.

"Do you still write?"

"Not that this is any of your business, but no." Jo answered; "I have stopped writing a long while ago, right after you all tried to kill me."

She left the room, closing the door behind her. She went down the stairs to the front door and found Camille standing there, now fully dressed in less fancy clothes, rummaging through her handbag.

"Where are you going?"

"Out." Camille replied, fishing out her car keys. She looked at Jo and raised her eyebrows; "You?"

"Out."

Lucy stared at the chess board, trying to figure put an appropriate move for her last few pieces standing. She glanced up to find Logan grinning widely, staring back at her and waiting for her next move. She frowned and picked the King, moving him back unsurely.

Logan chuckled and moved a piece; "Check mate."

"Well, maybe if I moved the king to the right…."

"Not really, he'd be dead anyway." Logan smiled; "This, my friend, is what I call ass whipping."

"That's not fair." She complained; "I thought you'd be out of practice like me, I thought I had a shit at this when we agreed to play!"

"So?"

"So nothing! You just win again!" She huffed in annoyance; "Can't you let me win? Once?"

"No."

"Whatever, that'll just distract me." She smiled; "We were talking about you and Camille. Do you still go to your old apartment?"

"We both do." When Lucy raised her eyebrows at him, he chuckled; "Not together, Luce. I haven't seen Camille in years. I go to keep the place clean; I don't know why she goes."

"How do you know she goes if you don't bump heads?"

"Little dirt by the door, misplaced cushion or occasionally a ruffled bed." He shrugged; "She still goes."

"Wow…" She smirked; "Why did you marry her after everything she's done? Hell, how do you still love her after all that?"

"Why did you marry Carlos?" Logan fired back; "Despite what he had done, despite what you knew he was going to do; you still married him and you were devastated when he died."

"Touché."

"Mhmm." He sighed; "So… Let's not talk about them? Because I really don't want to kick you out."

"Deal."

"Can I get you anything to drink from the cafeteria downstairs?"

"Tequila."

"It's a cafeteria, not a bar."

"Lemonade."

"I should've known." He shook his head and chuckled; "Lemonade always have been your favourite."

"Now more than ever."

Kendall sighed in frustration, letting the paper he was holding fall into the mess around him on the couch. He picked the last, already opened, envelope on the small coffee table and pulled a paper out. He skimmed it with his eyes before throwing it towards the pile of paper around him.

He picked his cell phone and dialled a number and waited. It rang quiet a few times before the groggy voice finally greeted him.

"Agent Smith." He greeted.

"I don't care I woke you up, I'm still up myself."

"Look, a young girl was admitted to the private hospital in Beverly Hills."

"Yes, the one owned by James and Camille Diamond."

"She was admitted by their son, hr name is Leah. I need every single bit of information that has ever been documented about her and I need it tomorrow, bright and early, in my office."

"I don't give a fuck if you go now; I need it ready by the time I come. Make it happen."

He disconnected the call and stood up, walking to the door to his apartment. He picked his car keys and walled from a medium-sized bowl, placed on a table by the door, opening the door.

He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw Jo, frozen in her spot, with her fingers just a few millimetres away from the door-bell.

"I was coming for you." He mumbled, stepping back and allowing Jo in. The second she was in, he closed the door, pocketing his phone and other belongings; "I'm not letting you go this time without knowing what happened to my child."

"Is this your 'Welcome Back' for me?"

"Let's not beat around the bush, you didn't exactly come back from a long trip." He glared; "You're back from the dead, Jo, literally. The back from the dead thing? Yeah, we'll come to that at some point. Right now…. You're not going anywhere before I find out whether what you wrote me in those letters was true or not. Where you fooling me all those years or not? Did my daughter die all years ago or was she the young woman I buried just a few hours ago?"

"You still have those letters?"

"JO!" He yelled; "God damn it, woman, just answer me! Is Leah my daughter?!"

"No."

"Then who the hell is she?!"

"You do understand that you and I are the two that will be getting the most harm out of this, right?" Lucy shrugged; "Jo's supposedly dead and Kendall isn't a public figure. Nobody cares for businessmen and their wives so James and Camille will be in the clear. Meanwhile, I'm an actress and you're a public hero. We're so fucked."

