A/N. Well now I know that all I need to do to get reviews is make Logan have a panic attack! Oh wow, that was a terrible thing to say. I'm sorry. Um, here is C8. I don't own anything lol.

"All that I'm after is a life full of laughter as long as I'm laughing with you. I'm thinkin' that all that still matters is love ever after, after the life we've been through 'cause I know there's no life after you." 'Life After You' by Daughtry.

Camille glances at her ticket one last time and then turns to hug her best friend. She's having trouble holding back tears as she listens to Jo's comforting words.

"He'll be okay. Logan's strong and so are you."

"I'm scared." Camille feels Jo's embrace tighten and she lets some of her tears fall. "Kendall. . . he sounded so bad on the phone."

At the mention of her own boyfriend, Jo has to work to hold herself together for Camille. She was only able to find one plane ticket from LA to Minnesota that left that same day. She wants to be there too but she can't. Not yet anyway. "Camille, it's going to be okay." She says, wishing that she knew she was speaking the truth. "Hang in there. You'll be back with Logan tonight."

"Thank you." Camille says, drawing away. "For everything." She sighs and hurriedly wipes her tears away. "I'll call you when I can, okay? You're going to call Kendall and let him know when my flight takes off, right?" At Jo's nod, she manages a small smile. Then, hearing her flight number being called, she shoulders her carry-on bag and hurries off toward the gates.

Once inside the plane she can do nothing but wait. She's relieved that the weather is perfectly clear otherwise she really would be going crazy. She sighs and stares out the window, paying no attention to the passengers nearby or the in-flight movie. All she can think of is Logan.

Camille hurries across the lobby and over to the elevator with Jo close behind her. She jams the button a few times and when it takes too long, she turns around and runs toward the stairs, ignoring Mr. Bitters as he reminds them of the Palm Woods rule of no running.

The two girls don't say a word to each other as they run up the stairs to the second floor. They reach Apartment 2J, breathless and scared. The police are at the hotel and there is a rumor going around that something had happened to the boys of Big Time Rush. Camille swallows her fear and knocks at the door.

She's barely knocked when the door is flung open and Carlos appears, looking hopeful. When he sees Jo and Camille, disappointment clouds his usually bright and happy features. "Hi," He whispers.

"Carlos?" Kendall and James appear then, followed by Mrs. Knight, Katie and a couple police officers. Their reactions to seeing the girls is the same as Carlos': Crushing disappointment.

Camille can only stare at each face. It's some time before she can collect all of her scattered thoughts and realize who is missing. "Where's Logan?" She asks in a shaky voice.

The question seems to undo everyone and Carlos starts to cry. Kendall wraps an arm around his shoulders and looks at Jo and Camille. "Come in." He says in a choked voice. Then he nods to the police officers. "This is my girlfriend, Jo Taylor, and. . . and Logan's girlfriend, Camille Sanders."

Jo follows instantly but Camille can't move. She feels James take her hand and lead her into the apartment and then he sits her down on the couch. "James," She turns to him since he's the only one who seems to be still aware of her presence. The others are in a dazed state of shock. "Where-" She has to cut herself off and take a deep breath. The panic is making is hard for her to breathe.

James takes the opportunity to speak. "We don't know." He whispers. "We. . . we woke up and he was gone."

Gone. Already a numbness has started to steal over Camille as she tries to process the news. Somehow she knows that the word means a whole lot more than Logan just going somewhere without telling anyone. But she still has to ask. "What do you mean gone?"

"Just that." James shakes his head and she can see him withdrawing like everyone else. "He's gone. His. . . his window was broken."

Camille feels dizzy and leans against James for support. But his normally strong frame shudders with a sob and she has no one to lean on. "Why?" She looks at the police chief for an answer even though in her heart, she already knows the horrible answer.

The police chief seems reluctant to tell her. He's already torn down so many hopes today. "We believe someone took him." He says eventually.

Took him. Camille literally feels her heart break then. "You mean kidnapped him." Already her voice is dull with disbelief and at the same time, grief. She doesn't know why she feels the need to confirm everything but she can't help herself. She's still clinging to one last shred of hope that she's either dreaming or that someone is pulling a sick joke on all of them.

