Okay everybody. You ready for chapter ten? Of course you are! Enjoy!

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Logan was happy to feel Kendall's warm body curled up against his cold one. After his dad dragged him back home, he and James found the blonde worse for wear. He refused to talk to them once they got back to Logan's house. Logan was okay with that. He didn't want to push the blonde into doing something he didn't want to do. Instead he and Kendall curled up together to fall asleep. James took Logan's computer chair for himself (seems they've had a lot of sleepovers in the past week or so. Oh well, Logan's parents never noticed, and if they did, they never said anything). Logan discovered James could fall asleep anywhere, in any position. He marveled at how the taller brunette did it.

He felt a tap on his shoulder, and he lazily opened his eye. It was early morning Thursday, and he didn't want to get up yet. He stared into Kendall's pleading green eyes, and opened his other eye. He pulled the blonde into an embrace and waited for him to calm down a bit (he'd been shaking).

"Did you have a nightmare Kendall?" he asked quietly. Apparently even his quiet was still loud, because James sat upright and looked at them questioningly. Kendall only nodded, tears in his eyes. He'd been thinking about, well about the camp. He hated having nightmares about it. He hadn't had one in awhile. He'd kind of hoped they'd disappear all together. Though now there was no such luck.

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It must have been hours after his dad dropped him off. He couldn't remember what happened after the shot. All he knew was he woke up in a pristine white uniform (the staple for this facility) and an equally pristine white bed and a pristine white room. Everything in this place lacked color. He hated it already. As an artist, he loved the colors of life. White was just too bright and too…white.

"I see you're awake." Kendall jerked back in surprise when he caught sight of the nurse he made him take a shot against his will. He absolutely hated needles (ever since his dad stabbed him with one shortly before he came here). "And to answer your comment from earlier, it isn't to make you change your sexual preferences." Kendall cocked his head to the side, wondering what the catch was.

"It's just supposed to knock you out while we run a few…tests." Kendall shivered.

"What kind of tests?" he asked quietly. He was afraid of the answer. He almost didn't want to know. Almost.

'Tests of your unconscious and subconscious mind. We have this thing called a projector. No not a school one. This one's a little more advanced. It projects images into your sleepy little brain, and we have you all hooked up to test your reactions. Kendall shivered again. "And sugar, in society, you would have failed big time. Not only did your body react only to male figures (blushing Kendall) but you also reacted strangely when one particular person came up. It seems you have an unnatural interest in him." Kendall gave her a questioning look.

"It never seemed unnatural to me," he challenged. A dark light in her eyes made him shut his mouth before he could say anything else.

"It's unnatural alright. And sick too." Kendall's eyes watered a bit. Wasn't the job of these people here to help you and be nice to you? What kind of show did they run here anyway? Everything seemed too…calm. He looked around again and stared at his too white room. This white was suffocating him. On cue, he began to gasp for air. He was hyperventilating. He needed fresh air, fast. The nurse must have sensed that because she hauled him too his feet and led him to the hall. But it wasn't any better there, because the walls, the ceiling, the doors, they were all…white. He hated white, hated it hated it hated it.

"No!" he wailed, throwing himself onto the floor. "No white! No!"

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Logan held the blonde until he drifted off to sleep again. It didn't take all that long. He was exhausted after shaking after he woke up. James moved silently in the dark and covered them both with a thin red blanket, one that would keep the blonde warm but wouldn't make him overheat, so if he had another nightmare he wouldn't wake up sweating on top of things. He'd tried a white one originally, but Kendall's eyes widened and he began to thrash. It took both Logan and James to hold him down to keep him from hurting himself.

"Is he asleep?" James whispered so he wouldn't rouse the blonde. While they were all tired, only the blonde was the one that slept. The two brunettes were wide-awake right now. Logan had called the school and told them all three boys were home sick with a stomach virus. They were going to spend the day relaxing, and taking turns keeping the blonde calm. If he had another nightmare, the boy on duty was to alert the other one, and they would both help him calm down. Since he didn't want to talk to them, they couldn't get him to spill on what the nightmare was about. "I'll watch him now. It's my turn anyway." The taller brunette said, as Logan gingerly pulled himself away from the blonde. He got up and stretched his arms over his head.

