A/N: So I learned something yesterday. Me + shopping carts + Monster energy drink RIGHT BEFORE work = Energizer bunny on crack! Oh, and I changed my mind about the episode 'Big Time Girlfriends' now. I don't hate it anymore. Want to know why? Huh? Do you? Carlos! He was awesome in it! Just like I thought Logan was the stand out in 'Welcome Back Big Time,' I thought Carlos was the stand out in 'Big Time Girlfriends.' "I'm Carlos. I like summer breezes, winter snow storms, and seeing cats get what's coming to them!" *singing happily and snapping fingers* "And now I can't find all the pieces! Yeah!" Then of course, *mocking Camille* "Love isn't just gonna run up with a corn dog and a hockey stick!"

Disclaimer: I own nothing, but I do get paid today. Yay! But I can't touch my money until tomorrow because it's "pending" or whatever. Boo!

Big Time Disaster

Sanders versus Sanders

Camille's POV

I tossed and turned in my bed. Ever since I watched Logan die before my very eyes, I hadn't been getting any sleep. I couldn't get comfortable for one. Secondly, I couldn't sleep long because I was haunted by nightmares of Logan dying. Each nightmare was different, but it always ended the same—Logan died.

Camille's nightmare

I was in the visitation room at juvenile hall. For some reason, it was just me and Logan. Kendall, James, and Carlos weren't there like they were when this had actually happened. The two of us were holding hands and gazing into each other's eyes. Ever since Logan got arrested, we didn't get to spend a whole lot of time together, and so we cherished what little time we did have.

The next thing I knew I was in pitch-black darkness. I couldn't even see my own hands in front of my face. My heart started to race. Where was I? Why couldn't I see anything? What was going on? Where was Logan?

Then a lone spotlight shone through the darkness. I could see Logan standing there. He had his trademark smile on his face. He was waving at me. I started running towards him. Then I noticed that something was wrong. I kept running and running, but he wasn't getting any closer. In fact, he was getting further away.

"Logan, no! Don't go!" I screamed.

Tears started falling from my eyes. I was breathing in short, ragged breaths. It was strange. He still stood there smiling and waving at me. Why wasn't he freaked out by what was happening? Wait a second. Was he waving goodbye to me? No, that couldn't be it! I must be wrong! Please tell me I'm wrong!

I gasped in horror when I saw someone come up behind Logan. It was my father. He held a knife in his hand—the same knife Sid had used to stab Logan. The spotlight glinted off the steel of the blade. Logan didn't seem to notice that anyone was behind him. He had no idea he was in danger.

"Logan, behind you!" I yelled.

I ran as fast and as hard as I could, but he was getting further and further away from me. It was like he was slipping away from me. He hadn't heard my warning. He remained standing there smiling and waving at me.

I could do nothing but watch as my father plunged the knife straight through his heart. The tip of the blade poked out of Logan's chest. Blood started flowing out from the corners of his mouth. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, and he dropped to his knees.

"No!" I shrieked.

This couldn't be happening! Not again! Why was my father doing this? Why didn't Logan listen to my warning? Was he dying? Or was he already…dead? I clutched my own chest. It was like I could feel the physical pain Logan was feeling. I squeezed my eyes shut tightly. I sank to my knees. The moment I stopped running was the moment I was right next to Logan.

My dad pulled out the knife only to stab Logan again. I went to try to grab the knife from my dad, but my hand passed right through him. I looked at my hands in disbelief. What just happened? Why couldn't I stop my dad from killing Logan?

Logan now lay prone on the ground. He wasn't moving. He wasn't even breathing. My dad didn't stop there though. He kept stabbing Logan over and over again. Hot tears streamed down my face. My vision was blurred by my tears.

"Dad, stop it! You're killing him!" I shouted.

The next thing I knew, my dad had completely vanished. I was now holding something in my hands. I lifted it up to my face to inspect it, and immediately dropped it when I saw what it was—it was the knife. It clattered on the ground.

Why had I been holding the knife? What was going on here? Did I kill Logan? No, that can't be right! I knelt down beside him, and started shaking him.

"Logan, wake up! Logan! Come on! Don't die on me now! You can't leave me! Open your eyes!" I screamed at him.

There was a massive pool of blood that was accumulating beneath him. I looked at my hands, and they had blood on them too—Logan's blood.