But then the chief nods. "Yes." He says, shattering that last bit of hope into a million tiny pieces.

She should have never left him. That's the dominant thought in Camille's mind as the plane flies through the darkening night sky. She should have stayed with him. Forever. She should have found an apartment in Minnesota and stayed there until. . .

Camille glances down at the ring on her finger. She twists it with her other hand, twirling it carefully around so that she can see the initials. CS and LM. She traces the LM with a fingertip until tears blur her eyesight to much for her to see. Then she simply brings the ring to her lips and kisses it.

"Now you'll always have a part of me even when we're apart."

Logan's words replay themselves in her mind and it's all Camille can do to keep from falling apart in the plane. She should have never left him. She may have a part of him with her right now but how much of him will be left when she finally gets to Minnesota?

What seems like days is only hours when the plane finally lands. Camille rushes over the the baggage claim area, finds her luggage and then hastily convinces a taxi cab driver to take it the the hotel where she's already reserved a room. Then she finds another taxi and gives him the address to the hospital.

"That's almost an hour's drive." The man tells her. "It's gonna cost you."

Camille restrains herself from slapping him and shoves a fistful of twenty dollar bills into his hand. "That should be enough thanks very much." It's more than enough and both of them know it. But she doesn't care. She just has to get to Logan.

Finally, she's there and she flings a thanks over her shoulder as she climbs out of the taxi. It's much cooler here in Minnesota than it was in LA, even though it's summer. She shivers slightly in her tank top and shorts but continues on her mad dash into the hospital.

Instantly, her searching eyes find James. The tall boy is pacing around in the waiting room. As she nears him, he pulls out his cell phone and starts to dial. "Where is he?" She demands.

James nearly drops his phone. "Camille, I was just about to call and see if you were almost here." Before she can ask why, he's holding her in a tight embrace, crying.

A small part of Camille wants to comfort one of Logan's best friends and but she's too scared herself. "James? Did something happen?"

James eases her fears a bit when he shakes his head. "No." He says drawing away. "He's. . . he's still the same."

Still the same. Camille's heart thuds painfully in her chest. It's been hours and there's been no change. "I want to see him." She says, her eyes beginning to burn once again with tears. She sees James nod and feels him take her hand. She can barely see where they're going as she stumbles clumsily along but then she's in a room.

Kendall and Carlos and Mrs. Knight and Katie are all there. They all greet her, while keeping their worried eyes on Logan. Camille simply acknowledges them with a nod and then turns to the bed. "Logan?" She whispers. "Can you hear me? It's Camille?" She swallows when there's no answer. "I came back."

Logan is awake and sitting up in his bed. He's breathing normally. At first glance he seems perfectly fine. But the illusion last only for an instant. His beautiful brown eyes are clouded over in a haze as he stares without blinking at the wall directly in front of him. The sound of her voice has absolutely no effect on him at all. She can't even tell if he heard her. He's alive but at the same time he's completely lifeless.

"Logan, please." Camille's voice breaks and she reaches out and takes Logan's hand in her's. "Talk to me. Look at me. Anything."

Her pleas fall on deaf ears. Logan doesn't even react to the contact. He continues to stare at the wall, locked, trapped in some other world far away.

In a desperate attempt to get any sort of reaction out of him, Camille leans forward and kisses Logan. Nothing. She lets herself cry then. "Logan, please." She begs as she holds his hand close to her face and lets the tears fall. "Come back, Logan."


In time, Logan falls asleep. It gave them hope at first when he moved for the first time in hours. But he only laid down and closed his eyes and that was all. Camille lays down next to him and laces their fingers together, holding tightly to his hand. Her tears have run dry but she continues to cry strange, tearless sobs until she too, drifts off into an uneasy slumber.

When Camille wakes up she has no idea what time it is. She lays her hand over Logan's chest and sighs in relief at the feel of his heart beating steadily against her palm. Then she feels Logan stir and she lifts her gaze up just slightly to see him open his eyes.