"Let's be more specific here, shall we? I'm getting the most harm out of the blackmailing thing, like I always do." Logan sighed; "You, Hollywood people, you build lives on rumours. Stuff like that helps your popularity."

"No way." She insisted, drinking a bit of her lemonade; "Hollywood's scandals are different. Who married and who got divorced and who adopted a puppy. They are different than the past's scandals; ones that we were so sure were buried and done with. Those will be my doom."

"It's a curse." He shook his head; "It'll keep haunting our asses forever. There's no getting rid of it."

"I just don't understand." Lucy crossed her legs, cradling the glass of lemonade in her hands; "If Jo is so sure the book was with her all that time until Leah came across it, who would have read it and is now blackmailing us? How did they read it?"

"You said it yourself, Leah found it." Logan shrugged; relaxing on the couch in his office, his head settled on one of the arms while his legs fell across the other; "How can you be sure Leah didn't give it to anybody else?"

"Maybe." She shrugged in return; "But it's pretty clear whoever is doing this has taken 'hating our guts' to a whole new level. I wonder which one of us pissed them off."

"My money is on James." Logan said and Lucy laughed, shaking hr head; "What I do want to know though, is what they want. The voice didn't say anything about what they want in return. Is it still considered blackmail if they don't want anything in return?"

"I don't know."

There was a knock on the office's door and they both looked up. Logan had locked the door when he came back from the cafeteria, knowing that he would be paged if he was needed.

"You're waiting for someone?"

"At two o'clock in the morning? No, I usually do my meetings in the daytime." He straightened up on the couch and yawned then he stood up and adjusting his black scrubs; "Nobody even knows I'm in the hospital, except my wife."

He heard Lucy chuckled and he ran a hand through his hair, making his salt and pepper hair more presentable.

He walked through the huge office and unlocked the door, opening it.

"I just knew I'd find you here."

Lucy's eyebrows raised at the familiar voice.

"Camille." Logan greeted.

"How are you?" Camille asked, a small, sad smile gracing her lips.

"Aaaaaaaaaah, welcome, Camille!" Lucy greeted, making her presence known to the brunette; "Nice of you to join us!"

Camille, who hadn't seen Lucy yet, raised her eyebrows at Logan. In return, the doctor shrugged and let her in.

"Hey, Lucy." Camille said, stepping in, Logan closing and locking the door after her; "Wow, you really haven't changed, it's like I have just seen you yesterday instead of a few years."

"Why would I change?" Lucy chuckled; "What are you doing here, anyway? Shouldn't you be with James? Or is it normal for you to visit your ex-husband, who happens to be the man you love, at those weird hours of the night? Is James cool with that?"

Camille chuckled; "I can never really beat you in comebacks now, can I?"

"Only a few people have managed that."

"Hey!" Logan cut off Camille before she replied to Lucy; "If you two are gonna bicker, go do it somewhere else, okay?" He turned to Lucy; "There's no need for your crap, okay? Camille, just like us, has had the same rough night."

Lucy nodded and crossed hr arms.

"Where's your cell-phone?" Camille asked Lucy.

"Why?"

"Can't you just get it?"

Lucy rolled her eyes, picking her purse off the coffee table and fishing out her phone. She held it up to Camille; "Now what?"

"Look through it, see how many missed calls are there from me."

"Oh…" Lucy trailed off, a blush covering her face in embarrassment; "It was on silent, I didn't notice."

"Are you sure she died?" Kendall stressed; "Because I can't…. I can't believe you right now, when you have lied to me before."

"How can I make you believe me?"

"A DNA test, maybe?"

"How?" Jo asked, frowning; "She's already buried…."

"So?" He said; "All we need to do is pull a little hair off, it'll only take me a few hours to dig hr up and rebury."

"That's… No!" Jo shook her had violently; "We aren't digging her up! Can't you just leave her alone?!"

"Fine." Kendall replied; "I'll do it on my own."

