Author's Note: Okay so as you can probably see by now, this chapter is exceptionally short. I know one person reading this who knows just how hard it is for me to post something so short. But nonetheless, this is an important chapter. I'll also see if I can update next weekend and make it extra good for you guys

Warnings: extreme angst, language, and non-consensual sex.

Disclaimer: I do not own Big Time Rush.


Logan cursed quietly to himself as the chilly air filling the apartment managed to slither past the thick blanket he was currently wrapped in and touch his neck. He held the blanket tighter and pulled it in closer to his body in an attempt to stave off the offending temperature. As his teeth began to chatter, all that was running through his mind was how he currently hated Kendall and James for turning the AC so low and not letting him touch it. He was freezing! The brunet was presently in his room, seated on Carlos' bed and shivering in a thick SpongeBob blanket.

"Are you mad?"

Logan's head snapped up and his vision shifted from the area of floor between his and Carlos' bed to the Latino sitting on his. The brunet was amazed to see the other wasn't shivering when all he was wearing was a long-sleeved shirt and baggy jeans. Carlos was mimicking Logan's actions, the only difference being that instead if a blanket in his hands, there was a half-eaten granola bar.

"Why would I be mad?" Logan finally asked.

Carlos brought the granola bar up to his mouth and ripped off a large piece. He chewed quickly before swallowing and answering Logan.

"Because your face is all scrunched up and you look like you're going to punch Kendall or James."

"Why Kendall or James?"

"Because you wouldn't hit me," the raven replied as he took another bite. Logan smiled at the Latino's words. He could feel the significant movement on his face and realized he must have been scowling and not even have noticed it. Carlos looked up from the snack in his hand and mirrored Logan's expression. He giggled softly at the brunet and shook his head. Logan's face dropped a little and he found himself raising an eyebrow.

"What are you laughing at?"

"You," Carlos said as he pointed at Logan accusingly.

"What did I do now?"

"You have a really goofy smile on your face for some reason, and it makes you look funny," Carlos said before finishing off the granola with one final bite. He scrunched up the shiny wrapping in his fist before throwing it next to him on the bed. Logan followed the path of the piece of trash as he watched it land. He threw a mock-glare at Carlos and narrowed his eyes.

"You know there is a small trash bin at the end of the bed. My bed doesn't have to temporarily become your own landfill!"

Carlos grinned sheepishly at Logan and nodded. He grabbed the wrapper and crawled to the end of the bed. Logan watched as Carlos' jeans pulled slightly below his waist as he travelled across the bed. Logan blushed and looked away as he caught a glimpse of the Latino's green underwear. He definitely was not expecting that.

"Happy?"

Logan coughed and nodded, still choosing to not look at Carlos. The Latino frowned. What was up with Logan? He's been acting weirder than usual lately.

"Is everything...okay?"

Logan wasn't sure how it was physically possible, but he somehow managed to chuckle dryly through his chattering teeth. He slowly turned his head toward Carlos and smiled sadly.

"I should be asking you that don't you think?" Logan whispered, just loud enough for the Latino to hear. Logan caught it! This time he was sure of what he saw. As soon as the words had left his mouth, Carlos flinched. Sure, it was barely there and sure the Hispanic was quick to cover it up with a smile, but it was still there! That was all Logan needed to continue this conversation in the right direction.

"What do you mean? You're the one acting strange," Carlos chuckled in an attempt to sound nonchalant. Logan saw right through the facade.

"We need to talk," Logan stated before standing up with SpongeBob still covering him and walking over to sit next to Carlos.

"About what?"

The look on Carlos' face was torture to the brunet. His eyebrows were furrowed in worry and it was obvious he was scared of what was coming. But the most heartbreaking part of his expression was probably the wobbly smile the Latino was persistent to keep as if the one feature was able to keep his true thoughts and feeling hidden from everyone.

"Do you trust me?" Logan whispered. He was trying to hold in the uncontrollable shaking his body had acquired, but so much built up tension was starting to get to him. He relaxed his body and his body began to almost vibrate.

"Logie, are you okay," Carlos suddenly asked, his fake smile completely replaced by a deep frown.

"Please, Carlos, just answer?"

Carlos looked down at his lap and sighed. He honestly didn't know what to say. He definitely wanted to trust Logan. The brunet has always been there for him through all of his difficulties. No matter how small or big Carlos' problems, Logan has always been there to help him through it. Sometimes that help was physical, but most of the time it tended to be emotional. Logan figured out what was wrong with Carlos after only a day. A day! He cleaned up Carlos' cuts with alcohol, and whenever the Latino hissed due to the burn, Logan would apologize even if he had nothing to do with the reason it stung. The brunet never questioned when Carlos would hold on to him while they were walking or snuggle up against his body when they slept in the same bed night after night. Hell, Logan would sometimes be the one initiating a tight embrace before they went to sleep. So...could Carlos really trust Logan? Even with all the brunet has done for him...did Carlos honestly trust him?

"I...I think so."

"Then...you have to do me a favor," the pale teen continued hesitantly.

Carlos met the brunet's gaze and shivered, for completely different reason than Logan. The other's eyes were so full of emotion. There seemed to be so many things going on in those brown orbs. Carlos couldn't help but to stop and stare at them. Lost for words, Carlos decided to just nod distractedly.

"I want...I want you to go to the hospital."

Carlos eyes widened dramatically as he began to shake his head furiously. He started squirm away from Logan on the bed and he could feel his eyes stinging.

