Hey y'all! Back with another chapter, which is dedicated to RocqueR (Guest) for the request. This chapter is not the same as Big Time Report. However, it does feature our beloved NCSI guy (I'm quite hilarious, can't you tell?) so this can also be considered part 3 to Big Time Bully. Part 2 I believe I said was Big Time Signs? So this is Part 3 to that. Now, watch me try and fail to not give NCSI guy a name because I want to keep it canon (ignoring the sleep deprived fever dream chapter that was Big Time Birthday). Happy reading! Enjoy!

Logan could not exactly recall how he had ended up with this arrangement. It was sometime between when this guy cornered him in the hallway after class, and when he got home later after rehearsal, sitting down at his desk, two math packets laid out in front of him.

The math packets were identical. One of them was Logan's, the other was this guy's.

It was rather cliché that Logan had found himself doing the bully's homework, but cliché or not, he hoped it would save him his wrath for a few days.

The deal was simple: he had said to do his homework, and promised that maybe, he wouldn't beat him to a pulp after classes.

This maybe was the key word. Logan doubted it would actually matter, but on the off-chance it did matter, he wasn't about to risk it.

Logan developed a system. He would keep both papers laid out in front of him. He wrote his name down on one, and left the other blank. He didn't know the guy's name.

He did all the work on his own paper, then, once he was sure he had the right answer, he would copy it to the other paper. It was practically flawless, until Logan came to a problem he didn't remember how to solve. It was the last problem on the paper.

He groaned, tapping his pencil against his desk. It was easy, he knew it was easy, he had done several of these problems in class before. But he just couldn't figure it out.

He groaned in frustration again, racking his brain for the answer. The formula.

"Logan?" That was Kendall. Logan could hear him shifting in his bed. Logan had been too loud. "Logan, what are you doing? It's almost midnight."

"Nothing, nothing, sorry, go back to sleep." Logan's pencil tapping grew more aggressive. He wasn't going to be able to finish the work for either of them tonight. Which meant, tomorrow morning, he would be beaten to a pulp, as he expected.

Those had been the guy's exact words, after all. "Beat you to a pulp."

"Well, I'm awake now." Kendall slid out of bed. He walked along the wall, fumbling for the light switch. It clicked, saturating their bedroom with an unnecessary amount of light.

Kendall stood behind Logan, peering over his shoulder. "You're still doing homework this late?"

He nodded, sweeping his hand over the second sheet of paper, punching it to the side of the desk, out of Kendall's sight. He was not being as discreet as he thought he was. "Rehearsal ran pretty late."

Kendall squinted at him, furrowing his eyebrows. "What was that you just did?"

Logan's face heated up before he could stop it. He was caught. "What was what?"

Kendall grabbed Logan's hand, motioning with it. "Well, you went like this," Kendall copied the movement of Logan sweeping the second paper to the other side of the desk. Logan's hand connected with the discarded paper. Kendall glanced back at him, then at the paper. He dropped his hand. Taking the paper, he began reading it.

Kendall's eyes darted between the math sheet that Logan was working on at his desk and the one he was holding. "Logan, these are the same."

He laughed nervously, trying to snatch the paper back from Kendall, who held it above his head. "Oh well, must have gotten two copies. Anyway, can I have that back, thanks. It's due tomorrow."

Kendall was crumpling up the paper. He tossed it in the trash bin, shrugged and climbed back into bed. "Just turn in the one you have."

Logan bit his lip. Was he about to dig in the trash for this paper? Yes. Was it going to put him in a hopelessly embarrassing situation no matter how he explained it? Yes. But he did it anyway. He needed to.

The paper was quite possibly the most expertly crumpled paper Logan had ever had the displeasure of uncrumpling. It was a strenuous, yet tedious task.

"Logan," Kendall complained, turning in his bed, pressing a pillow over his head. "Go to sleep. Stop."

Logan did not stop. "I'm not done with the sheet, you crumpled it so much, I can't even read it."

"You have a second copy!"

"Yes, but—"

Kendall got out of bed again and nearly dragged Logan to his. "No! But nothing, because it's past midnight, and you already have it finished!"

Logan shook his head. Kendall didn't care, he was fishing for something in Logan's backpack. He pulled out a bulky, blue binder where Logan kept all his schoolwork. Kendall idly flipped through the various folders, stopping when he came to the appropriately labeled MATH HOMEWORK folder. He opened it up and slipped the original copy of the homework inside.

But then he flipped through the contents of the folder. On one side was Logan's work, on the other was this guy's. Logan had double copies of everything. Kendall shut the binder, turning to face him.

Logan pretended not to notice the look on Kendall's face.

"Logan, you have two copies of everything."

He nodded, fidgeting with the blanket between his fingers. "Great. Always prepared. Goodnight."

But that wasn't the end.

"What is going on?"

"Nothing. I'm just tired, I'm going to sleep now. You should too." He smiled, and Kendall only glared.

"What is going on?" Kendall sat down next to Logan on his bed, trying to remain calm. Logan shifted away, kicking at him.