Jo watched in panic as Kendall slammed the door behind him, leaving her alone in the apartment they once shared. She cursed under her breath, pulling her phone from her pocket, speed dialling a number.

"Camille? We have a major problem here."

James frowned as he listened on the other side. He had always had a couple of his men tailing Camille for years. Wherever she goes; they go. He was definitely surprised when his men informed him she had gone to Lucy's home and then to Logan's hospital.

"Are you sure?"

When the reply came back affirmative, James ordered the man to stay on her tail. He ended the call and dialled another number.

"Jared? Prepare the car for me, would you? And then come and get me down in ten minutes. Hurry up."

Never more thankful that his driver lives in a small cabin on his property, James wheeled away, wanting to dress up in record time.

"Why would you even go to Kendall's?" Camille asked. They were all in Logan's office. Logan had taken his place, lying back on the sofa. Lucy took the chair that was to his right and Jo was sitting on the one to his left, her hand rubbing her temple. Camille was the only one standing, leaning against his desk.

"Same reason you came here." Jo replied; "It's obvious I wanted some company, and no offence but James isn't exactly my favourite person to be around."

"I think Kendall is doing right." Lucy piped up; "I mean, Leah's parents are still a mystery. If she was Jo's, she could be Logan's or Kendall's and if she was Camille's then she most definitely is Logan's. They deserve to know. And this secret, the one you two insist to keeping as your own, will eat all of us alive. We won't even be able to focus on the blackmail thing."

"I would have sided with Lucy if Leah wasn't buried yet." Logan said; "But she is. Digging her up isn't right, can't he just let her rest in peace? And can't we stop for a second and be a little bit more sensitive. The mother is either Jo or Camille; don't you think it's enough for them to have to watch the daughter die and bury her six feet under? Do they really have to stand by and watch as she's being dug up in the same night?"

"Lucy wouldn't understand that, Logan." Camille said, tears swelling in her eyes; "Lucy gave up her own flesh and blood for her career, didn't she?"

Lucy stood up, dumbfounded. She turned to look at Camille; "Why? Why would you bring that up? Why that?"

The tension in the room was cut by the knocking on the door.

"Kendall?" Jo suggested.

"James." Camille said. Logan sat up to go and open the door and she stopped him, walking over to get it herself.

Camille opened the door and James rolled himself in, fully expecting to find his wife alone with Logan. He frowned at Lucy and Jo, waiting for Camille to re-lock the door.

"Isn't it clear that this night is fully intent on getting us together?" James spoke, looking around; "Where's Kendall?"

Jett closed the door to his room, making sure his father was already out. He ran to his window, watching as Jared lifted James into the car, folding his wheelchair and putting it in car.

Making sure his father was out of sight; Jett closed the curtains, opening the top drawer of his desk. He picked the book and placed it on the desk and sat down. He opened it to where he had stopped and started reading.

He had to figure this out himself…

February, 1986. One day after the confrontations in the hospital.

James had fallen asleep after reading in the book the day before. He spent a few hours in the public library the day before, trying to find anything about any similar incidents.

He woke up the next day on his living room couch. He sat up, the book falling to the floor beside him. He groaned and picked it. He went to his father's office, leaving it in the bookshelf there, just where he had left it the day before.

He went upstairs to him room and changed, he had to get to the hospital fast.

Logan woke up at the sound of the door opening. He sat up in his chair, pulling the jacket he used as a cover off of him. He turned around and saw James walk in.

Apparently, the sound of the door had also woken everyone else. Kendall was stretching and working out some knots in his back from sleeping on the floor, Camille was up and rubbing at her eyes, her arms sore from resting her head on them all night. Lucy was already sitting up on the couch, running a hand through her messy hair while Jo didn't try to move, with the fear of increasing the stinging pain in her side.

"Good morning." James greeted.

"Where have you been yesterday?" Camille asked; "You said you'll be back."

"Sorry." He apologised sheepishly; "My dad called from his vacation, asked me to take care of some work." He turned to Jo and smiled; "Glad your doing fine now, Jo."

"Thank you." Jo smiled back.

"You love her, don't you, Kendall?" James said, pointing to Kendall's sleeping arrangement on the floor; "Sleeping right by her, huh?"

