Another update, whoo! I am very impressed with myself, lol! xD I want to thank Fallenangelqueen for giving me ideas that will be used in this chapter and the next one. She gave me the perfect inspiration right when I needed it, so my thanks go to her.

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"No one controls your destiny. Even at the very worst-there is always choice."

-Gregory Maguire, Wicked: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West

"Ugh..." I groan. There's an odd lightheaded feeling pumping through my brain. It is the feeling of someone who hasn't been sleeping well if at all. My back is a little sore. When I open my eyes I stare up at a dull beige ceiling. It doesn't take me long to register where I am. I sit up and glance around my living room. Wonderful. Won-der-ful. I'm crammed between my small coffee table and the couch. I must've fallen asleep. "What is wrong with you Mitchell?" I shun myself. "Pull yourself together." As I get up I notice Kendall is still sleeping soundly. He was vulnerable enough as it is, now he was more so than a baby rabbit. Staring at him made me want to go ask Jeremy about his cousin Kendall more. I'd do it in a way that didn't make me a suspect. I would shower, change, report to Kendall that I was off to run some 'errands', and then hunt down Jeremy.

Of course, I'd need a reason to be asking about his cousin…Well, just like any business, stocks most always be checked. I'd ask about Kendall's owners along with his father whom was raking in all the money. Come to think of it, I just maybe could accomplish what I originally wished to achieve.

It felt strange, this morning waking up not lonely. Sure, Kendall had been here for a week, but only last night did we truly connect. If 'connect' is even the right word to use. Walking through my home that wasn't a home, felt less private-it felt like I had someone watching me. No-not like the Almighty God, or a guardian angel; more like someone acknowledging I was still alive. According to the police I was in hiding somewhere in Utah or whatever and the citizens of Detroit believed-more wished-I was dead.

I went about my actions and after I had finished showering, I went to put on some clothes. Searching through my closet I remind myself again to call Jo. I needed to know why she was here yesterday and also...I really need her to do my laundry again. I can do laundry but I don't have a washer machine in the hideout. Settling on a pair of dark blue jeans-but does the color matter, I mean psh aren't all jeans the same?-, boxers- again, all the same who cares- and a black t-shirt with blue, green and white city patterns; the words: Giant Creature scrawled across it. I toss my shirt onto the bed so I can pull on my jeans.

Then I hear a familiar whimpering noise. Not bothering to put my t-shirt on, I walk out into the living room and find Kendall sitting up, his arms wrapped around his body. He is hunched over and he is trembling. I can hear his empty crying, and recognize it as the sound of someone who has been broken over and over...

And he doesn't even know why.

"Kendall, hey," I say placidly, "What's wrong?"

When he looks up his face is pale and there are trails of tears painted across his face. "You're still here," Kendall whispers, voice raw sounding. "I remember not hearing you get up to go back to sleep too...Well I think that was it, or maybe you just fell asleep on the floor on purpose…" He closes his eyes as if trying to recall something. "I don't remember if there could've been a reason for you to leave; this is your home...I couldn't remember if people got up in the middle of the night, I don't think I ever did."

I've never known anyone else with short-term memory lose so really, I wasn't sure how someone like that behaved. If they all acted like Kendall, or if everyone had different side effects.

"It happens sometimes," I say, "People getting up in the middle of the night." I thought for a moment. "But I wasn't going to leave"- ouch, oops- "I just had to shower."

I guess Jeremy could wait. Besides, I'd need to set up a specific time and place.

Kendall eyes me for a second, edgy and exhausted. Maybe I should've put my shirt on if he was feeling uncomfortable but then again he did let me help bathe him; ugh but he probably doesn't remember that kind of stuff well either...

"Um. I'll be right back, okay?" I confirm. He nods and I turn away back to my room. At least now I can call Jo; get it over with. I slip on the Giant Creature shirt before grabbing...one of 'my' cell phones from the bedside table. Every one of these phones now has Jo's number registered and Jo knows almost all of the new digits. The vibrations rumble through the other end for...one, two, three, four...five? Six? Where the hell was she? I try again.

"Logan, what is it?" She answers.

I frown and sit on the edge of the bed. "Why didn't you pick up before? You know what-Nevermind. Two things: One; what were you doing here yesterday. And two...I need you to do another load of laundry for me."

