Hey y'all! So, normally I don't like messing around with actual canon episodes, but I'm going to get over my usual aversion because someone requested this! This chapter is dedicated to Flower (Guest) for the request. This chapter was difficult because this is season 4 Logan we're dealing with here, and I personally have imagined the other one shots are season 1-2 Logan. Oh well, I like challenges.

Oh and Flower, there's a bit of a panic/anxiety attack in here, which I don't think you asked for, but it came to me whilst writing, so I hope you enjoy it anyway!

Enjoy the chapter, everyone!

He wasn't actually sleeping. He knew that, and Logan might have known that. And yet, somehow, James found his mouth being suctioned into the vacuum.

And naturally, if one finds his face being sucked into a vacuum, he has automatically gained the rights to (1) be angry and (2) chase the person who caused his face to be suctioned whilst angry. So, with these new rights, James chases Logan through the blue bus.

"Logan!" he shouts.

"I'm just trying to make this a pleasant ride!" the genius squeaks back in reply, tearing through the Blue Bus, just to make it through the door, just to get to the safety of the Brown Bus. Unfortunately, he has reached the back of the bus, the dead end. James hovers over him. He's cornered now.

James can't remember what he said. Neither can Logan. All James remembers is when he stopped chewing Logan out with his extensive verbal harassment, the look on the genius's face.

Logan was pale, paler than usual anyway. "I'm sorry," he mutters.

He starts off quiet, then gradually louder. It's the same two words over and over again. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Until he goes quiet again, reverting back to old habits James hasn't seen maybe since they were twelve, wrapping his arms and pulsing his feet back and forth.

It's worse than normal. He must have triggered something, because Logan's obviously snapped. He's been so stressed since the tour started, even before then, so it makes sense, but—

It sucks to watch Logan pulse his feet back and forth. They weren't twelve the last time it happened. James had remembered incorrectly. They were fourteen. Logan might have been thirteen, just turned fourteen. Still, old habits die hard?

James wishes this one would beat itself into the ground.

James cringes as his friend continues this, the fear plain and clear in his facial expression. He kneels down beside his friend, who obviously isn't fully present. James clears his throat.

What is Logan thinking right now? What's got him like this this time?

"Loges, come on. Wouldn't you be mad if someone sucked your face into a vacuum?"

His attempt at humor to diffuse the situation fails, because he's not Carlos. It's a deflection tactic, or, more accurately, a de-escalation tactic. But it's not working. Logan still has this fear in his eyes, but he's not even looking at James anymore.

"I was mad, right? And you know what I'm like when I'm mad, Logan. I said stupid, mean, things."

Logan's eyes are closed, he's trying to breathe normally, to get out of this. James is staring right at him, Logan knows that. James is staring right at him because he's acting so stupid. Logan tries not to think about his feet. That might go away on its own.

"I'm sorry. I know it was an accident, too, yeah? Yeah. An accident."

Logan squeezes his eyes shut tighter. They're going on tour right now. They have a tour to get dressed for and perform for. They're in a traffic jam, but they'll be there soon. They have to be there soon.

He already feels so bad about being late the last three times. Victoria's setlist isn't all that long. Not long enough to compensate for when the four members of Big Time Rush tumble out of the bus in hockey jerseys, or in handcuffs.

Poor Victoria.

Poor James, too.

Logan opens his eyes to stare at his feet. He bites his lip and shuts his eyes again. Old habits die hard.

"Logan?"

Logan is begging with himself. Just stop pulsing his feet. Stop. Unwrap his arms.

He grabbed his feet as a desperate attempt to stop. He's aware, of course, that he looks crazy, stupid and just out of his mind.

And this is the most embarrassing thing, that seventeen year old Logan Mitchell still has to physically restrain his own body like this.

No, this, this, is the most embarrassing thing. That eighteen year old James Diamond was holding onto his feet instead, unflinching.

Logan exhales, eyes closed. It's over, he's fine. Aside from the fact that it happened at all.

He backs up against the wall before James has any time to comment. He grabs his clothes for the concert, neatly labeled and folded in one of the overhead cabinets, locks himself in the bathroom and changes.

He's going to forget about this in twenty years, he reasons to himself. Twenty years from now, he's not going to consider this the worst day of life. Twenty years from now, he's not going to remember the terrified, stone look on James's face. Twenty years from now he's going to forget how tightly James held onto his feet. Twenty years from now, he'll barely recall that stupid habit.

He sighs. Twenty years from now, he's going to remember how he locked himself in the bathroom to hide from his friend.

Logan changes quickly, and leaves the bathroom quicker. He busies himself with rearranging the several healthy snacks he's stocked the place with. He's cutting the non-existent crust off of sandwiches that he's already prepared hours before, when James sneaks up behind him, tapping him on the shoulder.

"I'm holding a knife!" Logan exclaims. "James, I could've sliced my own finger off."

"But you didn't." the boy's eyes wander to the plate of sandwiches. "Can I have a sandwich?"

"Sure."

James takes one and bites into it. "It's a good sandwich."

"Thanks."

There's a heavy silence that settles over the two. Logan makes the conscious decision not to bite his lip, and instead trains his eyes on the sandwiches he's already cut but will be cutting again because he can't look at James.

"Logan, I know you're stressed. Touring is stressful."

Logan nods and continues to cut his sandwiches.

"You don't have to be embarrassed or anything."

The knife clatters to the ground. Logan bends down to retrieve it, he won't cut any more sandwiches with this one. So he opens up a drawer, searching for another knife. He finds one and grips it tightly. He resumes cutting the crusts off the sandwiches. "I'm not."

"Don't lie."

"I'm not lying."

"Can I take another sandwich?"

"Only if we can go onto the Brown Bus."

"Fine."

So, sandwiches in hand, and knives not in hand, James and Logan make their way out of the Blue Bus, across the traffic jam, and into the Blue Bus.

James shares a look with Kendall, as Carlos and Logan are engaging in a particularly painful looking round of honk bonk. Wait, honk bonk?

James receives a rather aggressive punch from Logan, and James returns one with equal force.

"You didn't say honk bonk," Logan complains as he rubs his arm.

"Neither did you, my friend. Neither did you."

And that's that! Flower, darling, I hope you were pleased with this, I did try my best, I just suck at endings. Anyway, yay I did a double update. Have a nice day everyone!