"No, please. No, no, no, no-"

Logan dropped the blanket he had previously been holding onto like a lifeline without a second thought and reached forward. He held the Latino's biceps to keep him from falling off the edge of the bed and pulled him in closer.

"Carlitos, please don't cry. Just listen to what I have to say."

Carlos turned his head to the side and clenched his eyes shut as Logan pulled him in. His body was shaking in fear and his breathing was heavy as he tried to supply his lungs properly.

"N-no, Logie, don't. Don't m-make me go, please. I-"

"Carlos, please."

The raven froze in the taller's grip as he heard Logan's voice. His eyes shot open and his head whipped forward. He held in the gasp threatening to come out at the sight of Logan's state. The genius' head was bowed, his face hidden from view. His hands were still clenching Carlos' biceps, but his arms were loosely hanging.

"L-Logie?"

Logan released his hold on Carlos and let his hands travel up to his face. Carlos watched the brunet rub at his hidden face and sniffled. The Latino crawled forward so he was closer to Logan and tried again.

"Logie, are you okay?"

Logan still refused to look up at the shorter teen, but shook his head slightly. Carlos could see the tremble in Logan's shoulders but couldn't tell if it was from how cold the brunet was. Either way, the Latino didn't hesitate to pull Logan forcefully towards his body and wrap him in his arms just as the brunet had done for him so many times in the past two weeks. Logan seemed to melt into his embrace, but his arms didn't reciprocate. Instead, his arms stayed between their two bodies, feeding off of Carlos' warmth.

"Logie, you're burning up!" Carlos said as he felt the other's heated skin against his own.

"I'm scared, Carlos. Please go," Logan voice came out, muffled by Carlos' shoulder. The Latino tensed and bit his bottom lip. He didn't want to. He was afraid to go. But Logan wanted him to go.

"I can't. W-what if the doctor-"

"That's not what I want you to go for."

"Then..."

"What if he gave you something? What if you have something and we don't know?"

It took a minute of thinking for Carlos to finally understand what Logan was talking about. He hadn't even thought about that. How could that have never even crossed his mind? It was very possible that Carlos may have...gotten something. The mere idea that his body may still some part of that guy in him was enough to make Carlos gag. He had to swallow hard to keep from throwing up. His hold on Logan grew stronger instinctively.

"I-I never thought of th-that."

"Please, go. For me?"

Carlos shook with fear. He still didn't want to go. He knew it was for the best. He knew there was nothing to be afraid of. He knew Logan wanted him to do this. But he just couldn't.

"Will...will you go with me?"

"I wouldn't let you go by yourself," Logan said before pulling away from Carlos and looking him in the eyes. Carlos was amazed by how the brunet's face showed no sign that he was just crying. Carlos thought nothing of it and instead put the brunet's words to mind. He knew Logan was being honest with him. The idea of going to the hospital with Logan by his side made him shake a minute amount less than the idea of going by himself. Carlos found himself giving Logan a barely-there smile and nodding. The taller visibly relaxed and smiled back with his own, wider smile.

They both sat there staring into each other's eyes with different levels of happiness and fear. Logan could his feel his heart starting up again. He strongly resisted the urge to lean forward. He wouldn't let himself be that selfish at a time like this. A boyfriend was the last thing Carlos needed or probably wanted. After all, on top of all the reasons why Logan couldn't be Carlos' boyfriend, the brunet was sure the other was straight. Logan frowned at the realization. What was he doing? He's acting like a selfish idiot. He shouldn't even be worrying about something like this right now. There were so many other things plaguing his mind, he didn't have room for something so trifling.

A tingling feeling spread through Logan's nose. He wasn't sure what the feeling was, but it was becoming more and more uncomfortable. His body was tensing of its own accord and the tingling feeling had now become a strong tickle. Before Logan could put together what was happening, his head leaned back and shot back forward as he released a loud sneeze, using his hands as a last minute shield to keep from spraying Carlos. Once the first sneeze came out, it was accompanied by two more in quick succession.

"Wow! Logie, are you okay?"

Logan looked up at Carlos as he felt the chills from before coming back to him.

"I think I'm sick," the brunet replied through his sniffles.

"That explains why you're so cold. Here, lay down in the bed. Maybe some sleep will make you feel better?"

At those words, a sudden heaviness seemed to rest on his shoulders. A nap was becoming more and more tempting as the seconds passed by. Carlos seemed to have read Logan's thought and pulled down the brunet so he was lying down in bed. Logan closed his eyes as he waited for Carlos to lay down next to him. But instead of the familiar warmth of having someone next to him, he felt the bed rise as the other got off. The brunet was saddened but refused to say something about it. He attempted to go to sleep, but he was too cold.

"Here, Logie," the Latino's words came from only an inch away from Logan's ear. Logan shuddered before turning around to see the Hispanic offering him a bottle of hand sanitizer. He smiled as he squeezed some onto his hands and rubbed his hands together. He lay back down and was happy to see that Carlos was getting comfortable right next to him. Without a word, the Hispanic scooted close to Logan so that his chest was touching the other's side and he draped his arm around Logan's waist. They were both surprised by this new position they found themselves in. Usually, Logan was the one holding Carlos close while he tried to sleep. Of course, neither of them minded their switched roles. In fact, they deemed the foreign position to be a welcomed change.


So sorry about the length. But the bright side is that I know what's going to happen in the next chapter since it was going to happen in this one. I'll probably have it done by next weekend. So there's not much to say other than I hope you liked this even if it was short and that "Silent Scream" is going to be updated soon too. Please review and tell me what you thought.

-Gohanrules out!