A/N: I've been kind of moody today, so I don't know how that will affect my writing in this chapter. I guess we'll find out together.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

Big Time Disaster

I Love You

Logan's POV

I was in the visitation room. Sitting across from me were Kendall, James, Carlos, and Camille. They were trying to be discreet about it, but I saw them staring at my neck. I pulled the collar of my orange jump suit up over the scabs on my throat.

"How did you get that?" Carlos asked.

"It's nothing!" I exclaimed straight away.

I didn't want them to worry about me any more than they already did. The absolute last thing they needed to hear was that my roommate, who I actually thought was starting to become my friend, stabbed me in the back and strangled me in my sleep.

I couldn't believe I was such an idiot. I couldn't believe I fell for it. I couldn't believe that I actually trusted him enough to fall asleep in the same prison cell as him. Fool me once, shame on me. Fool me twice…well, there would be no fooling me twice. I can promise you that.

"Did you get in another fight, Logie?" Kendall asked me.

I slammed my fist on the table, startling all four of them. I stood up. Enough was enough. I was sick of them smothering me.

"I said it was nothing! If the four of you are going to be like this, maybe you should just leave!" I said, raising my voice.

They couldn't help me. They couldn't help me last night. They can't help me now. They couldn't help me in the future. I wasn't going to stand by and listen to them make promises that as soon as they left juvie, they wouldn't be able to keep. See, I knew that was what was coming next. It'll probably go something like, 'Everything will be okay,' or, 'We won't let anyone hurt you.'

"Logan, calm down," James pleaded, holding his hands up in front of him palms out.

"Don't tell me what to do, James!" I snapped.

Camille got up from her seat, walked around to my side of the table, and threw her arms around me in a hug. I wouldn't even return her embrace. When she realized this, she pulled back, and looked at me with tear-filled eyes.

"Logan, what's wrong? What have they done to you?" she asked.

Though she was facing me, I wasn't even looking at her anymore. I was looking past her. I picked a spot on the wall, and was staring at it. I couldn't bring myself to look at her. I had seen the tears in her eyes. I knew I was probably the reason they were there. That shamed me to no end.

Kendall got up from his chair. He walked around the table. He turned me around so that I was facing him. He grabbed my chin, and forced me to look at him. I saw the concern in his green eyes.

"Hey! We're all in this together! You can push us away all you want, but we will not turn our backs on you!" Kendall exclaimed.

He was completely oblivious to the fact that he was saying all the wrong things. I shoved him backwards roughly, causing him to fall on his butt. He looked up at me in complete shock.

"Don't touch me!" I warned.

I looked over and saw Carlos gaping at me. I unfastened the helmet on my head, and I chucked it at him. He caught it, but it still knocked the wind out of him.

"You can have your stupid helmet back! It's completely worthless! It's not protecting me at all!" I screamed.

I did an about face, and headed for the exit.

"Guard, take me back to my cell!" I shouted.

"Not so fast!" James called out.

No sooner did I turn around, had he hopped over the table, and wrapped his arms around me in an embrace. I pounded my fists on his back time and time again. His grip would loosen slightly, but then immediately firm back up.

"James, let go of me!" I cried out, tears streaming from my eyes.

As time passed, I pounded him on the back with less and less force until I had stopped altogether. I buried my head in his chest, and cried. He ran his hand through my hair as he gently shushed me. My knees buckled, and I sank to the floor. James dropped to the floor with me, still holding me to him in an embrace.

I couldn't bring myself to look at them—any of them. I had acted like such a jerk. I was so ashamed of myself. Shoving Kendall. Chucking Carlos's helmet at him. Snapping at James. Not hugging Camille back. I was just so incredibly frustrated by everything. I didn't want to stay in this place another minute, let alone another day.

James's t-shirt had to be cold and wet by now, as saturated as it was by my tears. Surely it had to be uncomfortable for him, yet he didn't even shift the slightest bit. He just continued to hold onto me. He wasn't letting go of me.

"Logie?" Kendall said cautiously, kneeling beside me and James.

"I got this, Kendall," James stated.

Wait a second. James and Kendall were still fighting with each other? This has got to be the some sort of record for the longest time the two of them had been mad at each other. I felt James hold tighten around me. He had no intention of letting go of me.

"Stop…fighting…If…you…want…to…be mad at…someone…be mad…at me…" I said through intermittent sobs.

