Hey BTR fanfic fans. Gonna update everything for you. So keep your eyes peeled!

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"Shit," Jett swore softly. It was well after three in the morning, and no one had returned home. "I thought you said they'd be back!" he hissed at Ben. Cowering, Ben only shrugged. He had no idea where they ended up, and frankly he didn't care. Jett was still the only one (aside from Wayne-Wayne) who actually wanted to put their gruesome plan into action.

"Dude," he began hesitantly. "Maybe this isn't such a good idea. We've been in this crappy cabin for hours with no results, and lets face it, what we're planning to do could get us thrown in jail until we decompose." Jett pushed himself right into Ben's face, causing him to backpedal. He bumped into the table and sat down hard on it.

"I don't care!" he cried, worked up now. "We need to teach that blonde faggot and our so-called captain a lesson. No one who is on this team can be gay and get away with it!"

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Carlos wasn't sure how long he'd been driving around, but he didn't care. He didn't want to go anywhere specific, nor did he want to go back to the cabin and apologize for his crappy behavior. He knew he'd been the worst person since maybe Jack the Ripper, but how was he supposed to say sorry adequately enough? Nothing he said would ever make it up to Logan and especially not Kendall. He'd caused enough scars to make him sick to his stomach; he couldn't imagine the pain he put his former boyfriend and former victim were going through.

"Fuck Logan, Kendall, I don't think I could say sorry enough to ever make it up to you." The tears clouded his vision once again, making it hard to see the road. He maneuvered the truck over to the side of the road. He hit the steering wheel over and over, doing it so much his knuckles began to bleed. He didn't care that the blood was dripping onto the black interior of the car, something he would snap at anybody else about. "Logan, I was a fool! Scott was just another one of my fucking experiments! I never meant to hurt you!" It didn't matter how loud he screamed it. Logan would never know.

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"He woke up," James said, leading the sleepy-looking blonde boy over to Logan. Despite the fact it was three in the morning, Logan was still up. He insisted on staying up to monitor the blonde. He'd left after he was sure he'd fallen asleep. But the blonde was aroused by another dadmare (like a nightmare, but about his dad).

"Come here baby," Logan said, scooting over to make room for the blonde. James wordlessly led him over to the ravenette, who gently placed his arm around the blonde's shoulder. The blonde rested his head on the ravenette's shoulder, closing his eyes. Logan smoothed down his hair until he felt the even breaths of restless slumber. "James, we can't keep running like this. This is the first time Kendall has had a nightmare since we began running. This isn't any better on us." James sighed and sat down.

"I know, I know," he mumbled in agreement. "The last time I ate I can't even remember. We've been focused on keeping his strength up." James shoved a hand through his hair in frustration. "Fuck it all Logan. Why don't we just skip town so all of this bullshit ends?" Logan wanted to agree. But while he wanted so bad to run away with the blonde…he couldn't.

"James, you know damn well his dad would just hunt us down and possibly kill us all in the process. If we got Kendall away it'd be worth it. Are you willing to risk your life for that?" James let out a harsh sigh and grabbed Logan by the shoulders, pulling him close.

"I don't fucking know," he whispered. He glanced at Kendall (who was still asleep) before looking at Logan again. "All I know is we can't keep running like this."

"I agree," a voice said out of nowhere. James whipped around and had a hand on Carlos's throat before he could say much else.

"The fuck you doing here, Lito?" James growled, releasing him. Carlos groped around as he attempted to catch his breath. Finally gaining the necessary oxygen, he looked up at the two very pissed hockey captains.

"Look guys," he gasped, massaging his throat. "I was stupid, I'm sorry, and we have no time to talk right now. The team is still after you. Where the fuck they are now, I have no idea." He ended it with a helpless shrug. He'd wished he'd brought them better news, or perhaps came with something that was more adequate for an apology, but such times called for shortened everything. His main concern was getting Kendall away from this hell hole of a town.

"Need I remind you of these," Logan hissed, turning Kendall's wrist over. The blonde mumbled in his sleep then settled comfortably again. "Just another scar. That's all you are, Carlos, and that's all you're going to be. What you did, and what you helped do, is unforgivable, by him and certainly by me." Carlos hated the confrontation, but he had to stay and see them safely off.