"Of course." Kendall said.

"Yeah…" James trailed of and shook his head, turning to Logan; "Can we talk?"

Logan nodded and they both excused themselves, leaving Lucy and Camille to exchange a knowing look.

James hadn't addressed Lucy at all.

Jeff and Brooke Diamond cut their vacation short. Jeff had business to take care off and had decided it would be best if he came home, only resulting in a grumpy Brooke.

Knowing that James had probably sent the maid, the cook and the driver home the second Brooke and Jeff left, they called the three servants to tell them they would be back, forgetting to inform their own son.

Jeff pushed the front door open, letting Brooke and the servants, who were carrying the couple's bags, in. Brooke's eyes had immediately widened, spotting the big red spot on the otherwise clean carpet. It was blood from James's prank, not that she actually knew that.

"What the…?" She trailed off and walked further in; spotting the empty bottles of soda and the havoc in the living room from the guy's hangout two days before. "That'll teach me not to ever go on a vacation again." She mumbled and turned to the servants; "I want this mess up!"

"Calm down, Brooke." Jeff said and smiled; "We knew this was going to happen either way, there's no need to lecture him."

Brooke ignored Jeff and kept giving orders; "And this is the last time I'll say this, when we travel again and James told you to go, don't go! Stay and keep this place clean!"

"What now?" Logan said and chuckled at James; "Book and writing in blood. James, are you high?"

"No, the book!" James said; "There was writing in it yesterday, with blood. That's how I saw it, blood was dripping out of it, Logan!"

"You are a well-educated man." The shorter brunette said; "You can't honestly tell me I should believe you, right?"

"Come on, Logan!"

"Hey, calm down." Logan chuckled, despite the serious look on James's face; "It's nothing, okay? Seriously, man, you're the oldest out of all of us."

James frowned and looked around the waiting room, where they were standing. He looked at Logan and whispered; "Kendall was the one who stabbed Jo, and you know that. He had to tell you yesterday when you confronted him about the bottle of sleeping pills in your trashcan."

"How the hell did you know that?!"

"Like I told you, it's that cursed book!" James said; "I thought it was all fun and games, but it's different, Logan, this is actually happening!"

Brooke entered her husband's office. She was walking around her villa, looking for anything else James might have messed up.

She frowned at the pool of red liquid on the floor, and frowned even more when she saw its source. She called one of the servants in and asked them to clean up the mess her only son has made and to throw away the book, not caring about it's contents.

Or the chain reaction she had just started…

Half an hour later, James opened the front door to his house, Logan right behind him. They both stopped dead in their tracks when they saw James's parents sitting in the living room. Jeff was sipping his coffee, reading the daily newspaper while Brooke was reading whatever magazine she was reading.

The second they heard the door, Brooke discarded the magazine and crossed her arms.

"Hi, mum. Dad." James said, a smile on his face; "Why are you early? Thought you'd be away for two more weeks."

"I had to come back, I had business and your mum didn't want you to stay alone for long." Jeff said, adjusting his glasses, not taking his eyes away from the newspaper; "Hello, Logan."

"Hi, sir."

"Stay alone?" James chuckled; "I'm not a kid, mum."

"You're right." Brooke said; "You are even worse than a kid. Didn't I teach you to-"

"No, no, no." James cut her off, not really eager to witness his mother go into full lecture mode on him when he was almost thirty; "Mum, I really have no time for this." He turned to Logan; "Come on."

James led the way to the office, Logan nodding respectfully to the couple on the couch before following his friend. When they got to the office, the taller brunette frowned, sure that he didn't clean the bloody mess on the floor or the desk.

He walked to the shelf, looking through the books there, and then he went to the desk and opened all the drawers, cursing under his breath.

"Where is it?"

Logan sighed; "You didn't bring me here for another prank, did you?"

"No, I swear not." James shook his head, "I told you."

"So? Maybe Kendall told you over the phone."

"Why would Kendall out himself?" James asked; "And what would I gain from doing all of this?"

"When did you ever do anything that you'd benefit from?" Logan shrugged; "Your life is all fun and games and pranks, why would this be any different?"

