A/N So I'm getting so many unique requests and I love them! You guys are awesome. Sorry I'm a sappy person, it just makes me so happy to know you guys actually enjoy my work. Ok, on with it. This is for freaky cutie Carlos! Shouting out to her, I love her Carlos whump! This will be rated T for scary sad themes.

"Logie's gonna be mad, Logie's gonna be mad!" Carlos chanted through clenched teeth, stepping firmly on the gas pedal of the BTRMobile that Logan rarely allowed him access too. The small Latino had wanted a late night snack of corndogs but the fridge was empty of his most beloved treat. He begged Logan to go get him some, but Logan refused because he was too busy with some research paper, so he just threw Carlos the keys and warned him to be back in 30 minutes. After driving around for most of that time, he finally found a convenience store that was not only opened, but sold fresh hot-off-the rack corn dogs.

"Hmm, how convenient," Carlos thought to himself with a giggle, walking into the small store and buying a bundle of corndogs to enjoy on the ride home. It was supposed to just be an in-and-out ordeal. He didn't foresee the distraction he would face outside of the store: Rides. The small ones for kids that you stick a quarter in and they move back and forth lamely. Well, Carlos was a grown boy, but there was no one around to laugh at him and he loved the colors and sounds, not to mention the back-and-forth motion soothed him.

Nearly an hour went by of Carlos feeding quarters into the machine and corndogs into his mouth when he realized it was after midnight. Grabbing his corndogs, he ran to the car and sped home.

3 things went wrong to turn what happened next into a disaster, a tragedy.

The first thing is, in his hurry to get home to Logan, Carlos had forgotten to put his seatbelt on.

Then it started to rain on his way home. Just a bit, though. It wasn't a down pour and it wasn't a drizzle. It was just enough to make him turn on his wipers and blur his vision.

And then the 3rd thing happened, the event that set the nightmare in motion. An oncoming car with a drunkard behind the wheel swerved into Carlos' lane. If it wasn't so dark or so rainy, Carlos would have noticed that the blinding lights were really in his lane and maybe he would have pulled over into a ditch before it was too late.

But tonight, fate had different plans for the youngest member of Big Time Rush. The lights got closer and that was when Carlos had mere seconds to react. It was not enough time. Panic shot through his heart, paralyzing him momentarily. He was expecting to hear a deafening sound of metal against metal, but he had jerked the wheel before he could collide with the car. Instead, his car careened off of the road and down a ditch. He slammed his foot heavily against the brake pedal, but it did no good.

The tree seemingly appeared out of nowhere, as if it was put there at that moment just to shatter the life of a young, innocent boy. The front end of the cherry red vehicle crushed in on itself against the tree. Without anything holding his helpless body in, Carlos was forced forward out of his seat on impact.

The one time he wasn't wearing his helmet. Shards of glass pierced his scalp and face as he flew head-first through the windshield. For a split second, Carlos was air-born. And then he landed heavily on the cold, wet ground, every body part was jarred and bones cracked beneath him.

Rain pounded down on Carlos, pain shot through his every nerve, and the young boy screamed. It was a miracle he was conscious. Why was he conscious? He was dazed, concussed. But he was awake and that was the worst part.

He could not move. He knew right away that ribs were cracked, his leg was broken, his shoulder was dislocated. He knew this right away. It hurt to breath, and he whimpered when he saw the sickening angle his leg was positioned at.

"H-help!" Carlos tried to cry, but his voice was nothing more than a raspy whisper. Salty tears mixed with rain water ran down his face and pooled around him. He saw the blood, and that scared him more than anything. He didn't know what was bleeding. His head, his face, his entire body?

He was soon surrounded by a muddy, bloody mess. He was so cold. His body began to tremble, which only worsened the unfathomable amount of pain he was in. His head swam and he started to fell sleep, but the jolts of pain kept him awake. Should he be thankful for that, he wondered? He knew if he did lose consciousness that could be the end of it. He had to stay awake, he had to stay alive.

Carlos sobbed. Throaty, heartbreaking, high-pitched sobs. Why was this happening to him? He was a good boy. He was the most innocent, purest of souls yet he was made to lie in torture, alone and freezing.

In a cruel twist of fate, a child who had just been eating corndogs on a mechanical horsey was now lying in a ditch, slowly fading away, hypothermia taking over. He was dying, with every passing moment. His only means of help was still in the car, ringing every couple minutes. He knew it was Logan, probably going insane with worry. He was so close, yet so far away. There was no way he could move. It was frustrating. It sucked all hope from his body.

Carlos shut his eyes and screamed.

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Logan Mitchell had a quirk to him. Well, he had many quirks that most people thought were "cute" or "sweet" or "nerdy". But there was one that he took seriously that none of his friends really even knew about.

He could not go to sleep without knowing his best friends were home, sleeping soundly in their beds. Kendall had to be in his bed across from Logan's, snoring and muttering loudly in his dream-filled state. Carlos and James had to be in their respectful beds every night, Carlos flopping around under his blankets as if he was a dead fish like he did every night and James humming in his sleep, his perfect skin glowing in the moonlight. It was the same every night and it had to be that way or else Logan was a nervous wreck.