"Get off, Kendall. I'm trying to sleep."

"And I'm trying to figure this out. Are you going to tell me?"

"We have school in less than seven hours. Which means we'll get only six hours of sleep, probably less. Did you know your risk of cardiac arrest later in life increases by 200 percent if you consistently get less than six hours of sleep? I personally am not a fan of getting cardiac arrest."

"Stop being a smart ass."

"Better than getting my ass beat to a pulp in the morning."

"What?"

Logan screwed up. Logan screwed up before he even knew what he had muttered under his breath. Kendall was dragging him up by the arm, they were leaving the apartment in the middle of the night.

"Kendall, stop, what are you doing?" Logan ran ahead of him, blocking him. "Let's just go back. I'm tired, I'm really tired, please, stop, no—"

Kendall had trapped him in the elevator. "Who is it, Logan?" he asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

"I'm really, really, tired." Logan mumbled, eyes closed, slumping against the wall. "Let's go back?"

Kendall repeated his question. As a warning, he added, "Don't give me that, nobody, it's nobody bullshit, Logan."

"But it really is nobody, I promise. Plus, it's not like doing the homework twice is all the hard, I just have to copy it. It's not a big deal, Kendall."

Kendall threw his hands up in frustration, grabbing Logan's arm again as they exited the elevator. "Why do you say that? Yes, it is a big deal, let me handle it. Who is it?"

Logan's lack of eye contact with him, at least, the lack of attempting eye contact, was the first clue. His fidgeting and balling up his hands into fists was the second. The third was Logan's silence.

"I'm gonna kill him," Kendall decided. "Come on."

"You don't know where he lives."

"Yes, I do. Jo films New Town High on the same lot, I might have gotten her to tell me."

"Kendall, it's late, please."

But they were there, in front of some apartment door. It was too dark to see the door number. Kendall knocked, pounding on the damn thing four times.

"Kendall."

"Shut up, Logan, everything's fine."

"No, it—"

The door opened. There he was, NCSI guy, staring at them from the doorframe. Kendall glowered at him, but he didn't flinch. Logan did, however, and Kendall wrapped an arm around his shoulders.

"You came to deliver the homework, nerd," he spat. "Or what?"

Logan hummed nervously. He was not in the mood to be in a midnight brawl, and the way Kendall was glaring at this guy, that could be a possibility. "I don't have—-I don't have the homework."

"I told you to get it done."

He's ready to leave, he doesn't need this. It was so much easier when he could go about the whole thing quietly, not have Kendall breathing down his neck like this, watching him. Kendall, on the other hand, does not look ready to leave.

"Why was Logan doing your homework?" Kendall asked, already knowing the answer. "Because I'm pretty sure you're supposed to be doing your work if you want to keep a job here."

Logan tried to walk away. He tried to get away before anyone could throw a punch, and he was almost successful, tugging Kendall along with him. They were almost out of this dark hallway, they were about to turn the corner and go back up the elevators. Kendall had planned to say more to the guy, probably, but Logan needed to get out of there. So they tried to.

And the NCSI guy said something he shouldn't have, something either about Kendall or Logan, but most likely about Logan. Kendall whirled around and punched him in the gut. Logan stood stone-stiff, watching, biting down on his fist. He would've screamed at him to stop, but it was midnight, people were sleeping. It wasn't like Kendall was going to kill the guy. Right?

Right.

Logan waited until the door to the guy's apartment closed to turn around. Kendall didn't look too bad. He shook out his wrists, but that was the only indication that there had been a fight at all. He smiled at Logan, a cross between a grimace and a grin, so different from usual, that it made him uncomfortable. Logan averted eye contact as they walked back to 2J.

"Did you get hurt?" he whispered, his hand spasming with nerves as he wrapped his fingers around the doorknob. He opened the door slowly. It creaked, and Logan bit his lip and winced.

Kendall shrugged at the question. "No, not really."

"Not really?" Logan repeated, fear creeping into his voice. He opened their bedroom door and nearly started tearing the dresser apart in search of the first aid kit. There was one in the bathroom too, but he always made sure there was one in each bedroom. It was just a safety precaution, especially with the four members of Big Time Rush under the same roof. Injuries were constantly in rotation: sprains, breaks, bruises, anything.

"Let me see," Logan asked, still searching. It wasn't in its usual spot, but somehow he had found it in his sock drawer. He opened up the small blue case, taking a mental inventory of its contents and what Kendall might need to remedy his injuries. "Is anything bleeding?"

"No."

"Broken?"

"No."

"Bruised?"

"No, Logan. I'm fine."

His hand hovered over the lid of the first aid kit, thinking through every reason not to shut it. "Are you sure?"

"Yes."

He shut the case with a sharp, resounding click. He stuffed it back in the sock drawer, too tired to actually remember its usual place in the bedroom. He climbed into bed, eyes closed, mind racing.

"He's going to beat me up in the morning."

Beat you to a pulp.

"No, he won't. Not anymore."

And that's another chapter done! Hope you enjoyed, especially you, RocqueR. Have a lovely day!