"But not about something this serious, Logan."

"Then where is the book?" Logan asked.

James sighed and shrugged, looking around the room. His eyes widened for a second before he sped out of the room towards the living room.

"Mum, there was an old book in dad's office, have you seen it?"

"Yeah." Brooke said dismissively; "I threw it away, it was a mess."

"What the hell do you mean 'threw it away'?!"

"It means that I threw it away, James." Brooke said and glared at James, "It looked like a mess with red ink flowing everywhere. Just buy yourself another copy."

"Who said that I'd ever find another one?!"

"Don't raise your voice at me, James!" Brooke scolded; "You are still living under my roof, do you understand that? And you'll find another one; if you can afford it then you can find another one."

"You don't understand!"

"JAMES!" Jeff yelled, cutting the argument; "Don't talk to your mother like that! You still live under our roof!"

James groaned and Logan stepped up, grabbing James by the elbow and pushing him out until they both were standing in the enormous front garden of the villa. He finally let go of the other man when they were far enough and out of ear-shot.

"So?"

"I swear it's not a prank, Logan." James insisted; "I swear that everything I told you is the truth."

"Imagine the huge catastrophe we would have been in if it was true…."

"Would have?" James repeated; "We're still in it!"

"If the book really wrote what happened then losing it is the best thing that has ever happened to you. Nobody knows who we are, if they ever found it, there's no way they'd link it to us, or even make the connection that what was being written was actually the truth." James sighed, walking down the stairs and sat down. Logan sat beside him and continued; "If anything, it's for the best. Do you understand what it would be like to have a book that told our future? It's a bless that we can never tell what will happen to us, having that book is a curse. If you still had it, it would have become an obsession."

"Then the rest have to know."

"Of course not." Logan shook his head then raised his eyebrows; "Unless…. Unless this is one of your pranks an you want the complete reaction…"

"I swear it's not!" James yelled.

"Then we keep it between us." The other man decided; "We keep it a secret, there's no need to tell the others that their every move is being documented. That's bad enough without them knowing." Logan watched as James ran his hands through his brown locks. He patted his friend's back; "Just calm down, forget about it and go apologise to your mum, okay?" James nodded and stood up to go back in but Logan stopped him; "What did the book write about me?"

Knowing Logan was trying to find out whether he knew about the exchange when he accompanied Camille home two days ago, James shrugged; "Nothing about you, it wrote about Camille though."

Camille chuckled slightly at something Lucy had said. They were all scattered around the room, with the exception of Logan and James. Jo's mum, who went home the day before and joined them again today, was sitting on the chair beside her daughter, watching the group of friends as they interacted.

There was a knock on the door and a doctor in his late forties stepped in.

"How are you doing today, Miss Taylor?"

"Better, doctor." Jo replied.

The doctor nodded, he then looked at the other occupants of the room; "I have to ask you all to step out, I would like to talk to my patient."

"Is something wrong doctor?" Jo's mother asked, standing up in alert.

"Nothing is wrong, I just want to talk, ma'am."

They all nodded and reluctantly left the room. The doctor waited, a smile on his face, until the door was shut and he was in the room alone with Jo.

"I didn't want to talk in front of them." He said; "I'm pretty sure none of them have any idea of what we found in you blood tests."

Jo nodded in understanding; "What are you going to do about it, doctor?"

"If I was planning to tell your mother I would have, I wouldn't have asked her to leave." He replied with a small smile.

"I can't thank you enough."

"I don't want any 'thank you's." The doctor replied; "You are going to be released in a couple of days. Then you'll come back for a full check up in three weeks, I want your results to be different by then, okay? Because if it wasn't, I'm going to have to tell her."

Lucy had excused herself the second the doctor asked them to leave the room. She walked through the hallways of the hospital, her eyes moist and tears threatening to fall. She spotted Logan making his way through the hallway, on his way to Jo's room.

Not wanting him to figure out that she was on the verge of breaking down, she kept her had low and mumbled a 'Hey' when she passed by him. Thinking he missed the look on her face, Lucy sighed in relief, only to gasp when she felt his hand on her shoulder, stopping her.

