Six months Earlier...

James is resting his head against the wall outside of the barn. His headphones play the subtle tones of lofi. He's alright.

You see, here, James is waiting on a friend. A friend who is to tell him of some deeply unfortunate news but that's not for some time so we will rest here in the golden light of the suns new day. Dew drops lay across the green grass blades and spring is fading away. The birds in the summer air do play their melody. How in the bliss he dreams.

Of who? Of what?

A trip, somewhere buzzing with life, away from all this. Someone who's hands are soft but know the work. Some feeling you only find when you make the time to actually listen to the music and your with someone who somehow makes it sound better.

For now, though, he sits alone. He smokes his weed up here on the balcony outside the barn roof where he sleeps on stacks of hay, guitar close by for these lazy post work days. Above the horses and the hens who hold the day in warm routine. He's spent so much time here learning how to love the world. How to love himself.

Then came the day an old friend came by. Samantha and her twin sister Melanie came rolling in her deep red mercedes. She was so very full of charisma. Thrilled for her new job under the staff at Grey Sloan. She had on big shades and her favorite turtle neck with wild untammed hair while her sister, who would also be attending with her, looked uncomfortable in the business suit and a high pony straight as NFL.

James was awoken from an early morning nap by the sound of a fly buzzing around his head and the door of the car slamming shut. Guess who's a damn attending, you guessed it. His best friend Logan Mitchell. So of course James is going to jump on the chance to ride out there and see him. Up all night waiting on the sunrise with these two and a ditzy, lovesick latino boy on the run from the law. Mornings on hotel balconies in Carlos' baggy t-shirts and boxers. Tequila and kisses with said Latino.

Then the girls are showing up for semester in washington and James is all thrilled to see Logan but Logan was too busy. Too busy for friends. All in a hurry over his big new project. Him and Melanie sabotaging the program to get Logan to stop with his powerlust and Samantha's climb up the surgical ladder in such a short time.

Then the day came that they showed up looking for Carlos and the boys had to leave Seattle behind. James said goodbye to Carlos in a crowded mall when they'd been cornered and Carlos found his way into Camille's world leaving James to go back to his home. It was in the morning of Summer's end that he got the call.

An experiment went wrong. Logan was put into quarantine. When they were little the boys told each other their worst fears beneath firefly lights in bed tents. Fears like being alone. Fears like watching people you love get hurt. To them, at the age of nine, spiders and ghosts weren't scary. They were cool. Other people were scary. People who wouldn't like the idea of James kissing Logan alone in the sheets in the middle of the night. People who hold Logan hostage now because he's contagious.

Well not anymore it seems. The boy busted out and James is being repaired by this beast of a guy he once knew. This version of Logan is scary and big and nothing like that little boy he used to share life with. The two of them no bigger than a pin drop deciding what love would be for them. This was a beast and it devoured that little boy.

Today...

It's about fifteen minutes after midnight and Lucy lies alone in the light of the moon peaking in through a hole in the ceiling. She's weeping. Her hands are on the necklace the love of her life gave her as a gift.

Don't go out there, she had said to Jo that night.

Jo didn't listen. Always trying to be the hero. Now Lucy is alone and she's been cut open by a wacked out boy mad on laughing juice who's hitting the panic button on a very stupid very big stunt being pulled by one of her friends. That's the thing. HE- Logan isn't a friend anymore. Not when you kill her lover. So what if Jo was the one who sued the company that was supplying his good subjects. Jo had every right.

Logan's sheer selfishness had him wanting to cure a disease that didn't even exist for a stupid prize from the Harper Avery foundation. Lucy had been in love with someone and he took that away. So here it is. Her moment to pull herself together. Only it doesn't come. Why?

The spirit haunts the halls.

Jo seems to be dancing around the room. Laughter is in the air. Can she lie in this. Allow psychosis to riddle her mind. Subject herself to delusion. No. She has to believe it isn't real and get up. That's all she has to do. She is no longer bound. The boy, Drake Parker, is unconcious on the floor. It's now or never. Her head hurts. Her eyes are heavey. Her legs feel like they have no circulation. Still she moves her spine forward and with it comes her upper half.

Move your fucking legs, She thinks.

With a brute force she shoves her weight onto her feet and sloshes to the side. Regaining her ballance against the wall she goes for the door. It wont budge. Somethings blocking her in. Looks like she'll have to go through the back...