Logan had known he was going to wake with a stiff neck. Sleeping on the couch had not helped his condition any, and he couldn't help groaning as he sat up and tried to stretch.

"Logie?" James' head popped up from the floor.

"Hey," Logan grimaced in greeting, rubbing the back of his neck. His head wanted no part of turning left or right.

"You ok?" James whispered.

Neither of them wanted to wake Carlos, who was dead asleep on the other section of couch. As Logan feared, he had taken Kendall's appearance the hardest, breaking down to the point that James had to take him from the room, and Mrs. Knight call Kelly to get them a ride. Logan hadn't witnessed this, but had been filled in by Mrs. K when she had gently woken him from his nap at Kendall's bedside to send him home with the other two. He'd been ready to protest, shaking off his grogginess, when a look in Kendall's direction made his heart rise for the first time that day. Katie had climbed onto the bed and was snuggled up against her brother, fast asleep. Following his gaze, Mama Knight placed her hands on his cheeks and kissed his forehead. "This is thank you," she smiled, "for making that possible. Now go home. Take care of poor Carlos and James. I'll call you."

Logan blushed as he recalled the moment. Carlos seemed to have cried himself out by the time the limo returned them to 2J, but he was still red-eyed and shaky. James made dinosaur chicken for all of them, and they gathered on the couch to talk a little more before they had started making phone calls. Jo. Camille. Their moms. Gustavo had called, sounding human, and Logan updated him as best he could. Kelly came by with a tray of sandwiches, and it took almost as long to settle her down as it had Carlos. The entire afternoon their phones buzzed and tweeted as word spread and friends asked for updates or sent well wishes. Camille stopped at the apartment, but only long enough to hug Logan and assure him that she'd take care of Jo, and that she had told the other Palm Woods residents to give them breathing room. Logan didn't think twice about kissing her, hard.

The afternoon was shading into evening when Mrs. Knight brought Katie home, reporting that everything looked the same and Kendall had been moved upstairs to the neurology ICU. She took time to give them all a hug before grabbing a sandwich and returning to the hospital. The three of them immediately wrapped Katie in their full attention, sitting her between them, waiting on her hand and foot, and watching her favorite movies until she dozed off and James carried her to bed.

After that it was Carlos in the center seat, needing to be reassured and distracted and entertained, although truthfully Logan knew they were all equally shaken and needed something stronger than thinking about kittens to regain their equilibrium. As the night dragged on, they decided by mute consent to forgo their beds and stay at couch central, phones within reach, each other within view.

"What time is it?"

James reached for his phone. "8 AM and – oh shit, there's a text from Mrs. K!"

Logan's heart jumped and he fumbled painfully for his own phone. How could they have slept through it? Had they missed news about Kendall? He and James read their message simultaneously and stared at each other.

They got him.

"Oh." Logan blinked, not quite sure what to think.

"This is great!" James jumped up and started for the kitchen. "I'm going to make pancakes!" he declared, squeezing Logan's shoulders as he passed behind him. Logan managed a strangled whimper at the enthusiastic shake.

"Oh, dude! My bad, I forgot." James hustled into the bathroom and returned with a bottle of Advil, a bottle of Tylenol, a pack of Midol and some Icy Hot, dumping them on the couch and darting back to the kitchen.

"James…"

"Just a mo." James returned with a glass of water, a glass of OJ and a glass of milk.

"James, I don't need all this."

"Oh snap. I forgot chocolate syrup."

"James! Stop. Please." Logan felt like he'd just kicked a puppy as he watched James turn and guiltily retrieve the milk and OJ from the table.

"I just want to make sure you're OK, Logie." His eyes turned serious and a little scared. "You are, aren't you? OK?"

If it was ever appropriate to "aww" your best friend, Logan would have done it then. "Yes, James," he assured. "I'm OK."

"Do you want tea? I can make tea," James offered eagerly.

"Tea would be nice," Logan smiled. "Thanks."

"All right!" James flashed that brilliant happy smile. "Tea and pancake time."

"For real?" Carlos popped his head up.

"Oh yeah," James affirmed. "They caught the guy, and we're celebrating."

"Yeeah!" Carlos went from 0 to 60, fist-pumping the air and jumping his way into the kitchen. "Can we make shapes?"

Logan mentally shook his head at his friends as he took his Advil. So they caught the guy. His first thought had been, why celebrate? It didn't change a damn thing for Kendall. But of course, it meant the guy couldn't grab Katie any more. Or any other Katies. And that was a good thing, because no one should have to have a day like they'd had yesterday. Before he could pursue his thoughts any further, Carlos had placed a plate of truly frightening-looking chocolate chip pancakes on the table for him, and James stood behind him beaming, holding a cup of tea. And Logan couldn't help it. He smiled. He laughed. And enjoyed a spectacularly bad breakfast.