"Look," he practically growled. "We don't have time. We have the team on our backs and his dad down our thro…" The sounds of glass shattering filled the night air. It sounded so out of place, for a moment the three ex-friends just looked at each other in confusion. Then a cold voice wrapped around them like a hand, crushing them all.

"I knew I'd find you," Kendall's dad said. Quick as a viper, he scooped Kendall up. The blonde's eyes flew open and he opened his mouth in a silent scream. Before anyone could react, Kendall's dad carried him out, tossed him into his beat up truck, and drove off. Logan, suddenly fueled by a mixture of rage and fear, leapt off the couch and ran outside.

"Kendall!" he cried. He sank to his knees on the wet grass, silent sobs overtaking him. James emerged and put a hand on his shoulder, not saying anything and not needing to. Carlos stood awkwardly inside, not knowing what to do. Logan turned to face his former friend. "Wanna prove to be the good guy?" he asked. Carlos nodded hesitantly. "Then help us hunt down that bastard and get Kendall back!" Carlos stepped out fully and Logan stood. For the first time in a long while, they faced each other, both showing no fear or anger.

"If it's anything now Logan," the Latino said quietly. "I'm sorry for everything." Logan knew that the Latino meant more than Kendall. Wordlessly, he nodded. He stuck out his hand, and Carlos shook it. They finally had a middle ground, united in their quest to find Kendall.

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"Talk, damn you!" Kendall's dad screamed at him. Kendall cowered away in the unfamiliar hotel room, no table or solitude in sight. Kendall's dad struck him across the face, hard. The blonde turned violently to the side and crashed to the ground. He felt his eye beginning to close, and he hoped some welcome folds of darkness wouldn't be far behind. But no such luck. His dad hoisted him up and set him on his feet.

"One more time," he growled, getting right up in the blonde's face. "Talk. To. Me. Now!" The blonde wheeled back and pressed himself again the wall, trying to get away from this awful man who dared called himself his father. Another hard slap to the cheek (opposite one), and another crash to the ground. The blonde groaned as the other eye began to close. Two black eyes in one day. Fucking fantastic.

"Please," he whispered, so soft he wasn't sure he said it. "No…more… Please." He didn't feel another slap, so he must have done something right.

"Fucking disgrace," his dad said. Or not, whatever. "Gay son, I don't think so. I have no fucking son." Kendall wasn't even saddened by that news. It was actually kind of a relief to hear it. Maybe he'd let him go. It was like the man could read his thoughts. "You are staying right here," he said, evil smile sliding into place on cue. "Maybe I could get those fucking friends of yours to hunt you down. Then you know what. I'm gonna kill them. Just like your mother."

Kendall was going to be sick.

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"Now honey," the nurse said in that sticky false sweet voice of hers. "You know that, that isn't allowed." Kendall didn't need to ask what. He'd been openly staring at the blonde nurse (male) that walked by his room every day. "Time for your medicine," she said with that grin that didn't reach her eyes.

"No!" Kendall cried, trying to run. "I'm better! I'm better!" The nurse smiled sadly, like it actually pained her to say this.

"Oh honey I don't think so," she said, sitting him down roughly on his bed. "No one here is right, you know." God, she talked about it like it was something to be proud of. "Now for this." She held up a needle about as long as the blonde's forearm. He struggled against her steel grip, trying to break free, to get away from the god awful needle. Quickly, she jammed it into his upper arm. The room was sound proof, so no one could hear his screams.

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Kendall woke up shivering. He'd gotten used to not having the nightmares. Ever since Logan had been sleeping with him, the nightmares had ceased considerably. Not disappeared altogether, but at least he didn't get woken up by them every single night. This was the first time in awhile he could remember dreaming of his "healing facility". Awful hell hole was more like it. Kendall silently padded to the window and looked out. The sky was completely clear of debris, allowing the full moon to shine at its brightest and the stars to twinkle to their hearts content. He sighed softly. He hoped, wherever Logan was, he was looking at the same thing he was. Across town, Logan was thinking the same thing.