AUTHOR'S NOTE- Hello all! Man as I've been getting more and more into this archive, I have to say, you guys are good! These fics can get really touching and emotional! Geez, wish mine were that way, JK. Anyway I'd like to ask you a favor this time, whenever you read Kendall's dialogue try doing it in his voice. I do't know if any of you normally do that, its just I don't. So imagine his quick temper, and how he emphasizes on words such as 'we' and 'ourselves.' I think the dialogue would make a lot more sense. Other then that enjoy.
Camille stayed there with Logan for at least six more hours before she had to reluctantly force herself away for an audition. This time however, when she released his hand, he didn't even flinch. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath before heading for the door.
Once there she looked back and sighed, "I could stay here longer," she said softly, "Probably won't get the part anyway."
The guys frowned at her newly lowered self esteem.
"No, go Camille, we'll take care of Logan." Carlos said kindly.
She looked back at the miserable boy, still frozen in terror. Leaving was the last thing she wanted to do, in fact the mere thought nearly brought tears to her eyes. And even if she did all she would think about was Logan.
"You can come over first thing tomorrow morning." Kendall suggested, forcing an upbeat tone in his voice.
Camille glared at him, "First thing after my audition." she corrected, then turned her attention back to Logan, "I promise it will only be a couple of hours." she said definitely and got the usual response.
She sighed and went out the door without another word.
The apartment was silent until Carlos whined, "I miss Logan."
James raised an eyebrow, "What are you talking about, he's right there."
Carlos glared at him, "You know what I mean, I miss him always talking in big words and never being able to understand him."
"Or the way he spazes out whenever something crazy happens." James laughed.
"Or the way he corrects everyone on everything." Carlos said, voice suddenly raising with the humor.
But Kendall didn't join in. It was deeply disturbing that Carlos and James were talking about Logan as if he couldn't hear them, when he was really just a few feet away. But something told Kendall that he really couldn't.
Then Mrs. Knight quietly entered the room and hung the phone back onto the receiver. Kendall immediately noticed her before she spoke up. He also noticed the scared and sympathetic look in her eyes.
"Guys," she said softly, but still getting their attention, "I have some bad news."
Three pairs of eyes were now locked on her, each dreading what she had to say. Each one's ignorant thoughts of, this couldn't get any worse, fading away to something even more dreadful.
She couldn't blame them, she hated herself for what she was about to reveal.
"I called Logan's parents," she started, her voice barely above a whisper, "and they...want him to come home to Minnesota."
"What!?" James cried out first, "But what about the band?"
"What about Logan needing his friends?" Kendall spoke up.
"Mr and Mrs. Mitchell believe that coming back home will help Logan with his...condition, and their prepared to send him off to a place that deals with people like him." Mrs. Knight explained.
"People like him?" Carlos asked.
"You're making it sound like Logan's crazy, and his parents want to send him to an insane asylum!" Kendall yelled.
Mrs. Knight was silent. Getting the message, Carlos and James eyes widened and they were shocked silent, while Kendall ignited.
"Logan isn't crazy!" he exploded, "And sending him to an asylum will only makes things ten times worse!"
"I tried to tell them that but you know how Logan's parents are!" Mrs. Knight yelled back, a little hurt since she felt the blame being put on her, "They want the best for Logan, but they feel like they can't give them him help themselves!"
"Then he should stay here with us! We might not know how to help him either but at least we're willing to try!" Kendall cried back, still in rage, but desperation leaked in his voice.
Mrs. Knight sighed and calmed herself, "Kendall," she started softly, "Logan isn't eating or sleeping, we can't let this continue for much longer or..." she stopped when she saw the boys faces. How could thing go so wrong so fast?
"How long do we have?" Kendall asked, breaking the silence.
Mrs. Knight sighed, "His parents booked his flight for Friday."
"What? That's two days from now, how are we gonna fix him by then?" James started to complain.
Just when Mrs. Knight was about to answer there was a rude knocking on the door. She sighed and left the conversation to go answer it.
"Mr. Bitters?" she asked once doing so.
Mr. Bitters was standing rather impatiently in the hall with a clipboard in his hands.
"Hello," he said in one of his fake hospitality voices and gave her a sarcastic smile, "Could I ask for your participation in a complex wide survey about your experience in the Palm Woods?"
"Umm," she said glancing back to the mess she had temporarily abandoned, "Now's not really a good time..."
"Excellent, it will only take a few minutes." he said pushing her aside and making his way into the apartment.
"Whats this about Bitters?" Kendall asked annoyed.
"Yea we're kind of in the middle of something here." Carlos added.
Bitters hardly acknowledged them,"Question one, how has your room here at the Palm Woods suited you?" he asked.
"Well considering it was basically a overrated portapotty before we had to fix it up, I'd say terribly." James said sarcastically.