"Lucy, what's wrong?" He asked; "Is Jo okay?!"

"Jo's fine, nothing is wrong." Lucy replied without turning around, trying to walk away from him.

"Then why are you crying?"

"I'm not crying, there was something in my eye." Lucy said, still looking the other way.

"Hey, don't lie to me." Logan said, gently turning her around to face him; "What's wrong?"

"I'm just sick of this." She snapped; "And I can't take this anymore."

"Come on." Logan said and offered her his hand, which she took immediately. He ushered her through the halls of the hospital to the somewhat empty waiting room. He sat down and motioned to the chair to his left, and she sat down. "So?" He started again; "What's going on with you?"

"I don't like being alone, Logan." Lucy said; "Kendall and Jo have each other, Camille has James and yet she somehow manages to get you too. It's just not fair."

"Camille doesn't have me, Luce." Logan shook his head; "She doesn't own me."

"But you still love her, way more than I have ever loved James." She shrugged; "I like you, and I've liked you for a while. But for some reason, you're so caught up in her to even realize my feelings for you."

"You know I have feelings for you." Logan said, looking away; "I won't say they are as… intense.. as my feelings for Camille, but they're close. You also know that I would love to be with you and explore those feelings further, but I can't. Your career choice is not something that would suit my life style."

"How so?"

"I'm a surgeon, my time is not my own." He shrugged; "If I was paged in the middle of the night, I'll be there. If my boss called on my day off, I'll still go. I won't be home as much as I would have liked. Maybe later, when I'm a fellow, but not right now. In fact, not for years."

"And why does my career choice doesn't fit, exactly?"

"You want to be an actress, Lucy, I can't hold you back from doing what you love." He turned back to look at her; "You'd want me to accompany you to award shows, red carpet events and all those sort of things and I won't be able to, and you won't like it. You'll be travelling all the time for filming and I'll be at the hospital all the time. Our careers just don't work together."

"So you're trying to tell me, that if we were to be together, the only barrier would be our careers?" Lucy asked; "And not your love for Camille?"

"God, can you forget about Camille?" He asked; "Yes, that is exactly what I'm saying."

"Then fine."

Logan frowned; "Fine, what?"

"Fine, a career change for me won't be that bad." She shrugged; "I haven't landed a role yet, my career hasn't even started. But yours has. So fine, I choose you over acting."

"I wasn't giving you an ultimatum, I was jus-"

"I know." She cut him off and smiled; "But I still choose you."

"Are you sure?"

"Dead sure."

"That's it." Camille said, zipping Jo's bag closed. It was about four days since Jo was admitted and she was being released today, finally. "We're not forgetting anything."

There was a knock on the door and Kendall walked in. Camille raised her eyebrows at him. He hadn't visited Jo for two days, he hadn't even returned after the doctor asked to speak with Jo alone. Camille found that unsettling, especially with the look of guilt he was sporting right now.

"Hi, Camille." He greeted quietly, and she returned the greeting before he turned to Jo; "How are you feeling today?"

"Why do you care?" Jo snapped, refusing to look at him and preferring to fix her gaze on a spot behind him on the wall.

"What? I'm just asking how you're feeling."

"Don't." She finally looked at him; "And don't try and play innocent here, please. I really don't want to see you right now; I can't stand looking at you."

Camille frowned and looked between the two of them. She didn't know what was wrong, last time she saw Kendall he was by Jo's side. She didn't know what went wrong in those couple of days.

"Sorry, Kendall." Camille said, eyeing Jo weirdly; "She's still not feeling well and all. You should come by tomorrow night at James's, we're throwing a little gathering for her finally being released and all."

Kendall nodded, his eyes still fixed on Jo. He finally sighed and left, not uttering another word to either women. Waiting until the door was shut, Camille turned to Jo.

"What was that all about? What happened?" Camille sat beside her on the bed. "I don't understand."

"It doesn't matter." Jo shrugged; "What really does, is understanding what will happen."

"Meaning?"

