24 Hours

Disclaimer: I do not own anything or anyone from Big Time Rush. I only own the plot.

Hour Ten

9:00 A.M.

Kendall and Logan reentered 2J at exactly nine A.M. James was on the phone, and Carlos was sitting on the couch, and the Latino jumped up at seeing the two enter. "Everything okay?" Carlos asked. Both boys nodded their heads as James hung up the phone.

"Well, press conference is all set up for tonight." He said, tossing the phone onto the couch. "Ready for the end?" James said, running his fingers through his hair.

"At least we face it together." Kendall said. "That when we won't be alone when everybody swarms us after the press conference."

"Like that is going to make a difference." Carlos groaned as he collapsed onto the couch.

"What exactly are we supposed to say at this press conference anyways?" James asked as he took a seat near Carlos's head. "Do we make it up as we go along or pre write it?"

"Well I pre-wrote mine." Logan said.

"Me too." Carlos said.

"I guess that means you and I have to write ours James." Kendall said. "Come on pretty boy, time to write our death sentences."

A ghost of a smile crossed James's smile as he followed Kendall into his bedroom. The two shut the door behind them and James found his hand on top of his bald head. "Kendall?" James said.

"Yeah?" Kendall asked as he opened his desk drawer and got out two pieces of paper for him and James.

"Thanks for calling me pretty boy when I look like, you know, this." James gestured to himself. Kendall let out a small laugh and shook his head. "Too me, you're always going to be pretty boy." Kendall said, punching James slightly on the arm as he placed the paper in James's lap. "No matter what you look like."

"I'm almost done with my treatment." James smiled. "Actually, I completed it. Done with chemo. I can almost feel my hair growing back."

"That's good." Kendall said as he tossed a pen in James's direction. "I was thinking of getting a tutor that specializes with people like me."

"Maybe this won't be so bad after all." James commented. "I'm doing better, your getting help. Maybe the blackmailers are trying to help us."

"By kidnapping people we love?" Kendall questioned. "Yes, because that's always how you're supposed to help people."

"I'm just going out on a limb here, but what if Katie, Stephanie, Camille, or Jo are somehow involved in all this?" James said. Kendall did a 360 in the chair he was sitting in and looked James. "What are you suggesting?" Kendall asked.

"What if this whole thing was created to get us to admit our secrets?" James said. "Like this whole thing is just one giant set up for us to finally admit our secrets and get the help and support that we need?"

Kendall opened his mouth to answer, but something flew threw the open window, landing on the floor. James when to retrieve the object while Kendall looked out the window for any sign of the thrower. Of course, no one was there.

Kendall let out a soft sigh and turned to see James holding a note in his hand. "What does it say?" Kendall asked. James handed Kendall the paper.

The paper was crumbled up, and the writing on it was messy, like whoever had written it had been in a hurry. The writing was still legible though, and Kendall could read what it said, despite the fact that it took his brain a while to get the letters properly back into place. But when Kendall could make out what it said, he wanted to punch a hole through a wall.

This is real, not fake. And the clock is running out.

A/N: I'm sorry if it seems like these chapters are short, because there are. I'm hitting some writers block with this story, and I just started typing up this new story that I'm really excited for, and truthfully I just want to get this story out of the way so I can publish my new story. So I may start shortening the chapter or skip a few hours just to get it over with because I want to move on to other projects. So if anybody has any ideas that can help me get the chapters longer, let me now.