He blinks in sleepy confusion but there's an expression on his face and it gives her hope. Then he sees her and a number of emotions cross his face. Recognition. Joy. Love. Hope. Confusion. Disbelief. "Camille," He whispers her name and in the dark of the room, the sound is a beautiful light.

Camille hears the others around them gasp at the sound of Logan's voice and they all lean forward as she sits up just slightly. "Logan," She breathes. "Can you hear me, Logan?"

Logan doesn't answer her right away. He stares into her eyes, the dead expression gone as if it never existed. Then he smiles and every trace of doubt is gone from the room. "You came back."

For an instant, her sight of him is blurred but Camille blinks back the tears of relief and joy. She tilts her head and their lips meet for a second in a gentle kiss. Then she reaches up and brushes the lone tear that's tracking its way down Logan's face. "So did you."

"Logie,"

Carlos' voice comes from behind Camille and she reluctantly moves from the bed so the others can see him too. Then she observes a sweet reunion.

"What happened?" Logan sounds tired but he sits up to greet his worried friends and family. Carlos' hug is tentative at first but when he doesn't protest, it tightens just slightly.

"Logan, we were so worried." Carlos tries to explain but he has too many emotions flooding through him to speak in a way that Logan will understand. "You. . . we. . ."

"It was my fault." Kendall whispers as he watches Logan with haunted green eyes. "I should have been protecting you better. I should have been watching for the reporters. But they were all around you and I couldn't get through them. And then something happened and you fainted and they left. After you woke up we couldn't get you to respond at all. You just stared at the wall for hours, even when Camille first got here. Doctor Williams said you were. . . catatonic."

Logan grimaces at the familiar word but when everyone else but Kendall has hugged him, he frowns for a different reason. "Kendall, it wasn't your fault." He says softly. "You can't protect me from everything. You should know that. But you have done everything you can."

Kendall nears the bed but still doesn't hug Logan. "I'm supposed to be your hero." He whispers so that only Logan can hear. "I didn't save you earlier today."

"That's because you're not a super hero." Logan tells him. He reaches up and tugs on of Kendall's arms, pulling him down until he's sitting on the edge of the bed. "You're my hero, Kendall but you're not a super hero. You know why? Because you're real."

Finally, Kendall wraps his arms around Logan and holds him close. Tears redden his eyes and wet his face, making him look like a mess but he doesn't care. All he cares about is the fact that he thinks they got their second chance and now maybe they can do better. "Thanks, Logan." He's thanking Logan for so much. For being alive. For reassuring him. For coming back.

"You called Camille." Logan says softly as they pull apart.

Kendall nods and then stands up, nodding to Camille who eagerly takes his place. "I had to." He whispers.

Logan looks back at Camille. "Thank you," He says. "For coming back."

Camille leans forward and they kiss again, this time a little bit longer. "I'm never leaving you again." She promises.

Logan's face lights up for a second but then he shakes his head. "Camille, I can't ask you to quit your acting and live in Minnesota with me. There's no opportunities here."

"That doesn't matter." Camille tells him firmly. "You're much more important to me. To all of us. Nothing else even matters. I have a hotel room and as soon as I find an apartment I'll look for a job." She shakes her head when he opens his mouth to protest again. "My place is wherever you are."

"I love you." Logan says then, looking eternally grateful.

It's all she needs to hear. Camille smiles and kisses him again. "I love you too." She whispers. "I always have and I always will." She holds his hand and lifts them so that he can see the ring. "I promise."


Dr. Williams sends Logan home the next day because there's really nothing he can do and home is the best place for him anyway. Mrs. Knight has refused to listen to any talk about institutionalizing him much to everyone's relief. He's exhausted though and the instant they get home he heads up to his room for sleep.

"Camille, can I talk to you for a minute?"

Camille watches as James and Kendall and Carlos head upstairs to watch over Logan and then nods. "Yeah, sure." She sits down at the kitchen table with Mrs. Knight and Katie and then waits.

"I'm assuming you didn't find a place to stay." Mrs. Knight begins. "Frankly, I don't like the idea of a young woman your age staying alone at a hotel."