"Exceptionally? Why what a nice thing to say!" Bitters scribbled in his notebook, completely ignoring James,"Now how has the manager's hospitality been?"
"You mean that rat who sits behind the front desk was trying to be hospitable?" Kendall spat.
"Astonishingly warm and affectionate? You flatter me." Bitters said once again completely ignoring the boy as he scribbled away.
"Bitters, why are you here if you're just gonna fake a survey?" Katie asked.
Bitters glared to her, "I need your signatures." he said handing the clipboard to Mrs. Knight.
She glared to him, "You disgust me." she growled.
He returned the gesture, "Do it and I'll leave your apartment."
"We don't have time for this!" James cried and snatched the clipboard, furiously signing his name.
They passed it down to Kendall who signed his name and handed it to Bitters with a sarcastic smile of his own, "I hope you get fired."
Bitters glared at him,"Yea well I hope the press releases that one of the members of BTR is a lunatic!" he retorted.
James and Carlos quickly held Kendall back as he attempted to attack the smirking manager.
"Have a Palm Woods day." he said slyly and strutted out the door.
James and Carlos released Kendall and he went to slam the door behind him.
"Here comes the train, Logan, open your mouth to let him in." Carlos coaxed, it was awhile after Bitters left that Carlos decided to make chicken noodle soup and finally get Logan to start eating again. However it was obvious he wasn't doing very well.
He lifted the spoon of warm soup to his friend's mouth, hoping maybe the smell would remind him of how hungry he was. No results.
"Come on Logan, let the train in!" he whined.
"Would you cut it out?" Kendall snapped, he was already sick of everyone babying Logan.
"Dudes, what are we gonna do about the band, BTR is a foursome!" James cried out, "And the fans aren't gonna like us just ditching someone out of the blue!"
Carlos sighed putting the soup down and looking longingly at his silent friend. A rare wave of maturity hit him, "Maybe Logan's parents were right." he said softly but still caused James and Kendall's heads to snap towards him.
"I mean maybe we can't help him." he said sadly.
James looked down at his feet in seemingly agreement. Kendall just looked angry.
"No you're wrong Carlos." he declared in one of his speech voices, "Because we do not give up on each other, and we stick together no matter what."
He must have said this same speech over a hundred times over the course of their journey to fame. He was right, and Carlos and James knew it, but lately it was getting harder and harder to follow.
"But Kendall what are we gonna do? None of us have been able to get through to him!" James asked.
Kendall pondered this a minute, he had a point and they didn't have much time left, "Well Doc Hollywood said that Logan needed to feel safe and normal, so why don't we focus on that?" he suggested.
"Okay, but how do we make him feel that way, I mean we're already in the apartment, the safest and most normal place in Hollywood." Carlos pointed out.
"But that's the thing, Logan doesn't need to be in a place that feels safe and normal, he needs to feel safe and normal."
Carlos and James gave him confused looks.
Kendall sighed, "Look we're all here worrying and swooning him all the time, its probably stressing him out, and Logan's never been one for lots of attention."
"So what your saying is that we have to feel safe and normal to get through to Logan?" James tried to clarify.
"Basically, we need to be ourselves, so Logan can be himself again."
"But how can we do that?" Carlos asked, "Cause I don't know if you noticed but we're all pretty stressed."
"Exactly, but whats the one thing that puts us all at ease?"
James and Carols thought for a minute, then spoke up at the same time, "Hockey!" they cried.
Kendall nodded in agreement and they all split up for their gear.
Logan felt blank, which at this time was a good thing. Camille had managed to clear him of all feelings of fear and despair, however the comfort she brought him wore out as well. He was numb.
It didn't last.
'Pretty interesting stuff going on outside,' came the voice that he now hated.
Logan didn't respond.
'The guys, you know the ones you were ignoring until you tried to kill them, yea they think you're crazy.'
He felt his heart sting in pain, but refused to show it.
Past Logan, obviously not appreciating being ignored raised his voice, 'They're going to send you away, to an asylum, you know where crazy people go!'
Logan closed his eyes and breathed deeply, 'Good, then they'll finally forget about me.'
'You really don't get it, do you?' the voice asked astonished.
'Whats not to get? You're gone and I'm garbage, they're better off without me!'
'But you're not even trying! Their working their butts off to help you and all you do is sit there like the coward you are!'
'I can't!' Logan screamed, tears bursting out of his eyes, 'Every time I move, or try to talk I feel the gun on my neck! I can't do anything I...' he tried to control his cries 'I'm too scared.'
Past Logan, shocked temporarily by the sudden out cry, slowly responded, 'We're going to loose them. They may seem determined now, but they are eventually going to give up on us. And you wanna know why?' he asked.
Logan was crying too hard to answer.
He continued anyway, 'Because you already gave up on yourself.'
AUTHOR'S NOTE- That's all for now, hope you found them in character and please review! It encourages me to faster updates!