A/N: This has received over 500 reviews. You all are so awesome! Not that you wouldn't be awesome had it not received 500 reviews. You know what? I'm shutting up now. Yeah, that's what I'll do…

Disclaimer: All I want for Christmas is to own Big Time Rush, but Santa said I was a naughty boy, and wow, that came out dirty! My apologies. Heh. Shutting up again…

Big Time Sick

After a week in the hospital, both Carlos and Logan were allowed to return home to The Palm Woods where they would finish their recovery. They still had another 7-11 weeks to go in their recovery. They were both given orders not to do any heavy lifting or anything strenuous. In fact, they were supposed to spend the duration of their recovery getting rest and taking it easy.

Unfortunately, it was time for all the parents except for Mrs. Knight to return home to Minnesota. Each parent was saying bye to their respective child. There was one parent who was noticeably missing though: Mr. Diamond.

James gave his mother a hug.

"I love you, Mom," James said.

"I love you too, James," Brooke Diamond replied.

James kept looking at the door to Apartment 2J, thinking it would open any second and his dad would come walking in. His eyes started to fill with tears. He may have come out of the closet to his parents, but at the expense of having any relationship with his father. Mr. Diamond apparently was ashamed of his son. That had to be it. Or else he would be here to say bye to him like all the other parents.

"Does dad hate me?" James asked, his voice cracking.

"No, sweetie. Your father's just a jerk," Mrs. Diamond said, getting James to laugh.

That's one thing that James loved about his mother. She was brutally honest. It was kind of reminiscent of Carlos in the way that neither had a brain-mouth filter. Except in Carlos' case, he was too innocent to have any malicious intent when he said the truth. In Brooke's case however, that was kind of the point; She would tell you the truth not caring whether it hurt you or not.

"It's true. That's why I divorced him. He cheated on me with a much younger woman. I can't believe it took me so long to realize what a jerk your father is. I guess I just got caught up in how good looking he was," James' mother said.

"Are you sure you're okay with me and Logan, you know, dating?" James asked, suddenly losing all the confidence he normally possessed.

"Do you even need to ask, James? I love Logan, and I love you. Why wouldn't I love the two of you together?" James' mom replied. "Have you asked him out yet? Have you told him how you feel about him since our last heart-to-heart?"

"Well, no."

"Do it. The longer you wait, the more he'll think you're not interested. Just take it from me though; a relationship needs more than just a physical attraction. I hope the two of you have more than just a physical attraction or else I'm afraid it won't work."

James thought about it, and he realized that while of course he was attracted to Logan physically, they did have a deeper connection. The two of them really cared about each other. Throughout his entire sickness, who was there for him? Logan. Who did James go to? Logan. When Logan thought he and Carlos were an item, Logan got jealous. He wouldn't have done that if there was only a physical attraction, would he? Then, there was how James felt when all Logan could think and talk about at the hospital was Carlos. James got jealous then himself.

"Thanks, Mom. I think I'm going to go talk to Logan now. I love you," James said, giving his mom a goodbye kiss.

XXXXX

"My boy!" Officer Garcia said.

Carlos leapt into his father's arms, who promptly caught him, and the father and son hugged.

"Carlos! You're supposed to take it easy!" Sylvia scolded.

Carlos leaned closer and whispered something in his dad's ear.

"Make things right with Mama. I don't like seeing the two of you fighting," he said.

Officer Garcia did a rare thing when he frowned. Carlos didn't seem to understand that it wasn't as simple as that. Officer Garcia didn't condone the way his wife had been treating Logan, and blaming him for things that either weren't his fault or he was deeply sorry for.

"Give your Mama a kiss!" Carlos' mother said.

Officer Garcia glared at his wife as Carlos left him to go say goodbye to her. Was this how it was going to be between them? The two of them fighting over Carlos. He didn't understand what had gotten into her. She had always been sassy. He loved that about her, but this wasn't just sass; it was downright cruelty.

Carlos kissed his mom on the cheek, before hugging her tightly, a content smile on his face. He didn't like that his parents were leaving, but maybe that's what they needed to do; get away from him for a little bit so they could focus on themselves, and hopefully fix the problems they were having.

"Are you sure you don't want me to stay longer?" Sylvia asked.

Carlos shook his head.

"It's okay, Mama. You have a job to get back to in Minnesota. Besides, Mama Knight will take care of me. I actually have a lot of people here who will take care of me," Carlos said.

