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 3

Mikkal

Logan shivered as the cold air of night blew in. Carlos had long ago pulled him into his lap for warmth and put his shirt back on, but there was only so much he could do.

He ran his fingers through raven locks, trying so hard not to start chewing on his lip. Logan was the big time lip chewer, not him and he didn't want to have Kendall and James worry about him too.

But...he didn't know what to do. He didn't know how far away from the stable they where and with Logan's injuries he didn't want to take the chance of hurting him even more. Even though the older boy was wearing a helmet he still hit his head pretty hard and his back had absolutely no protection what-so-ever, and, not to mention, his arm.

"Hey!" Carlos tapped Logan's cheek as the other boy began to close his eyes. They fluttered open and glared at him slightly dazed. "You know the drill, you've gotta stay awake."

"Th't's not cool," he slurred.

The Latino winced. Logan was sounding worse and worse, they needed help before anything went even more down hill. "Logan, focus. Where do you think we are? How far is the stable?"

He furrowed his eyebrows, concentrating more than he usually would. "We're...we're re'lly far aw'y. And...I dunno. I th'nk we're on a...a a'vance trail." His vision fuzzed, he blinked slowly. "I d'n't know h'w far..."

Oh man, he could barely understand him. That wasn't good.

Carlos felt the pale, clammy head. "What should we do?"

It was probably a bad idea to ask the guy who had a concussion, but he had to keep him talking. Talking was good, talking was what Kendall made him do every time he got hurt on the ice...until the guys made him wear a helmet all the time.

People called Logan the clumsy one but that's because Carlos always wore the helmet so every time he tripped or fell there wasn't proof 'cause he always had something to protect him.

Logan squeezed his eyes shut. He shivered again harshly, his trembling increasing with every minute. "We should...we need...to start...moving." He was speaking slowly and deliberately, but he wasn't slurring his words anymore. It was like he was doing it so his friend could understand him, once again thinking about others than himself.

Carlos tapped his cheek again to wake him. "Are you sure? Are you up to it?"

The older boy shook his head ever so slightly. "Not...really...but we...should...move any...way."

He hesitated, but the look Logan gave him spurred him on. There was no denying Logan when he gave you that look. The one that said his logic, his reasoning, over came everything and if it was ignored then there were dire consequences for the ignorer. Never mind the ignoreé would probably end up getting hurt...or more hurt in this case.

"Okay, okay." Carlos sat him up.

"Stop!" Logan groaned and held his head with his uninjured arm. "Too f'st." His face tinged a green color.

"Sorry!" He panicked. "I'm so sorry!"

"It's ok'y." His face paled back to white, too white. "Just...keep...going."

The younger teen nodded and stood up, slowly pulling Logan's arm around his shoulder. He helped up the wobbly older teen, letting him lean against him heavily.

"Are you sure you're sure?" Carlos asked. Because he wasn't so sure about this.

"...Again...no." Logan took a pathetic step forward, almost collapsing when pain spiked in his back. "But...we should...go, it's...getting dark."

He nodded. "Okay." He shifted to the older teen was more secure. "Ready?"

"Just...go." He gripped the tanner wrist to stop him before he did anything. "Slowly."

Carlos nodded again. He started down the trail, going in the same direction the horses came through just hours before.

"Why did you do it, Mike?" Andres asked.

Michael eyed him warily then turned those wary eyes to Cat and Kendall being held back by James and Andres. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"You don't?" Kendall shouted. "You wanna tell us the truth before the police get here? 'Cause I hear they can get really nasty when celebrities are in trouble."

"You guys are not celebrities," Michael spat out. "I should have the record deal you have. I met up with Gustavo Rocque long before you idiots did, but he turned me away. Me! I didn't have the right things to "set his fire" with."

Cat pushed James away. "Do you know how badly you could've hurt my babies? Especially Cas? I'm gonna show him next week, this was his one day to just be relaxed for the next two weeks."

"No offense, Catalina," Andres pushed in. "The boys, the missing boys are the ones we have to worry about. Mike, what trail did they go down? I know Cat told you to make sure they went down a beginner trail, but they didn't, did they?"

Michael smirked. "No they didn't And my plan worked: Cas freaks 'cause of the wrong bit, another horse follows, and now both riders are nowhere to be seen."

"What did that accomplish?" James asked, still trying to wrap his mind around on how a person could do something like this.

The man shrugged. "Personal satisfaction," he said smugly. The hair on the back of their necks standing up.

Kendall punched him dead in the dace. "How's that for 'personal satisfaction?'" He yelled. "My friends are out there, probably hurt, and it's getting dark!"

"Kendall," he tried, "Calm down, think about this."

"No! How can you ask me to calm down? James, Logan and Carlos are out there, alone and hurt!" Kendall grabbed the front of the man's jacket. "Screw the police! They're not gonna get here in time. What trail did they go down?

James watched his friend rage in a state of almost shock. He knew Kendall was protective but…wow.

Carlos and Logan were the babies of the group, especially Logan in a strange way, and not in the weak, sissy way. Carlos was the youngest and Logan was the most innocent. Kendall and James were their protectors, keeping the world from ruining them.

And this…this was one of the biggest blows since Jimmy Nixon, Jake King, and Andrew Mitchell, Logan's…father.

Michael spat pink at his feet and smirked. "Trail A10."

Cat's eyes widened in disbelief. "You've gotta be kiddin' me. Michael, they're just kids!"

"What?" Kendall whirled around and shook the woman's shoulders. "What's wrong with that?"

"Kendall, that's a trail most rides aren't even allowed to go on." She pointed at a map with millions of multicolored lines on it. "The green lines are A, or advanced trails." There were only five green lines. "Trail A10 is in red, for being the hardest A trail out there. Eventually it branches out to only one other trail: IA, the one in pink. It's hard to tell if they went down there, but there's a turn in there that no rider can take properly above a slow walk."

"And since both Carlos and Logan aren't on their horses," James' eyes widened. "They went on that trail. Oh man." He ran his fingers through his hair. "The only good news is now we know where to start looking for them."

"We're not gonna wait for the cops." Cat grabbed some flashlights and a med kit from under the large sink. "They're gonna take too long. We'll go look now. I'm afraid there's been some wolves spotted in those woods lately, and even though they haven't attacked anyone yet no one's safe."