I am so sorry! My computer is out to get me, I swear. It broke down again and I just got it back and I know you must hate me for leaving you hanging like that but trust me, it wasn't on purpose. And now, finally, here we go.

"Help," Logan croaked before collapsing. James was just fast enough to catch him and pull him up. He swung Logan off of his feet slowly and carried him to the couch. He laid him down and then began walking towards the kitchen.

"No!" Logan suddenly cried. James rushed to his side and grabbed Logan's hand.

"What is it, baby?" he asked.

"Don't…leave…" Logan rasped. James gave him a small smile.

"I'm just gonna call Mama Knight so she can take us to the hospital."

"Please!" Logan sobbed. James bit his lip. Logan obviously needed someone close to him, and with the condition he was in, there was no way James was ever going to disobey him. But the phone was across the room, and-

"God, I'm an idiot," James muttered, pulling out his cell. He quickly dialed Mama Knight's number. On the third ring, she picked up.

"James? I thought you and Logan would be…indisposed right now."

"No, can you come back? Quickly?"

"Sure, what's the matter?"

James just stared at Logan, beginning to cry himself.

"James? What happened?"

"I'm not sure," James whispered. "And I don't think Logan's ready to tell me."

James could hear the sound of tires squealing.

"James, what do you mean?" she said, frantic.

"He came home," James' voice cracked and he suddenly couldn't continue. What had happened to Logan that he'd ended up like this. Beaten to a pulp, his clothes missing, his backside looked torn. It was almost like he'd been….

No, James thought, it couldn't be.

But the more he thought about it, the more likely it seemed. The phone slipped from his fingers.

"Logan, what happened?" he asked. Logan shook his head slightly, closing his eyes tightly.

"Logan?" James tried again, "You've got to tell me what happened."

Again, Logan shook his head, harder this time, his face shining wetly.

"Logan? Were you….were you raped?" James' voice was so small, he couldn't recognize it. He'd never been this scared before.

Logan paused, then, slowly, nodded once.

"It was terrible," he said. "I don't know who he was, or what he looked like, really. I only caught a glimpse of his face, and it was a bad one. I was just suddenly grabbed from behind and slammed into a wall. The next thing I knew he was pounding into me. At first, I tried to make myself believe it was you, but then he started hitting me."

"Logan," James said. But Logan couldn't hear him, his eyes were popping out of his head in terror as he relived the worst night of his life for the second time that night.

"He slammed my head into the wall and he just kept punching me and sometimes biting too hard. And he kept calling me things like 'whore,' and 'fag,' and 'dirty scum' and it was just so awful!" Logan screamed the last word. "And I kept hoping, praying that you'd come. That you'd somehow sense that I was in trouble and you'd come to the rescue. But you never came. You never did!" Logan was starting to sound angry.

"Logan, I'm so sorry!"

"And then he finished and he threw me to the ground, kicked me and said I was a disgusting fag and that I deserved it and I knew he was right. And then he spat on me and took off and it took me forever to get back."

"Logan, it's not true. He's the one who's disgusting, he's the scum. You're such a wonderful person, so kind, and caring!" James stretched a hand out to comfort Logan, but the moment he touched him, Logan reacted like he'd been burned. He leapt away from James, even though it clearly pained him to do so.

"DON'T TOUCH ME!" he screamed, backing away, his eyes screwed shut and his head shaking vigorously. He pressed his knuckles to his head and begged, "Don't touch me."

James suddenly remembered Mama Knight and snatched the phone up.

"Mrs.-"

"I heard." Her voice was rough and James could tell that he and Logan weren't the only ones crying. "I'm on my way. You better make sure he has something to wear."

"He won't even let me touch him. I can't tell if it's because he's mad at me or because touching him reminds him of what just happened."

"Do something. I'm not sure they'll let us in if he's half-naked."

"Oh it's more than half," James said. "Alright, I'll do something. Just hurry, okay? Please?"

"Alright." James hung up and walked slowly over to Logan, his hands held up in front of him.

"Logan, I love you. I'm sorry I wasn't there for you, I would've been in an instant if I'd known. I'd gladly change places with you because I love you so much, Logie, and I don't want anything to ever happen to you like this. It hurts me to see you like this, you've got to believe me." Logan slowly opened his eyes and nodded.

"I do," he said. James smiled at him and rubbed Logan's arms, trying to get him to relax. Logan tensed and glared at James.

"I am not a whore!" he screamed.

"Wha-" Suddenly, James was flat on his back, Logan having just punched him in the jaw. Logan fell onto him and started swinging as hard as he could, every punch landing somewhere else on James' face. He felt his nose flatten and blood gushing over his face. Logan suddenly froze, his look of anger changing to one of horror.

"James," he choked, "I'm so sorry."

"It's alright," James said, touching his face. His nose flopped to the side and he cringed. Logan backed away from him, crying again. James repeated himself, "It's alright, Logan."

"James, I just took my anger out on your face. It's most certainly not all right."

"Don't worry, Mama Knight will be here soon so we can get you and my nose fixed up." James tried to smile reassuringly, thought the effect was slightly ruined by the blood that was still flowing. Logan laughed weakly and collapsed into James' chest.