"No!" I cried out.

I lay down beside him. I draped one of his limp arms around me. I snuggled into his embrace, and rested my head on his chest. I could feel the side of my face immediately start to get wet with Logan's blood. I strained my ears trying to hear Logan's heartbeat, but it had stopped.

End nightmare

"Logan!" I yelled, sitting straight up in my bed.

My entire body was covered in a sheen of sweat. It matted my hair to my forehead. My pulse and my breathing were accelerated. I was literally shaking from head to toe. My mom came rushing into my bedroom, turning my light on. I felt myself sink in my bed a little bit as she sat down beside me, and gathered me in her arms.

"Sweetie, it was just a nightmare. You're fine," my mom said reassuringly.

"What about Logan? Is he fine too?" I asked, my eyes wide with panic.

My mother didn't answer me right away. She was frightened by my behavior. Oh no! Why wasn't she answering me? Had something happened to Logan while I was having my nightmare? Was that even a nightmare? It seemed so real!

"Honey, he's on life support. Remember?" she replied.

"Are you sure? When's the last time you checked? What if something has changed since then?" I asked frantically.

I broke away from my mother. I got out of my bed, and slipped on my slippers. I started heading for the front door.

"Camille, where are you going? You're in your pajamas for Heaven's sake!" my mom exclaimed.

"I have to see Logan! Now!" I hollered.

"It's not even visitation hours yet."

"I don't care! I need to see him! I need to know he's still alive!"

XXXXX

Freight Train let me and my mother in to see Logan. I pulled up a chair, and sat at his bedside. I took his hand in mine, and flinched at how cold it was. I was saddened by the fact that I had to grab his hand; he couldn't grab mine.

I hated seeing him like this. I hated seeing him connected to all these machines. He looked so small and vulnerable. I heard the steady beeping of the heart monitor letting me know that he was alive—even if it was through artificial means. I still couldn't believe it though. If he was alive, then why does it feel like I've lost him?

Fresh, hot tears spilled from my eyes. I leaned over and planted a kiss on his forehead. A couple of tears dripped off my nose and splattered on his closed eyes. I held my breath as I waited in anticipation. I don't know why I was expecting something to happen. It's not like my tears would magically fix him or something. I came back to reality, and started breathing regularly again.

He looked so peaceful lying there. At least it didn't look like he was in any pain. What, did all these machines feel pain for Logan too? They did practically everything else for Logan!

"Remember when Carlos came up with the idea of having me talk to you to get you to wake up? It worked then. I figure it's worth a shot," I said.

I stared at Logan foolishly thinking that he would react to the sound of my voice. I was left disappointed. He didn't acknowledge that I had been speaking to him. For all I know, he didn't even hear anything I said at all.

"Come on, sleepyhead. Don't you think you've slept in long enough now?" I asked, caressing the side of his face as more tears leaked out of the corners of my eyes.

I felt my mom place her hand on my shoulder, giving a gentle squeeze. With my other hand, I reached up and put my hand on top of my mother's.

"So today is the custody hearing. By the end of the day, I'll know which parent I'm going to live with. My dad wants me to testify against my mother. He threatened to hurt those who I care about if I don't do what he says. As far as I'm concerned though, nothing he does will hurt me more than what he's already done to you. I'm so confused right now. What should I do, Logan?" I asked.

I felt stupid for even asking him in the first place. It's not like he could answer me. I mean I was basically talking to someone who was in a vegetative state.

"Come on, Camille. We really should start getting ready," my mom said.

"I'll be back later, Logan. Okay? I'll tell you how it all turned out," I stated, before leaning over and kissing him on the lips this time.

XXXXX

My mom and I were waiting outside the courtroom. I hated thinking that this could be the last time I got to see my mother. If I did what my father said, and testified against her, then there stood a good chance that my dad would get full custody. Usually in custody battles, the judge awards custody to whomever the child they are fighting over wants to live with. I didn't really want to live with my dad, but I didn't have much of a choice.

My mother grabbed my hand, and I turned my body so that I was facing her. I could tell she was nervous. She was trying to mask it, but it was still there on her face. There was also sadness on her face.

"Camille, whatever happens today, just remember that I love you," she said.

I wrapped my arms around her in a hug.

"I know, Mom. I love you too!" I replied.