Sylvia Garcia fought back her tears. It pretty much sounded like Carlos was telling her that he didn't need her even though deep down, she knew that's not what he meant at all. He was far too innocent to say something so mean. She also was fiercely jealous of Jennifer. Carlos was her son, not Jennifer's! If anyone should be taking care of him, now more than ever, it should be her, not Jennifer!

"Mama, can you do something for me before you leave?" Carlos asked.

"Of course, Carlos. What would you like me to do?" she responded.

"Talk to Logan. Make things right with him. I care about both of you, which is why I hate that you're not getting along."

Sylvia sighed. She was afraid Carlos would ask her to do something like that.

"Okay, Carlos. I'll go talk to Logan," Carlos' mom said.

XXXXX

"Give your mom a kiss, Hortense," Joanna Mitchell said, tapping her cheek with her finger.

Logan looked at the doorway to his room to make sure the coast was clear. He was a mama's boy, but he didn't want anyone to know about it, which was why when his friends were around, he acted like he was embarrassed to kiss his mom. Not seeing any of his friends, Logan leaned over and kissed his mom on the cheek.

"I saw that," James commented.

He laughed as Logan turned three different shades of red. Even Logan's mom cracked a smile. That was one of the many adorable things about her son; he got easily embarrassed.

"Aww! That was so cute, Logie," James teased.

"James, knock it off!" Logan whined, trying but failing to get his blushing under control.

Joanna quickly caught on to the way James and Logan were looking at one another. Not wanting to become the third wheel, she started to leave Logan's room.

"I'll leave the two of you alone. Bye, Hortense. I love you!" Joanna said.

"Love you too, Mom!" Logan replied.

James walked over to Logan's bed, sitting down beside him.

"I know I'm not going back to Minnesota, but can I get a hug too?" James asked, somewhat bashfully.

Logan leaned over and wrapped his arms around James, who immediately returned the embrace. James sighed contently. Logan tried to pull back, but James wouldn't let him.

"Okay, James. Can you let go of me now?" Logan asked, not knowing what to make of this new development.

"Nu-uh," James responded.

James couldn't help it if Logan felt so good in his arms. He finally had Logan all to himself. Their one-on-one time was long overdue too.

"Do you want to try again? Me and you I mean," James said.

"Like go out again?" Logan asked.

James would have slapped himself in the forehead, but that would mean letting go of Logan, so he didn't. How could someone as smart as Logan be so slow on the uptake?

"Yeah. Don't you want to? Don't you love me?" James inquired.

It took some effort, but Logan wrestled himself free of James' grasp. James still had a hold of Logan's shoulders though.

"I do," Logan answered.

"You do want to go out with me? Or you do love me?" James questioned.

Logan leaned over and the next thing James knew, Logan was kissing him on the lips. James removed his hands from Logan's shoulders, putting one hand against the side of Logan's face, and running his other hand through Logan's hair. Logan held James' face in between his two hands.

When breathing became an issue, the two boys had no choice but to separate. As each of them pulled back, Logan gave James a chaste kiss on the lips. Afterwards, James was left babbling like an idiot. Just like that, all of James' questions had been answered and then some. He was pleasantly surprised that Logan took the initiative like that.

Logan laughed as James tried to collect himself. James loved the way Logan's eyes crinkled up when he laughed. He loved the sound of Logan's laugh. It wasn't annoying like some laughs were. In fact, James could listen to Logan's laugh all day. But there was something James loved even more than Logan's laugh; his smile. With dimples like Logan's, it was hard not to love Logan's smile.

"Are you okay there, James?" Logan asked, chuckling.

"Hey, you never did answer my question, Logie!" James pouted. "Did you say yes to going out with me or yes to loving me?"

Logan playfully nudged James.

"What do you think?" Logan replied, smirking.

"I don't know. That's why I'm asking!" James exclaimed.

Logan rolled his eyes. It was a good thing James was pretty.

"Yes I want to be your boyfriend, and yes, I love you," Logan answered.

James had a goofy grin on his face, clearly pleased with Logan's answer. Or rather his boyfriend's answer. Boyfriend. James quite liked the sound of that.

"I have a confession," James stated.

"What's that?" Logan asked, suddenly worried.

"Back at the hospital, I was jealous of Carlos. After you woke up from your surgery, the only thing that seemed to be on your mind was seeing Carlos. To be frank, I felt kind of neglected."

Logan frowned, but he also felt sympathy for James.

