A/N I know this is long overdue! But I have been sooo busy with my jobs and the holidays coming up so it's hard to work on any of my writing. Sorry! And thanks a bajillion for all of the awesome reviews you all are giving me, it makes me so happy! I'm really not happy with this chapter, it's too rushed in my opinion… But hopefully you all like it? :D

Logan had been in the deepest slumber he'd ever been in. And even though he didn't want to wake up, he forced his mind out of the blissful darkness, because something just didn't seem right.

"K-Kendall," Logan slurred out before his eyes even had a chance to open. He felt so dizzy and disconnected, like his brain had a three-second delay or something. His entire body was numb, too. Logan moaned out and blinked his eyes open wearily, whimpering when subtle light blinded his sensitive pupils. The bed he was in was large and soft, but unfamiliar, as well as the room he was in. It looked like he was in some kind of swanky, cheesy hotel room, not his bedroom which he shared with Kendall. It all seemed like some kind of strange nightmare that he just wanted to wake up from.

"Kendall!" Logan shrieked, immediately panicking. He sat up and nearly fell off the bed when a wave of dizziness hit him full force, and jolts of pain throbbed in his stomach.

"Ahh, ow," Logan whimpered, placing a hand over his tummy to find it naked, save for a piece of bloodied gauze taped to the lower right side.

"Oh my god," Logan whispered, studying the wound in horror. Suddenly, he remembered everything that happened the previous night. He had tried to run away, but regretted it at the last moment, and on the way home, that big man dressed in black had mugged him and stabbed him…

Logan's eyes filled with tears as he looked down at the blood stained gauze covering his bare abdomen. He had been stabbed. What if something vital was hit? How was he even alive? And who came to his rescue? Last night, he had been sure Kendall had saved him… But why would Kendall bring him here, and not home or the hospital?

"Kendall!" Logan yelled out one more time. Well, he tried to yell, but his voice was weak and quiet. He coughed at the force of trying to use his voice, which made his stomach hurt terribly, the knife wound stinging and burning.

To his surprise, the door of the strange room opened and a tall, African young man rushed to Logan's side. Logan stared at him, confused, as his hopes that it had been Kendall who saved him dwindled.

"Wh-where's Kendall? Where am I?" Logan asked tearfully, anxiously, his eyes wide and fearful. He shrunk back on his bed, away from this man he had never seen before.

"Ssh, ssh little one," the man hushed, putting a hand on Logan's chest and pushing him against the silk pillow behind him. His voice was a little bit higher in pitch then most men's voices were, and he had very soft features. His eyebrows were thin and almost looked penciled in, like a woman's, but he wore boy's clothing and no other signs of makeup. "You were mugged last night, they tried to kill you but I found you. I thought you were dead, baby boy," the young man ran his fingers through Logan's hair. Logan flinched away from the gentle touch.

"Where am I?" He repeated. "And who are you?"

The young man paused for a moment, biting on his lip with his ridiculously white teeth. "My home, I took you to my home, not far from where you were attacked, and I fixed you up. I stopped the bleeding on your wound. Luckily the knife missed all of your organs, it wasn't too deep but you're going to hurt for a little bit. The reason why you're feeling so strange is because I gave you some pain medication, so you might be loopy for a little bit. My name is Honey. What's your name, little one?"

Honey? What kind of name was Honey, for a grown male?

"I-I'm Logan," he said hesitantly. He wasn't sure if he should trust Honey. Even in his drug and pain riddled mind, something seemed very off about the whole situation, but he needed help desperately and Honey was the only one around. "I don't feel so good…" Logan wiggled around uncomfortably, whimpering when his stomach protested.

"Don't move around baby, you can start bleeding again," Honey said, putting a warm hand on his shoulder to still him.

Logan blinked dazedly, his mind fogging over with the drugs the man gave him. "Why didn't you take me to a hospital? Did you disinfect the wound?"

"Yes, little Logan. You're taken care of, baby boy," Honey told him sweetly. He tucked Logan's hair back and studied the angelic little boy's pale face. He was such a handsome baby. "You're going to be fine. No more questions. Just rest. Ssh, don't cry…" Honey wiped the tears off Logan's cheek with his thumb.

"I want Kendall," Logan whimpered. Why was he even in this weird room with that creepy man, who was acting as if he was his mother or something? "I'm scared…"

"Ssh, baby boy don't be scared," Honey's voice was soft and comforting as he stroked Logan's hair back with his palm. "I know you don't feel so good, but you're going to be just fine. I'll take care of you. Sssh, ssh…" Honey continued sushing until Logan fell back into his drug-induced slumber. Honey smiled down at the sweet little boy's perfect face. He was so lucky to have found the poor baby runaway, the perfect new addition to his "family."

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Kendall drove to LAX while James stared wide-eyed out the window, searching for any sign of Logan. The streets were bustling with activity, and it was hard to catch more than a fleeting glance at any of the faces that zoomed by his window.

"I'm not seeing him, Kendall," James groaned, a slight whine to his voice. He looked over to Kendall, who had a vice like grip on the steering wheel, his mouth pressed together in a thin white line on his stony face.