Camille shrugs. "Neither do my parents." She admits. "But I can't go back to LA. Not after what happened to Logan. Minnesota is my home now."

Mrs. Knight nods. "I understand, Camille and I'm so grateful that Logan has someone like you. Which is why I want you to stay with us until you find a good apartment."

"Really?" Camille stares at her in disbelief.

"Absolutely." Mrs. Knight nods firmly. "I want you to be as safe as possible. You can stay with Katie in her room if that's okay."

"Of course." Camille stands up and throws her arms around Logan's adoptive mother. "I don't know how to thank you." She whispers tearfully. "This means so much to me."

"Camille," Mrs. Knight says gently. "It's the least we can do. You're bringing Logan back to life in a way that no one else can."

Camille shakes her head, refusing to take all the credit. "It's not just me." She insists.

Mrs. Knight smiles. "I know. But he has love from friends and family. He needs a romantic love and only you can give him that. He's completely in love with you, Camille and I can tell you feel the same way. That's something else for him to live for."

Katie hops up from her chair. "And you can stay in my room and be my big sister. I've always wanted a big sister." For just an instant, she's a little girl again as she smiles shyly at Camille.

Camille hugs her tightly. "And I've always wanted a little sister." She says with a real smile. "Since Logan is sleeping do you want to go get my stuff with me?"

"Sure!" Katie's face brightens at the thought of already hanging out with her "big sister" and the two girls say goodbye to Mrs. Knight and are quickly on their way.

Upstairs, Kendall and James and Carlos are watching Logan like hawks. He fell asleep almost instantly and he looks more peaceful than they've seen him in a long time. Still, they can't shake the terror of his last panic attack from their minds.

"What if it happens again?" James whispers. "What if he doesn't come back the next time? Do. . . do you guys think he's getting worse?"

Kendall can only shrug. "Honestly? I don't know. Only part of me thinks that he is getting worse but I think that the rest of me might be in denial." He rakes a hand roughly though his blonde hair. "I just can't believe this is happening to Logan. He didn't deserve any of this crap."

Carlos watches Logan solemnly. He wants to wake his friend up just to make sure that he's really back. "I'm scared." He says before he can stop himself. Then he cringes, hating himself for being weak.

But James and Kendall both put an arm around their younger friend to comfort him. "It's okay to be scared, Carlitos." Kendall says gently. "I know I'm terrified."

"We're scared because we care about Logan." James reminds him then. "We're his best friends." He sighs and looks back at Logan who hasn't stirred once. "We won't let him go." He promises softly.

Carlos buries his head in his hands. "What if he keeps getting worse and we can't do anything for him? What if he has to go. . . away?"

Kendall shakes his head firmly at this idea. "No way. Carlos, there's no way we're letting him get that bad."

"Don't say that." A tear slides down Carlos' cheek and he brushes it roughly away. "It's out of our control, Kendall. Don't you realize that? We can only do so much to help Logan. He's messed up, Kendall. He was with that freak for fifteen months. There's no way he can be normal after that."

"Then we'll get him back to normal." Kendall says. But his false optimism fades when he sees Carlos so upset by the reality.

Carlos is frowning. "You don't know that." He whispers. "You say all this stuff about Logan getting better but you don't know everything. You don't know what's going to happen."

"Guys, stop." James pleads. He shoots a quick glance at Logan who thankfully, is still sound asleep. "Can we not argue? Especially now? Let's just focus on what's happening right now. Right now, Logan is sleeping in his bed in his room in his home and that's what matters."

Kendall opens his mouth to apologize but Carlos beats him to it.

"I'm sorry, Kendall and James. I don't want to be so pessimistic. And like I said, we don't know everything. So that might mean that Logan is going to be okay."

"You're right, Carlos." Kendall nods. "I think we can help Logan better if we're prepared for anything instead of pretending that he's not as bad as he actually is. But James is right too. Let's just take it one day at a time."

A/N. This was actually a happy-ish chapter lol. I hope it wasn't too rushed. Stick around and there might be a surprise later tonight. Anyone care to guess what it is? Review?