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"James, stop!" she giggled as he lifted her up, walking towards the pool. "James, don't do it!"

"What are you going to do to stop me?" he asked, nearing the edge of the pool.

They were in North Carolina (yes, they took that drive from Minnesota) at the beach with James' family, and of course they invited Brylee to come along. She was practically a part of the family now that she and James were dating for a year and a half.

"This," she said, her arms wrapped around his neck. She leaned in closer and kissed him the way she knew he'd give in. After another moment, she pulled away with a smirk.

"Wow," James breathed, almost going weak in the knees, but if he did that, he and the girl in his arms would go down.

"I know, right?"

"Yes," he said, then tossed her in the pool before she even had time to react.

Brylee emerged from the water a moment later, a glare on her face. She couldn't believe that didn't work! James bit back his smile as she came over to the edge. She pulled herself out, then stood in front of her boyfriend, arms crossed over her chest.

"I hate you," she said seriously.

"I love you too," he retorted. Brylee rolled her eyes playfully, then walked past him and headed down the sidewalk toward the door. Once she reached it, she turned around with a smirk, eyeing James, who was still at the edge of the pool.

"I might need a little help getting these clothes off," she told him seductively, then smiled. The brown haired boy swallowed hard, then walked toward his girlfriend.

Best decision ever, he thought.

James Diamond was jerked out of his peaceful sleep, and even better dream, by his phone ringing. Groaning, he rolled over and grabbed his phone off his bedside table, just wanting it to shut the hell up.

He noticed that it was Logan calling.

Big Time Rush had ended about two years ago, and even though the guys all went their separate ways, they still kept in touch. After they guys had decided to go their separate ways, Kendall went off to Canada to pursue his hockey dream, Carlos headed off to Texas to do border control, and Logan went back to Minnesota to become a doctor and work at St. Luke's Hospital. As for James, he stayed in LA and picked up acting jobs.

"What the hell do you want Logan?" James sighed, his head half in his pillow.

He found it odd that Logan was calling so early, since they were one hour behind. It was barely six am here, which meant it was still in the four am hour out there.

"J-James," Logan Mitchell stuttered out. "It's your dad."

James' eyes shot open, and he literally hopped out of bed. Even though he was a successful guy, he never forgot about his dad. John Diamond was one of the few people that supported every single one of James' decisions, no matter how stupid. They had a special bond that neither James nor John shared with anyone else.

"What about him?" James asked, his palms sweating. His heart felt like it was just stagnant in his chest, and he was this close to being in hysterics.

"H-He had a massive stroke, James," Logan finally whispered. "I was on call and he came in an-and-"

"I'll be there in two hours. Do my mom and Ashley and Jeremy know?"

"I'm calling them next, I promise."

James stood up, then went to his closet and pulled out a suitcase, then threw clothes into it, not even bothering to look at it.

"Thank you, Logan," he said, somewhat calmly.

"No problem."

"Oh, and Logie?"

Logan smiled despite himself, like he always did when his friends used that stupid nickname they gave him in second grade.

"Yeah?" the older man said.

"Please take care of him," James said seriously.

"I will."

"See you later," the brown haired man said.

"See you." Logan hung up the phone, and James listened to the tone before hanging his up too.

He finished getting his clothes into his suitcase, then he threw everything else into it. After zippering it up, he left it on the floor before getting dressed in jeans, a black t-shirt and gray and blue jacket.

He didn't have to worry about getting a flight, because all he had to do was show up at LAX, then give them his name and they'd have a private jet fly him wherever he needed.

James left his bed un-made, knowing the maid would be around at some point today, then grabbed his sunglasses and headed off to the airport.

To put it simply, it was fucking cold in Minnesota. It was about seven thirty, the sun just starting to come up, and James could tell snow threatened to come from those clouds.

It was early December, and even though there was already a foot and a half of snow on the ground, that wasn't going to keep new snow from falling.

He remembered when it was early December the last time he was here. That's right; he hadn't actually come back after he left for California, except just that one time for a day when Griffin "fired," them.

Her birthday was December 12. This was a full six months or so before he left for LA, so he was still doing Choir and trying to get himself out to California. Brylee and James were lying on the couch in her living room, the warmth from the fire place across the room radiating heat all around.

Her parents were working late and wouldn't be home until around ten. Great birthday present, right? But Brylee didn't care. Her parents were hardly ever around anyway. She'd gotten used to birthdays and other holidays without them. That's what she had friends for.

And now that she was with James, she spent them all with him. His parents were always offering for her to come along on family outings, and she never felt left out. It was like she belonged with them.

"Happy birthday gorgeous," James whispered in his girlfriend's ear as she lay atop him on the couch. Brylee smiled into his t-shirt clad chest, then glanced up at him.

"Thanks," she said. He smiled, then leaned forward and kissed her gently. After they pulled away from each other, they just stared at the other with the most intense gaze. James pulled her up by her waist closer to him, his fingers sneaking under her sweater.

"I love you," he mumbled against his girlfriend's lips.

James pushed the memory from his mind, even though her birthday was next week, and got a taxi to take him to his parents' house first to drop his things off, then to St. Luke's Hospital.

"Thanks," he said quickly to the Middle Eastern driver, shoving him a few bills. He got out, pulling his jacket closer to him as he practically ran into the hospital.

He knew Logan would be in the ICU, and that's where he went, up to the third floor. He wasn't a fan of hospitals because of their sterility and the sick and dying, but he could deal with it.

"I'm looking for Dr. Logan Mitchell," James said once he got to the ICU nurses' station.

"I'm sorry he's with a patient. Is there something you need?" a young nurse asked.

"Yeah, I need to see him damn it!" the older man said.

"Okay, just calm down and I'll call for-"

"I don't want to calm down!" the brunette said loudly, getting a few dirty looks from the people in the waiting room, all with red, puffy eyes.

"How about you take a-"

"Audrey, it's okay, he's a friend," Logan said as he approached James at the nurses' station. His hair was slightly disheveled, his cheeks burning red, the way he got when his impatience started to show.

He hadn't seen James in over six months, but his looks and wardrobe never changed. And neither did his temper.

Which was exactly why Logan loved him.

And no, not like that. Get your mind out of the gutter.

He loved him like a brother because that's basically what he was.

"Come on James," Logan said, his hand on the taller boys shoulder. They walked down the hallway, then down another corridor until Logan stopped. James looked at his dad through the window, and broke down right there.

Logan didn't hesitate at all, wrapping his arms around James and letting the pretty boy cry into his shoulder.

"I-is he going to be okay?" James muttered through tears.

"It's hard to say this early. We'll have a better chance of predicting his future tomorrow."

"Where are my mom and Ashley and Jeremy?"

James pulled away, looking at his best friend with a serious face.

"They already saw him. I think they went to get breakfast or something."

James nodded, then plopped down in a chair a few feet down. He was so fucking jet lagged, and he was hungry, and now he was crying.

Could this day get any worse?