"Meaning, I never loved Kendall. Being together was wrong from the very beginning." She turned to look at Camille; "We're not meant to be together, and I should have made the decision to leave him a long while ago."

"Is there anybody else?" Camille asked. Jo was taken back for a second, before looking down with a small smile, a pink blush making its way to her face. Camille grinned; "Who? It is someone we know?"

"Logan." Jo said, turning to look the other way to hide her blush, completely missing the smile vanishing from Camille's face.

It was the day of the party and James came home not feeling up to it. He was in one of the meeting with his rich friends. They have contacted a few more poor families and they needed money, almost double what they usually need for helping the families. He wrote a check and was thinking of an excuse to say to his father, hoping the old man wouldn't even find out.

He opened the door to his villa with a sigh. He walked in and found a paper, tapped to one of his mother's antiques.

Business emergency, had to travel.

James shook his head at his parents' short message. Those trips had started when he was barely six, he was left with the servants and sometimes, his mum would hire a baby sitter. He got older and their notes started getting shorter and shorter.

He crumbled the paper and threw it away on his way to the staircase.

He had to get ready.

"How do I look?" Jo asked, running her hand through her hair; "Do I look okay?"

"Perfect." Camille replied with a smile, looking at Jo's reflection in the mirror.

Jo nodded and turned around to face Camille; "I want to tell Logan today." She blushed; "I am going to tell him today."

"Just do what makes you happy, okay?" The brunette replied; "Regardless, just try and be happy."

Jo's mum poked her head in and informed both of them that Kendall was outside, hoping to talk to Jo for a minute. Jo followed her mum out, leaving Camille alone to run a hand through her own brown hair, the uneasy smile she had been faking finally leaving her face.

Jo found Kendall sitting on the living room couch, fiddling with a small box in his hands. The blonde waited until her mum disappeared into her room before clearing her throat, making her presence known.

"I thought we told you we didn't need a ride." She said and sat on the armchair next to the couch.

"I'm not here to pick you up." He replied. He sighed and opened the box he had in his hand and put it on the small coffee table, sliding it towards her.

"And what is that exactly?" Jo asked, her eyes widening slightly at the Diamond ring that was staring her right in the face.

"I want us to go to this party while we're engaged."

"You're out of your mind." Jo shook her head; "You try to kill me, you have no sense of decency to even call for an ambulance. And for some reason you didn't get the memo when I didn't return your calls or hung up on you the last few days? You have got to be blind."

"I'm not blind, Jo, I was scared." Kendall said; "I love you, you know that you're the only woman I've ever loved."

"That's why you tried to kill me?"

"You know that it was an accident, you know how it went." He replied; "You can't hold an accident against me."

"I'm not." Jo shrugged; "This is why you are in my home, because I didn't hold it against you. We're talking because I didn't hold it against you. I faked a damn robbery to protect you because I didn't hold it against you." She closed her eyes, fighting not to raise her voice, aware of Camille's and her mum's presence in the apartment. "I know it was an accident, Kendall, but there's only so much I can forgive. And this accident proved to me we just weren't meant to be."

Kendall clenched his fists tightly, watching as Jo closed the box, sliding it back his way.

Camille was all smiles, cutting the cake James had bought to celebrate Jo's release from the hospital. She cut another piece, almost dropping it before it landed in the plate. Lucy, who was sitting between Logan and Kendall, stood up to help her.

Camille glanced at the empty space beside Logan, then to Jo giving her an encouraging smile. She knew that Jo was one of the best people she had met and she believed that Logan deserved nothing but the best, especially after everything Camille had put him through.

She was done cutting and distributing the cake and she turned to see Jo still in her place. She sat next to her and nudged her, giving her another reassuring smile. Jo stood and walked to the space between Kendall and Logan, crushing the blonde's hope when he thought she was coming to talk to him.

"Logan?"

"Yeah?" He asked, cutting his conversation with James about some game, giving her his full attention.

"I was hoping that we could talk." Jo said; "You know, in private?"

"Yeah, absolutely." He said and stood up so they could talk. He was about to help her up when Lucy popped behind him.

"Logan? Now?"