"James, you have to understand that when I woke up after my surgery, my biggest fear was that it was all for nothing; that something went wrong, and Carlos didn't survive the operation. That is why I was so worried about Carlos. I didn't mean to make you feel less important though. You have to know that," Logan explained.

"I do now. I'm sorry for getting jealous," James replied.

"Don't be. I care about Carlos, but I love you, James. Only you."

Sylvia Garcia knocked on the bedroom door. Both boys looked towards the door. They had entirely different reactions to seeing who was there. James' eyes darkened as he took up a protective stance in front of Logan. On the other hand, Logan was surprised, but glad to see Carlos' mom; they had some issues to resolve too.

"Logan, may I speak with you alone?" she asked.

"Why don't you get out of here? Logan doesn't want to talk to you! Right, Logan?" James asked, turning towards Logan for backup.

"Actually, I think she and I need to talk," Logan answered.

James couldn't believe his ears. He wasn't mad at Logan though. One thing about Logan was that he was entirely too forgiving. In a way, he was kind of like Carlos in that he didn't like to have animosity with anyone for too long.

"Okay, but if she gives you any trouble, be sure to let me know," James said.

Logan nodded his head in understanding. James reluctantly left Logan's bedroom.

XXXXX

Logan could see that Carlos' mom really didn't want to be here right now. Logan was willing to bet that she promised Carlos she would do something before she even knew what it was she was promising. Seeing that she wasn't going to go first, Logan decided that he would.

"I'm not mad at you," Logan said, surprising Sylvia.

"Why not? I've been so awful to you," she responded.

Logan thought it was a start that she was even admitting that.

"Because you were the one person who wasn't afraid to tell me all the things I didn't want to hear. I was actually kind of surprised. I thought James' mom was the brutally honest one. You did what you felt was right even if you were the only one. I admire that," Logan admitted.

"I just hope you know that it's not that I don't care about you, Logan. You've been a huge part of my son's life for years now that I would like to think you know that I care about you," Sylvia said.

"I know. You were just looking out for Carlos. I certainly can't fault you for that. Really, you were just voicing the thoughts that were in my head. You trusted me, and I broke your trust. I realize that I have to earn back your trust, and that will take time, but I hope that one day you will learn to trust me again. I've learned my lesson, and I'm not going to hurt Carlos or any of my friends like that ever again."

Sylvia walked over to Logan's bedside. She held one of his hands in hers.

"Despite what I said back at the hospital, I really am glad that you pulled through, Logan. I also don't think I ever told you this, but thank you for saving Carlos' life twice. If not for you…I don't know what I would have done if…" Sylvia trailed off, eyes full of tears.

"Hey, look at me," Logan said. Sylvia reluctantly did so, her eyes glimmering with tears. "Carlos is alive though. Try not to think about what could have been, okay? He's getting better with each passing day. I think he's even starting to get his short-term memory back. He's not repeating himself like he used to."

Sylvia nodded her head. When she was saying goodbye to Carlos earlier, he didn't repeat himself once. She would even venture to say that he wasn't starting to get his short-term memory back. He has his short-term memory back. He still didn't remember the concert, but Sylvia was fine with that. She thought that was for the best anyways.

"I really am sorry for how I treated you, Logan," Carlos' mom said.

"Don't be. People think I'm too forgiving, but if you ask me, everyone but you was too forgiving when it came to me. You treated me exactly as I deserved…" Logan started to say.

"No. You're wrong. You didn't deserve it. Not after all that you did for not just Carlos, but Kendall and James as well."

Logan frowned.

"I wish people would stop treating me like I'm some sort of hero. I'm not. I'm far from it," Logan remarked.

Logan averted his gaze. Mrs. Garcia gave Logan's hand a gentle squeeze.

"Hey, look at me," she instructed, much like Logan instructed her earlier. Logan obliged. "I don't know what your definition of a hero is, but you saved Kendall's life, James' life, and Carlos' life. I think that makes you a hero."

Logan wasn't comfortable with the idea of people thinking he was a hero. It was like they were completely forgetting about all the bad stuff he had done that was unbecoming of a hero. His hands were hardly clean even though everyone seemed to treat him like he was some sort of saint.

Logan was surprised when Carlos' mother leaned over and hugged him.

"Take care of my Carlos for me," she said. "And take care of yourself too."

Logan was stunned. He thought he still had to earn her trust, but from the way she talked, it sounded like he already had.

To Be Continued…

A/N: What the heck is up with me writing all this tender stuff? Is something wrong with me or what? This will not do! Lol.