Disclaimer: I'd like to point out that I do not and I never will own Big Time Rush, Kendall Schmidt, Logan Henderson, Carlos Pena, Jr., and James Maslow. I do own, however, Catalina "Cat" Aragon, Michael and Andres, and Junior Detective Keller. I semi-own Detective Spencer.

Author's Note: Please enjoy my first official Big Time Rush Fan-fiction. It was originally going to be 84. Out Cold of the 100 themes challenge I'm doing for Big Time Rush, but it expanded to something much more than that.

Downhill From Here

Chapter 2

Mikkal

If he could Carlos would scream in fear as his horse took after Logan's, it must have been that herd thing the pale teen had sprouted out earlier on the way here. The speed was frightening, not use to going this fast when he wasn't in a car...or a roller coaster.

He held the reins in a death grip, trying hard not to pull too harshly on them but at the same time keep himself on the fast moving animal.

The Latino was perfectly fine waiting for his horse to tired out, but when he saw Logan fly into the air and his black horse freeze, Carlos pulled back as smoothly as he could to stop the Paint. She slid stopping right next to the knocked out teen and he scrambled out of the saddle.

Not even a second later the black horse snickered and they both took off. He watched them go in shock.

But one look at the even paler than normal teen made all of those thoughts fly out of his mind as he crouched down next to him.

"Logan?" He touched a shoulder and immediately took it away, the heat coming off the joint was not good. "Come on, Logan. I need you to wake up."

Logan squeezed his eyes tighter together before they squinted open. "Carlos?" He groaned. "What's goin' on?"

"I-I don't know. I think you fell off." He was starting to get even more worried as Logan slurred some of his words together.

He pinched the bridge of his nose in an attempt to ward off the headache coming. "I think so too. I think I also hit a tree, my back is killing me."

His eyebrows raised high into his hairline. "What—What about your shoulder?"

"My shoulder?" Logan shifted and moaned in pain, an unwanted whimper escaping through his clenched lips. "Ye-Yeah, my shoulder." He looked up at his friends with pain glazed eyes. "How far away are we from the guys?"

Carlos fiddled with his helmet's strap. "I don't know. I wasn't paying attention." And now he wished he did. Now he was in the middle of nowhere with an injured Logan, who could possibly be the only one who knew what to do, and, not to mention, they had no idea where James and Kendall where, and their horses were gone.

Wow, the day went down hill so fast.

His thoughts were interrupted by another soft moan from his friend. He placed a hand on his forehead, feeling how clammy it was getting. Worry began to form in his stomach, and it wanted to make it's way to his chest but he forced it down.

Now was not the time to panic, panicking would just make things worse.

"Carlos," he groaned. "Help me take off my shirt."

"What? Why?" This was not helping the "not-panicking." "What'll that do?"

Logan sent him an exasperated look through the pain spiking in his arm, throbbing in his back, and beating an annoying tune in his head (it sounded suspiciously like Boyfriend). "I need to check the damage. I don't think it's broken, probably only dislocated or maybe just bruised."

"Oh." He drew a mind blank, but went into actions a nano second later. He tugged on the sleeve off Logan's uninjured right shoulder first and pulled it out before carefully doing the same to his left one.

The older teen still sobbed a little, despite the gentleness Carlos was exhibiting. It hurt, it hurt so much.

"It's okay Logie." He tried to sooth him, but he didn't even believe it himself. He'd never seen him so...broken, wasn't the right word to use probably but it was the only one he could think of.

He gasped at the sight of his already swollen shoulder, the color a blossoming blue and purple. The injury traveled a little up his neck, down his arm, and across his chest to under his white tank top.

Logan gave him a strained smile. "Well, it's not dislocated."

"It's not?" But...it looked like it was. It looked painful.

He shook his head the best he could. "No, more like sprained. It should heal pretty quickly," he winced, "but that doesn't mean it doesn't hurt."

"What about your back?"

"Trust me, that hurts too." More than he could put into words, but less than his shoulder. And the throbbing in his head was beginning to die down to a dull ache.

She was just running a curry comb through her horse's coat when the black horse and the Paint she swore Logan and Carlos were riding stampeded into the stable. Cat dropped the brush and rushed to calm them down, her husband just seconds behind her.

"Whoa!"

The black one dodged her lunge but he wasn't quick enough. She gather his flying reins and pulled him down from his half rear. "Where are your riders?"

He pranced in place and laid his ears back, teeth baring in a horse snarl. "What's your problem, buddy boy?"

"Cat!" Andres yelled.

She turned towards he husband and saw he was pointing out near the trails, Kendall and James were trotting out at the quickest pace a trot could go without going into a canter (though, they probably didn't know that).

"What are you guys doing?" She tossed the reins to Andres then headed out to give those guys a piece of her mind.

"Logan's horse took off," James burst out before she could say (yell) anything else. "And Carlos' followed, we looked but we couldn't find them."

"Then we saw their horses head this way and we thought they were on them," Kendall jumped in. "When they weren't we thought we'd follow them and see if you could help us find them."

She put her hands on her hips. "And what made Logan's horse take off?" She understood Carlos', a horse followed another horse, most of the time no matter what.

The pretty boy shrugged. "There was snake and a small pile up but Logan's was the only one who went freaky."

"Cat!" Andres called again, running out of the stable with a bridle in hand. "We've gotta problem."

She took the tack and inspected closely to silence of the boys. "This isn't Castiel's bridal," she growled then muttered something not too pleasant in Spanish. "This is Tessa's."

"Castiel?"

"The black horse Logan was riding." She never actually told them their horses' names...oops. "If the horse has the wrong bit," she explained, pointing out the metal bit for their sake. "Then it hurts their mouths, a lot. They tend to be really angry and lash out. Which is what happened to Logan."

"Who tacked up Cas?" Andres asked.

She thought about it for a moment before a growl escaped her lips. "Michael."