"You heard Logan. What do you say, James? Truce?" Kendall asked.

I was surprised when James actually let go of me. He rose to his feet, and Kendall copied his action. The two of them were literally an inch away from each other's face. I felt Carlos wrap his arms around me in an embrace. I snuggled into his embrace, hoping Carlos knew that was my way of apologizing to him.

"You can't stand it, can you, Kendall? For once, Logan actually came to me instead of you!" James remarked, jabbing his finger hard in Kendall's chest.

"Logan didn't come to you! You grabbed him! If it were up to him, he would've come to me first, not you! You can't stand that, can you, James?" Kendall shot back.

I didn't understand why they were fighting about who I came to or would've come to first. I couldn't choose between Kendall and James. Did they want me to choose between them or something? I just wanted them to stop. I needed them. I needed both of them. I would give anything for this to just be some bad dream. I would give anything to wake up in my bed at The Palm Woods, and for none of this to have happened—my seizures, my beatings, getting arrested.

The current predicament caused me to tremble as my body was racked by a second wave of sobs. Carlos rested his chin on the top of my head, while he gently shushed me.

"Will you two knock it off? You're upsetting Logan!" Carlos exclaimed.

A high-pitched scream reverberated off the walls of the visitation room. I looked over in the direction of the scream, and saw Sid holding Camille in front of him, a knife to her throat. The sight caused my blood to boil. My protective instincts started to kick in. I sprang to my feet. My hands were clenched in fists. I felt Carlos tug me on the arm.

"Logan, don't," he whispered to me loud enough so that only I could hear.

Sid gave me a sadistic smirk as he looked over at me. I could see tears streaming down her cheeks. Her eyes were wide with terror. She was trembling like a leaf. I was actually surprised that she didn't accidentally nick herself, she was shaking so violently.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Is this your girlfriend, Logan?" Sid taunted.

"Leave her alone, Sid! This is between you and me!" I shouted, with a courage I had no idea I possessed.

Time seemed to stand still. Everything seemed to happen in slow motion. James and Kendall had ceased their fighting. All of our eyes were on Sid and his hostage, Camille.

"Logan, don't do anything reckless. We'll handle this…together," Kendall said.

"No! I don't want to risk any of you guys getting hurt either! Like I said, this is between me and Sid!" I exclaimed.

"I'm with Kendall on this, Logan," James stated. "We don't want to risk you getting hurt, Logan."

I looked to my left and right, and found myself flanked by my three best friends. Carlos was to my left. James was to my right. Kendall was to James' right.

"Logan…Help me…" Camille sobbed.

"Put the knife down, Sid. There are four of us, and only one of you. You can't stop us all," Kendall said, his voice remarkably calm given the situation.

Sid grinned. I held my breath as he kept faking us out, making it look like he would slit Camille's throat.

"Yeah, maybe. But I bet I could slit her throat and take one or two of you down as well before you could stop me," Sid commented.

"Let her go, Sid!" I yelled.

This couldn't be happening. If only I had paid closer attention. I would've realized that Sid had slipped into the visitation room. I would have realized that somehow he brought a knife in with him. I would have realized that there was a reason Camille had been so silent throughout the fight between Kendall and James.

This didn't even make sense. Sid got his orders from his dad, who in turn got his orders from Camille's dad. Why would Camille's dad want any harm to come to his daughter? How would that help him to win custody of her? Or did he think that the best way to hurt me would be by hurting his daughter? If so, what kind of father would do that to their little girl?

"So then, who wants to be first?" Sid asked, looking at the four of us.

Kendall made a beeline for Sid. I guess he figured that since he was the leader, it was his duty to be first. I wasn't just going to stand by and watch anything bad happen to Camille or Kendall. He may be taller than me, but I was faster than Kendall. I was the fastest one of the four of us. I took off running, and pushed Kendall down as I passed him.

"Logan, no!" Carlos shouted.

I heard the sound of shuffling feet as James and Carlos no doubt took off after me, but it was already too late. They wouldn't be able to stop me, and now, neither could Kendall. I didn't care though. The only thing that mattered to me was Camille's safety and the safety of my best friends. It didn't matter what happened to me so long as they were safe.

Sid threw Camille at me. I caught her in my arms. Her back was to him. I saw him lunge forward with his knife. He was going to stab Camille in the back literally just as he had stabbed me in the back figuratively. Not if I had anything to say about it.

"Camille, look out!" I yelled.

