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. I own Alice Tudor...sort of.

There's really only a few more chapters. I don't want to drag this out.

This is probably one of the shortest chapters in this story...I'm sorry.

Downhill From Here

Chapter 17

Mikkal

Logan's first session with the surprisingly English Alice Tudor didn't go too well. Kendall, James, and Carlos were banned from the session, left to twiddle their thumbs back in the apartment. Mama Knight and Katie made cookies, not the chocolate chips ones that she and Logan were suppose to make, but sugar cookies. Katie didn't want to deny Logan the chocolate chips.

James found himself totally ignoring the television for in favor of staring at the digital clock. While he liked his clock a lot more because there was no second hand to taunt him, he hated it at the same time as it mocked him with every minute Logan wasn't here with them.

How did he know his friend was safe? How did he know this Alice Tudor was who she said she was?

Okay, he had to admit he met her and she seemed perfectly all right. She picked Logan up in her nice, homely jeep with Kelly sitting in the back. Kelly was a good choice, Logan trusted her and she wasn't too overprotective or too harsh. Alice was a fit blond woman with a round face, rose colored cheeks, and friendly blue eyes, the first thing she did was stand three feet from Logan and greet him half-casually with her British ("English," she corrected, "I'm from England.") accent.

But still...the first meeting didn't go so well.

They all jumped when the front door slammed open and Logan stomped in, his face a mask of anger. There wasn't any panic nor fear, helplessness or weakness, it was just pure rage. He ignored them all and walked into the bathroom, that door slamming shut so hard a couple pictures rattled on the wall.

Carlos stared at the closed door, wide eyed and, quite frankly, a little scared. He's never seen Logie that angry before, especially recently.

"What did you do?" Kendall asked hoarsely.

Alice Tudor leaned against the door frame and shrugged. "I made him realize a few things. It's going to take him a while to sort it all out." She glanced at the bathroom before turning to leave. "Give him a little space before you bombard him with questions. He probably won't feel like talking anyway...I guess I'll see you again the day after tomorrow."

James waited until she was gone before he muttered, "I don't like her."

Kendall hummed in agreement, leading the way to the door that separated them from their friend. "Neither do I."

"But she's helping," Carlos pointed out. "This is the first time I've seen Logie with an emotion other than fear, or pain...or panic...or helplessness."

The blond blinked...the youngest made a fair point. He shook his head and knocked lightly on the door. "Logie...you okay in there?"

There was a muffled curse, but they heard a faint, "I'm fine! Just give me a minute!"

They exchanged worried glances, having a hard time holding themselves back from pounding down the door. Logan could take care of himself, he was only in a bathroom with not windows. No one could get to him...plus...they could be interrupting, ahem, business.

Logan opened the door, a glare fading in his eyes. "Katie, you wanna make cookies?" He asked, totally avoiding any question that could be asked about his session.

She frowned but nodded. "Yeah. Of course."

Kendall, on the other hand, wasn't going to let that work. "How'd it go?"

He raised an eyebrow and shrugged. "Fine."

"Doesn't seem fine to me."

"But it is fine. Lay off Kendall. These things are suppose to be private," Logan snapped back. He froze, wide eyed before sighing and massaging his temples. "I'm sorry," he murmured.

Kendall took a chance and placed a hand on his shoulder. Everyone held their breath as Logan tensed and flinched, but didn't back away.

Katie's jaw dropped. "Whoa, she's good!"

"Katie!"

"Hey, I'm just saying!" She defended. She put down the bag of chocolate chips she just got out of the fridge and shuffled over to him. "Can...I hug you?" Katie asked shyly.

Logan gave her a small grin. "Since when do you have to ask?" He put out his arms invitingly.

He was still so thin. "You're going to be okay, right?" She asked, muffled against this skinny chest.

"Yeah," Carlos added. "Is Miss. Tudor...Is Alice really going to help you?"

Logan was silent for a really long time, his hug never loosening. "...I think so. I mean, she really pissed me off today...but I think she's helping."