I was uneasy about this whole situation too. I would feel much better if I had some idea of the outcome. There were no guarantees though one way or the other. Custody battles were also based on who could provide the best home for the child. My mom was living at The Palm Woods. My dad was living in a rundown apartment in a bad part of Los Angeles. I was holding onto hope that was enough for the judge to grant my mom full custody of me.

My mom's lawyer checked her watch. "It's time," she informed us.

The three of us walked into the courtroom. When we entered, we saw my dad's lawyer, but there was no sign of my dad. I took my seat in the back, while my mom and her lawyer went to sit up front. The judge entered the courtroom.

"All rise," the bailiff said.

We all stood up until the judge took his seat.

"You may be seated," the judge said.

"Where's your client?" the judge asked my father's lawyer.

"I have no idea. I've been trying to contact him, but he's not answering his cell," my dad's lawyer replied.

My mom looked back at me and we traded looks with one another. Things were looking up after all. If my dad didn't show up at court, then the judge would have no choice but to award full custody to my mom. I was hopeful.

"Your Honor, please give him five more minutes. I'll keep trying to contact him," my father's lawyer said.

"Five minutes, but not a second longer. I have other cases to get to today," the judge replied.

I watched my father's lawyer pull out his cell phone and repeatedly try to contact my father. As happy as I was that it looked like I would be living with my mother, a part of me was concerned. Why would my father not show up in court? I thought he wanted full custody of me. It just didn't make sense. He blackmailed me into testifying against my mother only for him to pull a no-show?

Then, it dawned on me. The reason he wasn't at court was probably because he had fled town. The reason why he wasn't answering his cell was because he didn't want to be contacted. I couldn't be certain, but my guess is that he probably had his cell turned off. You can only track a cell signal if a cell phone is on. My dad's lawyer probably just got my dad's voicemail.

Why would my dad flee town though? Unless…unless he had hurt someone. I suddenly remembered Carlos asking me for my father's address. Oh God! Not Carlos! My dad didn't! Did he? My eyes started to brim with tears. It was bad enough that I already felt responsible for what happened to Logan, but now I was also partly to blame for whatever happened to Carlos.

I was convinced that something bad had happened to Carlos. I just didn't know what. If only I hadn't given Carlos my father's address. But Carlos told me he wasn't in any danger. He promised me that he would be careful. Who am I kidding? He probably just did that so I wouldn't worry about him.

Was he hurt? Did my father leave him for dead? Or was Carlos already dead? Why hadn't he called me? Why didn't he let me know how his visit with my father went? Or was he still at my father's apartment? Is that why I haven't heard from him? But wait. If he was still at my father's apartment, then how could my dad have already fled town? Unless he hasn't fled town yet. What if Carlos and my dad were at my father's apartment this instant?

I suddenly had difficulty breathing. I hunched over, and placed both my hands over my chest. The courtroom was spinning around me.

"Camille, breathe. Inhale. Exhale. Just like before. Remember?" I recalled Logan saying to me.

I took deep, cleansing breaths, and I slowly felt myself start to calm down.

"Have you been able to reach your client?" the judge asked my father's lawyer.

"Not yet. Give me five more minutes your Honor. Please?" he replied.

"I'm afraid I can't do that. I have a full schedule of cases today. Seeing how your client didn't show up in the courtroom, I have no choice but to grant full custody to Mrs. Sanders. Court dismissed," the judge said striking the gavel.

I quickly made my way over to my mom. We hugged each other. I pulled away.

"Camille, what is it? What's wrong?" she asked.

"I have to call Carlos," I answered.

I ran out of the courtroom, and pulled out my cell phone before dialing Carlos' number.

"Come on, Carlos. Pick up. Please pick up," I said out loud.

To Be Continued…

A/N: You know what the best part of my day is? Getting review alerts in my inbox. Every time I'm on break or lunch at work, I always check. Oh, and am I the only one who noticed the lack of continuity in the actual show? I mean I thought Jo was in Los Angeles to be a singer. Remember 'Big Time Break' when Kendall was all, "So you're a singer, right? Well, do you sing as good as you fight?" Now, she is an actress? Unless she sings and acts…Maybe that's it. Or maybe I was right and the producers or whatever forgot what they originally had Jo in Hollywood for. I know, I know. I'm way too analytical…