I quickly spun her around, so that it was my back to Sid. I felt the knife lodge itself in between my shoulder blades. It was out as soon as it was in though, as Sid pulled it right out. I let out a gurgled gasp. A small stream of blood leaked out of the corner of my mouth. I looked down, and saw that the stab wound had been a through and through. There was a pool of blood that covered my sternum, turning my orange jump suit red orange.

Standing upright was suddenly the most difficult thing to do. I felt myself falling, but before I could hit the floor, I felt a pair of strong arms catch me. James was sitting on the ground, cradling my head in his lap. Out of the four of us, he was always the second fastest. It was no surprise that he was the first one to reach me.

I looked up and saw four pairs of worried eyes hovering over me. I wanted to say something to them—anything to reassure them, but I couldn't. It was hard enough keeping my eyes open. It was hard enough just breathing. Each breath was harder to take than the one before it. As I felt my life force being drained from me, I saw something on the floor. I put all my focus, all the energy I had left into reaching out and pointing at it—it was Carlos' helmet.

Carlos saw what I was pointing at, and knew what I wanted. He crawled on his hands and knees over to his helmet. He quickly brought it over to me, and placed it on top of my head before fastening the strap.

Camille was hysterical. She covered her mouth with shaking hands as she wept. For some reason, she had been the target unless…unless her father counted on me sacrificing myself for her. I wanted to hold her. I wanted her to stop crying. I didn't like seeing her cry. I didn't want her to blame herself. This wasn't her fault. None of this had been her fault. If I could do this all over again, I wouldn't have done anything differently.

"Logan, hang in there, buddy. You're going to be okay. You have to be! I can't lose you! Us short guys have to stick together!" Carlos remarked, tears rolling down his face.

Leave it to Carlos to be optimistic at a time like this. I knew Carlos was wrong. I wasn't going to be okay. There was nothing he could do about it. Even so, I figured wearing Carlos' helmet was worth one last try regardless. Even if this was the end of me, at least I would pass wearing the most prized possession of one of my very best friends.

I was cold, so cold. I knew that I didn't have much time left. I struggled. I fought to hang on. I knew I was losing a lot of blood, and fast.

"Logan, stay with us! You stay with us, you hear me? You can't…die! Who am I going to give relationship advice to? I don't think I ever apologized for this, but remember back when I called your dream of being a doctor stupid? Well, I was wrong. It wasn't a stupid dream. The only thing stupid was me. If you hadn't driven me to that audition back in Minnesota, none of this would have ever happened. You helped make my dream come true, and for that I am eternally grateful," James said.

I wanted to tell James that he was welcome. I wanted to tell James that I had already forgiven him long ago. I wanted to tell James that he needed to make things right with Kendall. I'd hate for the two of them to lose each other. When I saw James start to cry as well, I wanted him to stop. James shouldn't cry.

I was barely conscious of the fact that Kendall had been on his cell phone calling 911 this whole time. He finished right when I looked over at him. I could tell that he was trying to be strong for me. He had this silly idea in his head that just because he was the leader, he couldn't cry.

"Logie, why did you shove me out of the way? I could've stopped Sid! I could've saved Camille! That way, you wouldn't have been stabbed! You have to fight, Logie! You've been fighting all along, and I know you probably don't have much fight left in you, but you have to keep fighting! I can't live life without you! Who's going to help me keep these two goofballs from getting into too much trouble?" Kendall asked, gesturing towards James and Carlos.

I felt Camille leave a trail of kisses until she reached my lips. She kissed me so passionately that it was like she was trying to breathe life into me. I felt her place her hand over the knife wound as though that would stop it from bleeding out. I regretted never being the one to kiss her. She had always been the one kissing me.

"Logan…what did I…say about…letting me…protect you? I love you! You can't…leave me! What am I…supposed to…tell my mom? You were supposed…to be her son-in-law…someday…remember?" Camille said, her words broken up by her sobs.

It broke my heart seeing her cry so much. It shouldn't be humanly possible for anyone to cry as much as she was crying. I had come to terms with the fact that I was going to die. At least I could die happy. Why? Because Camille had finally told me that she loves me.

"Camille…I…love…I…love…"I said, but I never could finish. My eyes shut, and I welcomed the darkness with open arms.

To Be Continued…

A/N: Okay, so two things: 1) I actually cried as I was writing this, and 2) It's official; I'm a dead man!