"Now, come on," James said. "I'm not sure the patients waiting at the hospital will be as thankful to see as much of you as I get to." Logan laughed again, longer this time and leaned heavily against James as they walked to their room. James helped Logan slide into a pair of boxers and sweats and pull on a t-shirt.

Logan finished adjusting the shirt and looked up to see James smiling at him.

"What?" he asked.

"I was just thinking that you still love me," he said.

"I don't understand."

"Well, I thought you'd bailed on me for dinner, and this is clearly much worse, but I know that you still love me." Logan looked around the room, noticing for the first time all the candles in the room and the rose petals on and around their bed.

"You really went all out, didn't you?" he said.

"Maybe a little," James said. Then he leaned towards Logan, about to kiss him.

Without warning, Logan suddenly kneed him in the groin. James dropped to his knees, wheezing and Logan kicked him in the face.

"Omigod!" Logan cried as James fell to the floor. "Are you alright?"

"Right as rain," James grumbled.

"I'm not sure what came over me. I'm so sorry James. Maybe you should stay a little away from me until I'm all better for your safety."

"And the safety of my testicles." James winced as he stood up. "You know, if that doctor thing doesn't work out after the band, you could always teach a self-defense class."

"Clearly," Logan said, gesturing to his battered body. James smiled and moved to sling an arm around him but Logan quickly moved away.

"I mean it, James. I don't want to hurt you anymore. It's bad enough that I was raped, I don't want to be the reason you go through any pain."

Just then, Mama Knight walked in.

"Are you boys ready?" she called, her voice shaky. Without another word to James, Logan turned and hurried to the door, leaning against the wall for support.

"Logan just let me help you walk." He slipped his arm around Logan and helped Logan stand straight. Logan took a deep breath, but when no unexpected flash of rage coursed through him, he allowed James to help him down the hall.

James and Mama Knight rushed Logan to the car, James waving aside her questions about his nose.

"An accident," he said. Knowing it'd be useless to press further, Mama Knight let it go. She drove to the hospital, speeding when she was positive there were no police around.

Logan was rushed inside and up to the desk. The lady waiting took them in and she seemed annoyed, taking in James' bloody face and Logan's bloody…well, everything.

"Did you two get into a fight?" she asked. Her tone made James positive that she was irritated and his temper, which he'd barely been holding in since hearing how some thug defiles his sweet, little Logan, flared. He opened his mouth to yell, but Logan beat him to it.

"Excuse me? He's my boyfriend, not my rapist! Now, if I'm right, you're supposed to be helping, not judging! This is a fucking hospital for crying out loud!"

"Boyfriend?" she said, sounding even more annoyed.

"Look, we don't have the time for some prejudiced bitch, he needs a doctor! Are you going to help us out or not?" Again, James had been beaten to the punch. This time, though, he was surprised to see it was Mama Knight. He smiled at her, mouthing, Thank you. She gave him a curt nod.

The lady (though James preferred witch) finally gave in and began asking questions, which Mama Knight readily answered. A doctor came along and helped Logan through a set of double doors. When a second came along, James refused to go with him, saying he wouldn't leave until he was positive Logan was alright. He walked over and sat in a chair, drawing his long legs up and resting his head on them.

When Mama Knight rejoined him, she smiled at him rubbing his arm. She said, "It'll be alright." But James was looking past her, to where the lady at the desk had just picked up the phone quickly looking away from his pointed gaze.

"James?"

"Oh, sorry. Yeah?"

"You sure you don't want to get your nose fixed up. It could be a while before Logan comes out, and that looks like it hurts." James shook his head. It did hurt, a lot, actually. But he had to be there for Logan before doing anything for himself. Logan was already mad at him, even if he wasn't showing it, for not coming to his rescue. Normally, James would've said that was ridiculous, but this was far from normal.

James' head snapped up, and he realized he must've fallen asleep. He looked around, worriedly, but Logan had yet to come out.

Instead, a police officer was tapping him on the shoulder.

"What?" James asked.

"You'll have to come with me, sir."

"Excuse me?"

"I said you'll have to come with me." James looked around again, searching for hidden cameras, something that would tell him this was a bad prank. Instead, he saw Mama Knight's worried face as she rushed over from the water fountain.

"What's going on here?" she asked.

"This boy will have to come with me."

"Why?"

"He's suspected of raping, ma'am."

"What d'you mean?" James said, suddenly remembering the lady speaking on the phone the moment they'd left her alone.

"Him," the officer said, gesturing as Logan, with the help of crutches and a nurse at his side, slowly came through the doors, grinning when he saw James and then frowning when he saw the scene that was unfolding.

"What's going on?" he asked.

"I'm being arrested," James said.

"What?"

"You're 'boyfriend' seems to have taken a serious beating, and you don't look very good yourself," the officer said. "Come with me, Mr. Hawkson."

"Mr. Hawkson? I'm James Diamond."

"Clever, but it follows the pattern we've found in your trail, Hawkson. Now, let's go." With that, he snapped a pair of handcuffs on James and began towing him outside.

"Wait! If you're taking him, you'll have to take me, too," Logan said.

"Logan, j-"

"Very well," the officer said, snapping a second pair of cuffs around Logan's wrist and bringing both boys out and into his car.

Alright people. Let's cross our fingers that nothing happens this time and it takes another friggin' lifetime for me to post again. Truly sorry. Hope you liked this new chapter, though, admittedly, it's certainly not my favorite.