"Just keep looking," Kendall said quietly, shakily. He was obviously having an inner emotional turmoil with himself over the disappearance of Logan, but James didn't really know how to comfort him, so he just stared back out the window until they arrived at LAX.

"Come on, let's hurry," Kendall said, parking their car and swinging open the door.

"Wait!" James said, and for a split second, Kendall's heart stopped with hopeful anticipation, that maybe James spotted their little brother across the parking lot, so they could go home and forget that all of this even ever happened.

"What, did you see him?" Kendall asked. James frowned, holding out a knit beanie and sunglasses to Kendall.

"No, Kendall, I was just going to tell you to put these on. We love our fans, but we don't have time to be stopped and bothered until we Logan's with us again."

Kendall cleared his throat and nodded, making quick work in putting on the helpful disguise. His fingers fumbled with anxiety, resulting in the sunglasses dropping to the street with a clang. Kendall groaned with frustration and bent to pick them up, but James already beat him to it.

"Hey, Kendall, calm down. Just breathe. We're going to find him," James said steadily, hands on Kendall's shoulders and sincere, hazel eyes staring into panicking green ones. "Just keep it together, alright bro? The moment you break, I'll break, too, and we can't have both of us down for the count, can we? We'll never find Logan that way."

Kendall sucked in a deep breath to calm his nerves, focusing on James' palms rubbing circles onto his shoulders for a moment before nodding with understanding. James gave him a small, encouraging smile and placed the sunglasses atop Kendall's nose, then pulled down his hat over his ears.

"Good. Let's go find our brother," James said, and they hurried across the parking to the giant building.

The airport was decorated with Christmas cheer, loud holiday music blaring through the speakers as travelers rushed past them in a blur of movement, but James and Kendall didn't notice any of it. Suddenly, the airport seemed so huge and vast. Kendall put his head behind his head, forcing tears to stay back. How would they ever find him in this busy place? Which airline did he even choose? Why couldn't they just find Logan, sitting on a bench, curled up and asleep, so they could carry him home where he would be safe and warm?

"This is impossible, we'll never find him here," Kendall said, feeling dizzy as dozens of hoards of people threatened to knock him over in their bustle to catch their flights.

James wasn't hearing any of it, though. "We will Kendall. Logan's really picky about which airline he flies with, right? Like he's scared of all of the airlines except that one really popular one, what's it called?"

"United Airlines! You're a genius, James!" Kendall cried, pulling on James' arm as he ran to the United gate. He ignored the protests of travelers as he forced himself through the line.

"Sorry, it's an emergency!" James tried to apologize quickly. "Kendall, we can't just cut like this!"

The woman working at the counter stared at the boys, annoyed and confused. "Excuse me, sir, you're going to have to wait in line like-"

Kendall slammed a photo of Logan down on the counter, cutting the woman off abruptly.

"I'm not here to buy a damn ticket, I'm here to find this kid," Kendall said, pointing at the picture of a smiling Logan in a brightly colored sweater vest. "I think he came here last night? Please, can you check your databases to see if a Logan Mitchell bought a ticket early this morning? I'm begging you."

The woman was ready to deny Kendall's request, but saw the tears glistening in his green eyes and paused.

"He's missing and we're afraid something bad happened to him," James continued for Kendall. "He's just a kid. Please?"

The woman sighed and pulled up all the ticket sales since midnight on her computer, taking one last glance at the young teenaged boy in the photo.

"He was in here around 2 AM," the woman said as recognition dawned on her. "I had just started my shift. He bought a ticket for Minnesota."

"Oh thank God," Kendall said. "Did the flight land safely? He should be home now, right?"

"I'm sorry, boys. He never boarded the flight. He left before it took off."

"Left? Left where?" Kendall demanded incredulously. He felt like he was just punched in the gut. For two seconds, he thought he had a lead to where Logan could be, but just like that, it was taken away.

"He just ran out of the airport. I'm sorry boys," the woman said again. "That's all I know. I need you to step out of line now, okay?"

"Kendall, come on," James murmured, pulling his friend along. He thanked the woman on his way out of the line. Kendall stared dully at the floor, his mind a jumbled mess of confusion.

"James, where did he go? He's not home or at the studio, he didn't go back to Minnesota… Where else could he have gone in the middle of the night? Oh God, James what if he's hurt?"

James crossed his arms, biting on his lip thoughtfully. "Kendall, I think we need to call the police now and file a missing persons report and read his journal for any clues. He obviously didn't tell us anything. We have to- to try and decode his cries for help that we overlooked. We have to figure this out."

With shaking fingers, Kendall pulled out his cellphone and made a call he never thought he'd ever have to make in his life. A gruff voice answered on the other line.

"Hello, yes," Kendall choked out. "My names Kendall Knight. I-I'd like to fill out a missing persons report for 17 year old Logan Mitchell…"

A/N Thanks for reading! I'm going to try my hardest to get the next chapter of The Christmas Promise out asap! Reviews make me a happy elf