On the rare occasion that one of the boys were late on their curfews (even though they were all 18, the 4 boys had agreed that 12:00 am unless otherwise notified was a sensible time), Logan would be curled up on the couch, staring blankly at the television while gnawing his fingernails to the nub.

None of his friends had noticed this, because he never said anything about it. He hated being known as the over-paranoid one, the scaredy-cat. He just simply loved his friends, a lot, and he worried over them like crazy.

It was currently one am and the fidgety lump on Carlos' race-car bed was non-existent. Out of all the boys, Carlos was never late. Kendall would lose track of time with Jo once in a while, and James would get caught up with whatever adventures he went on, but Carlos usually preferred to be home by 10:30, snug in his footie pajamas and bothering Logan until bedtime with various things, such as needing help with his homework or someone to take a picture of him in front of the "house" he made out of poptarts.

This was weird. No, it was wrong. Carlos should have been home by now. Logan tried calling his cellphone but each time it would go to voicemail, and each message he left got lengthier and more anxious as time slowly ticked by.

When 2 am rolled around, Logan was officially panicking. There was no way that Carlos simply got distracted, like he was hoping. A dozen horrible scenarios ran through his mind of what could have happened. He tried to push these from his mind and think clearly.

He knew that there was only one convenience store open that wasn't too far from the Palmwoods, and he knew Carlos would have gone there. Logan quickly threw on his shoes and ran to 4J, knocking on the door desperately.

"Logan? Hey, what's wrong?"" Camille asked, opening the door after a couple minutes with a robe wrapped around her. She immediately caught sight of Logan's pale cheeks and terrified eyes and knew something wasn't right.

"Camille, I need to borrow your car. Carlos- he went to the store and he's not home yet. I'm worried out of mind."

"Yeah, sure, let me get you my keys," Camille said in a calm voice. "It's gonna be ok, Logan. Deep breaths." The brunette gave him her car keys and he took them gratefully.

"Uh-huh, thanks Cam," Logan said hurriedly. He gave her a tiny smile before leaving the Palmwoods, driving to the 24 hour store a few miles away. He didn't see their car anywhere and the store was empty save for one employee.

"Excuse me have you seen a boy come in here tonight? Latino, about 'yey' tall, he's a little thing. Bought corndogs?"

"Oh yeah, he left a couple hours ago," The employee informed him. "He sat outside on the horse ride for ages. Is there something… You know, wrong with him?"

Logan scowled, immediately realizing what the clerk was getting at. "There's nothing wrong with him. He's just a kid," Logan said crossly. "Did he say anything at all about where he was going afterwards?"

"He just said he had to get home to his brother or something like that," the guy said. "Sorry, dude."

A knife twisted in Logan's gut when he heard those words. Tears stung at his eyes. Where was Carlos?

Logan muttered a "thanks" before leaving the small store and hopping in his girlfriend's car. He drove slower this time, trying to figure out where Carlos could have gone.

And then he saw it. How he had missed it the first time, he wasn't sure. Maybe because he was so distracted, he just didn't see the black tires marks trailing off of the road and into the thin line of trees lining the ditch beside the street. He didn't see the gleam of cherry red finish in the moonlight and smoke coming from the front of it.

Logan slammed on his brakes and u-turned around, parking right in front of where the obvious accident took place. He yanked off his seatbelt and ran into the woods, rain whipping his face. He almost lost his footing in the mud a couple times and his heart was pounding. He slammed into his car, skidding on the wet grass, than peered inside the driver side window. It was empty. Logan let out a choked sob. What did this mean? Carlos was ok? He left the car and walked for help? Maybe he was at the apartment now, shaken up but safe and unhurt, waiting for Logan to arrive home.

A tiny, heart wrenching whine a few feet from him broke away all hopes of that happening. Logan saw with horror that the windshield on the driver's side was broken, a hole in it the size of a small teenager. Somebody was crying in the darkness ahead of him. Logan was too scared to look. He didn't want to know what he would find there.

He knew that somebody was Carlos. His little brother, the sweet, fun loving baby of the group that loved kittens and cried over paper-cuts was lying motionless and maybe-

"No," Logan said aloud, refusing to think such a thought. He wasn't dying, he couldn't be. "Oh Carlitos. Oh, baby," Logan sobbed, kneeling beside his broken body. Carlos was deathly pale and shivering violently, soaked to the bone with rain. Logan covered his body with his own leather jacket and quickly examined his tiny friend.

Carlos seemed like he was in a whole 'nother world now, a world filled with pain and agony. His eyes were glazed and stared at the sky, blinking every few seconds, which Logan took as a good sign. But Carlos didn't even seem aware that Logan was with him.

"Carlos, it's me, it's Logie," Logan said loudly, snapping his fingers in front of Carlos' eyes. The Latino was completely out of it. Logan pulled out his cellphone and called 911, explaining through tears and sobs what had happened and where they were.

