DISCLAIMER: I do not own Big Time Rush or any of its characters.

Saturday

"Dogs!" Gustavo cried as the band walked down the hallway of the studio bright and early Saturday morning. "I hope you enjoyed your week off—I certainly did. That spa had me more relaxed than I've been in years...Logan…why are you hiding back there?"

Logan made a barely discernible squeak from where he had positioned himself behind the other three. He slouched a bit. "I'm not hiding, Gustavo," he managed to force out.

"You have to tell him eventually," Kendall hissed at him. Logan nodded painfully and stepped out from his safe spot and stood next to James.

Gustavo's eyes immediately went to Logan's sling. "What did you do?!" he exclaimed. Logan cowered and James immediately put an arm in front of Logan in a protective gesture.

"It's all right, Gustavo!" Kendall cried.

"Yeah, it's just a sprain," Carlos explained.

"Just a sprain?" Gustavo spat back. "This will ruin our entire benefit concert on Saturday! With no Logan backflips, the show will be lacking something!"

"I can do backflips too, Gustavo," James pointed out. "Everything will be fine. Logan's allowed to perform, and dance. He just can't do his backflips. He can even take the sling off for the performance."

The whole time that his friends were talking for him, Logan just meekly nodded along, slightly ashamed of himself for cowering behind James. He felt his cheeks burning. Had he really ruined the concert? He knew that it would be a bummer that he couldn't perform to his best abilities, but he hadn't thought it would ruin anything.

Kelly came out from the kitchen behind the boys, holding her clipboard and a cup of coffee for Gustavo. "I heard yelling. Gustavo, I thought you were all calm from your trip!"

Gustavo pointed an accusing finger at the guys. "I should have known better! Things can't work out with these dogs!"

Kelly looked down the line of the guys and finally saw Logan on the opposite side, and his blue sling. Her eyes widened. "Logan!" she cried, sounding like she was half-scolding/half-concerned. "What happened? What did you guys do?"

"I sprained my wrist playing roller hockey yesterday," he mumbled. "I'm really sorry, Gustavo."

"Can you do the show tomorrow?" Kelly asked, handing the coffee mug to Gustavo and immediately pulling out her smartphone to do…whatever assistant things she did on there.

"Yes!" Logan assured her quickly. "I can."

"Oh, well then no real problem, right Gustavo?" Kelly said, trying to soothe the angry producer.

Gustavo took a deep breath, much like one from a yoga class and then looked at the guys. "Well. Today we were supposed to be just running through all of the material for the concerts. But I suppose now Mr. X is going to have to re-choreograph any of the bits that Logan can't do. So get your butts to the dance studio!"

The guys immediately turned tail and high tailed it down the hall to the aforementioned studio. Mr. X was there waiting for them. "So," Mr. X began, sizing the guys up. "What do we have here?" His eyes fell on Logan. "What is this? Will someone X-plain to me why Logan's arm is in a sling?"

Kelly came in to the studio just behind the guys. "So, Mr. X, as you can see, Logan's had a bit of an accident." Logan tried his best to make himself invisible. He failed. "He won't be able to do any backflips. So anywhere that's in the choreography needs to be changed. Also, if you guys would just go over the choreography for the other numbers, Logan, see if anything in there is too hard for you to manage with that wrist, okay honey?"

Logan only meekly nodded and Kelly left the room. Mr. X sighed. "All right then! Places for the first song. We'll fix things."

The guys spent an hour working with Mr. X, tweaking the choreography. Logan only had two backflips planned, one in the opening and one in the closing. The one in the opening was supposed to be on his own, and James would do it instead. The closing one had been both him and James and now it was just James.

Mr. X let the guys take a break before he called Gustavo to come so they could start their run-throughs. The guys flopped onto the couches in the break area, grateful for the moment to sit down. "Sorry, guys," Logan mumbled.

The guys looked at him, confused. "What are you sorry about?" Kendall asked.

Logan gestured half-heartedly. "For ruining the concert, like Gustavo said."

"Seriously?" James asked. "Logan, you know Gustavo. He's a complete drama queen."

"The concert is nowhere near ruined," Carlos assured, shaking his head. "No one will even notice a difference. Well…except that you're wearing a brace. But we'll talk about that in some witty dialogue with the audience or something."

Logan cracked a smile. "Thanks. You're right. I'm being dumb."

"Tomorrow's going to be awesome," Kendall said surely, smiling encouragingly at Logan.

Sunday

"You've got five minutes to places boys!" Kelly exclaimed as she poked her head in the door of the dressing room. The guys looked up from their different places around the room—James at the mirror, Carlos stuffing his face at the food table, Logan stretched out on the couch with his sprained wrist resting on the back, and Kendall hovering over Logan like a mother hen. Kelly raised an eyebrow and they all immediately raced for the door, jogging down the hallway to the stage.

When they reached their places, stagehands descended upon them, plugging in their earbuds and handing them microphones. James double-checked their set list one last time while Carlos frantically chewed the last bit of sandwich he had managed to nab in the dressing room. Kendall somehow was able to pull Logan aside for a quick word.

"Remember, if at any time during the show you feel any pain or anything, you've gotta let me know," Kendall told Logan for the umpteenth time that day.

"Yes, thanks, Mom," Logan mocked. "Geez, Kendall, I'm not a baby, I'll be all right."

"Hey, I just don't want you to get more hurt than you are."

Logan rolled his eyes, but smiled. "Thanks, Kendall. I'll be just fine."

Kendall slapped Logan on the back and then they rejoined Carlos and James, prepared for their entrance. They waited for the stagehands and stage managers to signal them, and when they did, the guys all exchanged cheeky grins and then rushed onstage to the screams of the fans that were packed in to see Big Time Rush sing.

Elevate a little higher…

After the song, the guys all stood at the edge of the stage, just staring out and grinning at the sea of faces. After a few seconds, Kendall held his microphone to his lips. "How are you guys doing today?" he shouted, and received an ear-shattering response.

"How many of you guys are finishing up spring break?" James asked the crowd. The screams came in again. "And some people just starting their spring break?" More screams. "Nice!"

"Let me tell you, we've just been through our spring break, and while it wasn't as wild and fun as some might hope…we still had a lot of fun," Kendall told the crowd.

Carlos bumped Logan with his elbow as he held his own microphone up. "Logan, as you can see, had a bit less fun than the rest of us. Why don't you tell the fans what you managed to do, Logan?"

Logan laughed and hung his head in mock shame as the crowd shouted encouragement. "Well, you guys better be careful when you're out having fun on spring break! The boys and I were playing some hockey—one of our favorite things…" Logan paused as a scream went up anew in the crowd, probably from people who either enjoyed hockey themselves or just liked the image of the guys playing hockey. "And, well, let's just say Kendall packs a mean check." The crowd laughed a bit. "Don't worry though, it's only a sprain, I'm all good."

"Anyway, I know that you guys probably are waiting to hear more singing," Carlos chatted. "But first we want to tell you—the proceeds from the ticket sales at this concert will be donated to the American Cancer Society, to help find a cure for cancers." This was popular with the crowd and the roar was amazing—it went on for almost a whole minute.

"So let's have the time of our lives!" Kendall suggested, in a silly lead-in to the song.

Oh oh whoa!

Oh oh whoa!

Gonna party all night

HAVE THE TIME OF OUR LIVES.