"I'm going to go whip us up something to ear," he replied as he walked out of the room. "If he wakes up, call," he added over his shoulder. James nodded and sat on the edge of the bed. While he wanted Kendall to be comfortable, snuggling wasn't his style. He just sat on the bed and provided an air of calm for the blonde.

Down in the kitchen, Logan was examining the contents of the fridge for a suitable breakfast. He pulled out a carton of eggs, some milk and orange juice, and three different kinds of berries. He washed the berries and mixed them together in a big bowl in a kind of last minute fruit salad. He warmed up the stove and cracked two eggs into a pan. He kept his eye on them while he poured two glasses of OJ. He slid the eggs onto two plates, picked up the bowl and glasses, and carried them back upstairs to his room using an insane balancing act.

"Hot and ready breakfast," he whispered. Then he noticed he didn't have to. Kendall was leaning against the headboard. Both eyes were open. "Hey there sleepyhead," he cooed, handing James his breakfast. "How'd you sleep?" Kendall shrugged, grabbed his notebook, and scribbled something.

Okay, he had written. It was strange to find you gone and James in your place instead. Logan smiled at that. While James would never admit it, Logan thought he was secretly fond of the younger blonde male. He would never call him out on it though. Kendall could use all the friends he could get.

"Are you hungry?" he asked as he sat down. Kendall nodded and Logan set the plate with the egg on it in his lap. Kendall began cutting it into smaller pieces and eating them one at a time. James slurped at his orange juice, making Logan roll his eyes. Kendall giggled with a mouth full of egg. That made Logan smile again. The blonde's giggle was adorable. Logan picked at his makeshift fruit salad, eating only a couple of bites. Kendall kept stealing glances at it, so Logan and James shared a look. Together, they poured a portion of theirs onto his plate for him to enjoy. He smiled at them both and dug in.

"Great breakfast," James said as he leaned back against the wall. "And it's only…eleven thirty." Logan groaned. Now they'd all end up having a late lunch. Well he would anyway. James could eat enough food to give Bigfoot a stomachache. He never seemed to get full. Logan had to wonder if he had a hollow leg or something.

"Don't get to comfortable," he warned. He shot a glance at Kendall and leaned close to James to whisper in his ear. "I have a feeling that by now Kendall's dad has noticed he's gone. And if I was his psychopathic dad, I'd be pissed." James jerked back.

"You don't think he'd come here again, do you?" he asked, shooting a look at Kendall. Logan shrugged. Kendall, meanwhile, seemed oblivious to the fact the brunettes were talking about him behind his back. Logan stood up, took the breakfast dishes, and headed to the kitchen again. James followed, pulling Kendall along. "Should we remain here?" he asked. Logan shook his head, but he didn't know where else to go.

"I know somewhere he won't find us," Kendall spoke up.

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"Perfect," Jett whispered to the collected team. "With both James and Logan gone we can plan what were going to do to get back at them for making such a ludacris comment about our captain." Carlos barely heard him. All he could think about was Logan's expression, and James' comments afterwards. So Logan had truly cared for him. But he showed no kindness to the brunette back after the breakup. The details were still a little fuzzy to him (he was sure Logan had his reasons, but he wouldn't say them). True to his word, however, he was going to get back at the blonde for stealing all the attention of their best goalie.

"What should we do this time?" Ben asked. Pretty much everyone was out of ideas. They'd tried everything.

"You know," Carlos piped up, getting the attention of every team member in an instant. "You want to get to both Logan and James at the same time? The answer's obvious. Hurt the blonde."

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Ooooooh. What are they going to do to poor Kendall? Stay tuned and find out!