"Ok baby, help is coming just hold on, please Carlitos. Hold on." Logan grabbed Carlos hand and pressed the cold skin to his cheek. "Oh Carlos, you're so freezing. I'll warm you up, ok?" Logan covered up any exposed skin on Carlos with his jacket, than stroked the small boy's drenched bangs from his face.

It was so hard to look at his face. His dark skin was covered by streaks of blood and Logan could see shards of glass imbedded in his cheeks. Gashes went down his neck and all the way to his chest, and Logan took a second to thank God that the massive amount of glass missed his jugular. He was still losing a lot of blood though, too much blood. He could tell by the color of his skin, and how cold he was. His body temperature was getting dangerously low.

Carlos' sharp, painful breaths started to get a bit rattled. It was the scariest sound Logan ever heard in his life. The brunette held Carlos' hand tightly, fearing the worst.

"Carlos, please, just a few more minutes, ok? Hang in there, 'Litos."

Carlos gasped for breath in short takes. Logan could feel his pulse weakening as he held his hand, squeezing it tightly. Finally, Carlos moved his head just the slightest, not even half an inch. With all his strength, he squeezed Logan's hand. He knew his brother was with him, he knew all along.

"L-L-"

"Ssh, ssh, I gotcha," Logan soothed, crying tears of fear mixed with the smallest ounce of happiness. "Don't talk, just rest. Help is coming baby bro.

Carlos let out a tiny cry. He was still in so much pain, but he had become numb long ago. So numb, it took him a while to realize that Logan was not just in his imagination, he really was with him. He knew he shouldn't talk, it hurt so much, but he had too.

"Logan… Am I d-dying?" Carlos choked out.

"No, buddy, don't say that," Logan said, secretly measuring his pulse again. Help needed to come, now.

Carlos coughed, followed by a scream of pain. His lungs felt like they were being punctured. It hurt so badly. He looked up into Logan's dark, petrified eyes. He was scaring his older friend. He hated when Logie was scared.

Tears rolled out of Logan's eyes and down his chin, landing on Carlos' cheek. Carlos lifted his hand with everything he had in him and rested it on Logan's cheek. Logan held Carlos' hand in his, stroking his knuckles. "Hold on baby bro. Listen, do you hear the sirens? They're coming, they're almost here."

Logan knew it would be a few minutes until they arrived, the sound was carried in the distance and it still sounded faint. The light in Carlos' eyes grew dimmer with each passing second. His breathing became more labored.

"I love you, Logie," Carlos said softly, and Logan shook his head, tears pouring as fast as the rain now.

"I love you to Carlos, but it's ok. I promise. Please stay here with me, 'Litos. Don't go yet."

Carlos looked at Logan with mind-numbing sorrow. It was almost apologetic. He couldn't hang on anymore. His formerly warm, chocolate brown eyes were empty. They faded so dark that it was almost like staring into oblivion, like there was nothing left in him anymore.

And then the breath came, a shuddering, rattling breath that chilled Logan to the bone. The weak pulse that was thudding under Logan's fingertips suddenly halted.

"Nooooo!" Logan screeched. He felt like he was no longer in his mind anymore. It was an out of body experience. He couldn't control his actions, he had no idea what was happening. He just needed his Carlos back with him. He heard agonized wails and sobs and it didn't even dawn on him that he was the one making these noises. He buried his face in Carlos' neck and pleaded.

"Please, God not Carlos. He's a baby! Don't take my brother!" Logan screamed, almost angrily. A despair he never felt before flooded his entire being, overwhelming him. He held Carlos' cold, lifeless body close to him as his entire world shattered.

Suddenly, hands were ripping him away from Carlos' body and he refused to budge. He fought them off, desperate to have Carlos' hand in his. He needed to touch him, feel him. He needed to know Carlos was still there. He couldn't be gone.

"Son, you need to step back so we can save your friend," A calm voice said in Logan's ear, and the distraught boy looked up to see Carlos' body surrounded by paramedics. He didn't comprehend that these people were here to help him, though.

"No! Get away from him! Don't touch him!" Logan cried, struggling to reach the paramedics. He was possessive of Carlos. No one was to take his precious friend away from him.

A swarm of voices could be heard yelling, and Logan couldn't take it all in. Everything was moving in slow motion, and why wasn't he aloud to see his brother?

One paramedic's 4 little words stood out to Logan though.

"We have a pulse!"

Logan's heart skipped a beat, wondering if it was true or a cruel joke. But suddenly, Carlos wore a mask as oxygen was pumped into him. He had a pulse. His heart was beating.

Carlos was alive.

A/N Whew, ok, here's some tissues guys. *Hugs*. I'm sorry I did that to you. This is why I don't do death fics. Too intense. I had a heart attack. I seriously had to stop in the middle of this and eat some lucky charms cause... Whew.

Can I just take a second to say something? Don't drink and drive. That is all. It's such a huge issue to me, and something that has affected my life. Be responisble, don't be a killer. Some innoncent people aren't as lucky as Carlos.

I refuse to kill my Carlos. Hope you liked. Please review, I'd love to know how I did with this.. I was so scared to post this. Love you guys…