"Okay." He replied with a smile and turned to Jo; "Just give me a second, okay?"

"Y-yeah, sure." The blonde said and watched as he rounded the couch, so he was now standing by Lucy's side.

"Guys, we have news." Logan said, turning to smile at the woman by his side.

"Logan and I are dating!"

The new couple was involved in hugs and congratulations by James and Kendall, while Camille gave Jo a sympathetic smile before congratulating them. Jo stood up abruptly to leave the room but Kendall's hand stopped her.

She was trapped between the table and the couch, and had no choice but to stand helpless as Kendall got down on one knee, presenting her with the ring. Their friends, unaware of Jo's problems with Kendall or mistaking her covering for him as forgiveness, cheered for both of them as Kendall slipped the ring on her finger.

He stood up and hugged her, but she squirmed away from his embrace, mumbling something about needing to go to the bathroom, Camille excusing herself before following her.

"Always love surprises, don't you?" James smirked.

"I already talked to her mum, she said yes, nothing should stop me now." Kendall replied with a smile.

"Congratulations, Kendall." Logan grinned; "Wish you both all the best."

Meanwhile, in the bathroom, Jo sat on the toilet, her arms wrapped around herself, silent tears escaping her eyes. She looked up when Camille walked in through the door she had left open, knowing only Camille would follow her.

She stood up and accepted the comforting hug the brunette was offering, tears still rolling down her cheeks.

"Lucy…" She sniffled; "Lucy, Camille? He chose Lucy?"

"Yeah." Camille replied with a distant look on her face; "Lucy."

Present Time, One Hour After James Got To Logan's Office.

"Why would I lie to you?" Kendall crossed his arms, leaning against James's wheelchair; "I dug up and I didn't find her."

"You're sure you were at the same exact spot?" James asked, his hands resting on his legs.

"Of course." Kendall said, "I wouldn't be freaking out if I wasn't sure, I would have called to make sure of the spot, James."

"This is so bad." Camille said, running a hand through her hair.

"What do we do now?" Logan asked, spinning around in his chair, behind the desk.

Jo sighed; "Why is this happening to us?"

"We're having some of our bad days." Lucy said; "But this time it comes with a corpse and investigation. Which I'm sure none of you want."

"We have to remove all the evidence that could prove this night ever happened." James decided; "Camille's old apartment has to be cleaned, we can't risk having Leah's fingerprints their, if anybody managed to link her death to the place. We are lucky Jett admitted her to our hospital; we'll get rid of her chart and anything that could have had anything to do with her. Now…. Alibis?"

"You and I threw a party." Camille said; "You guys have to figure out some alibis."

One hour later, Camille's old apartment had been cleaned by the five of them. They had agreed to go back to James's villa and to spend the night there, neither wanted to be alone for the night.

Big mistake…

April, 1986.

It was almost two months later when Lucy broke and confessed to Logan that letting acting go wasn't as easy as she thought it would be. She told him she had gone to an audition and that she had landed the part. They parted on good terms.

Somewhat, anyway…

But now that they weren't together, everything went back to the way it was. Almost.

Jo had been avoiding Kendall. She'd make her mother tell him she wasn't there when he came by and would keep her landline open and busy all day to avoid his calls. Lucy went back to her acting and chasing parts left and right, while James stayed unemployed. Camille had picked up the habit of calling Logan's number everyday and playing slow, romantic songs and letting him listen, not saying a single word.

It had been one of those days and James kept calling Logan frantically. The line busy tone kept greeting him until finally, almost an hour later, Logan picked up.

"Logan! What the hell is wrong with you?!"

"I've been trying to reach you for an hour!"

"Why am I angry?! I'm not angry, I'm furious!"

"I'm furious because some guy called me and told me he had the book!"

That was it for now. I hope you guys have enjoyed this. And I understand that the 'everybody loves Logan' thing isn't all that great, but it'll work in favor of my plot and the plans I have for him. My plans are pretty bizarre. So... I can't promise a fixed date to update, but I hope it will be soon. I have to balance a lot of things on my plate, my studies, physical rehab and everything, so I'm sorry in advance.

I'll see you when I see you!

-J