Jo snorts, "Fine, alright." I hear the sound of her moving through a cluttered area. She must be in her hallway closet. "You know what; I kinda just needed to talk with you in person, its really important."

I nod to myself. "I was going out to talk with that Jeremy guy, and then Kendall woke up and freaked out a little so I'm stuck here."

"...Yeah, that's great Logan," Jo sighs like I've just insulted her or something. "I'll try to get a hold of you later, good luck with Kendall."

Before she can hang up I state, "Thanks, Jo."

Jo is quiet and when she speaks she sounds incredulous, "No problem." After I hang up I hear the sound of Kendall leaning against the creaky door frame.

"Who's Jo?" Kendall inquires, in his hushed voice.

That's right; I never explained to Kendall completely who she was. Jo was there to help when we first rescued him but he didn't seem to consider this. I place the cell phone beside me on the bed. "She's my...my best friend," I explain, wincing slightly. I'd never officially dubbed her with this title but in retrospect it made sense. "Jo helps me out."

"Oh..." Kendall says. "Okay." He drops his gaze to the floor. "You are aware I won't remember that in an hour."

"I'll write it down," I say. Kendall nods and shifts awkwardly to balance himself. There is hesitance in his eyes and I meet his gaze to where it rests on the free spot next to me. "You can sit," I press.

"Ah, I'm fine standing, thank you," Kendall mumbles.

"No...I don't think you are," I debate, "sit down."

He does so, parking so far on the edge that he could fall off. "Logan...Am I hopeless?"

"I wouldn't go that far," I say attentively, "Kendall you are not hopeless."

Kendall shakes his head. "Every time you talk to me, every time I move around I always know...that I'll be forgetting it in only but an hour if I'm lucky."

"There'll always been writing things down on your side," I point out. "And...You will have me. I promise you that."

There is silence between us. But it wasn't bad silence. Kendall pushes himself up onto the bed more. He moves his fingers over his scarring neck. "Logan..." He repeats.

"Yeah?" I sigh.

"Can I...Can we...hug maybe?"

Hug? Ha, ha, okay. I don't hug. Maybe once I've hugged Jo when we were still innocent little children but I don't hug.

"Okay," I say. What! WHAT! Logan. You need to see a doctor.

I turn my body sideways and wrap my arms around him, tugging him close so that he is flush against me. Enveloping the blonde in my arms makes me feel bizarrely light inside. Kendall's face buries in the crook of my neck and my hands rub his back. I don't think this should make me feel the way I do when I never feel this way.

Because I feel that something should be said, I tell him, "I've never met someone with short-term memory lose."
"And? What do you think," he says, muffled.

"Not too bad," I admit.

"Then you must be very patient," Kendall breaths.

I shrug. "That's one way to put it." In Disturbia I've been called many things, and I guess 'patient' could be a quarter of an interpretation.

"I-uh, I want you to know that I am so glad that..." his lips tickled my neck and something in my stomach flutters. "...that you found me."

My heart thumps just a bit faster. "N-no, Kendall." I pull back so we are looking into each other's eyes. Heartrending jaded orbs lock with my pitiless dark brown ones. "You found me."

We spent the day talking again. About him...and about me. Not about what I do now, actually about how Jo and I were. I theoried him that we were both misfits and that seemed to agree with Kendall most. Again I wrote down everything upon Kendall's request. The entire time we talked we remained glued beside each other. Kendall acted as if something was going to burst in a take him away. I didn't blame him for that knowing what was really buried in that past of his.

While he ate what I could scavage for lunch, I used a fairly newly aquired laptop to search common side-effects for short-term memory lose. What I discovered was first; the obvious: inability to remember recent events and disorientation. There was also finding words to fit conversation. That didn't apply to Kendall yet as far as I knew. There was also mood changes, like unreasonable explanations for acting certain ways. I suppose that could apply to Kendall too...along with...repetitivness. Everything about this damn disease made things no different.

"What are you doing over there?" Kendall aks, glancing over from the orange that just previously had his undivided attention.

"Looking up short-term memory lose," I say.

"Why?"

"You know why," I murmur, "To find out about you."

"Oh."

I bookmark the page before shutting the laptop. "I'll get more food later"- Jo'll get more to be exact- "How's the orange?"

"Great," Kendall says.

I pick up the remote squeezed onto the coffee table and turn on the TV. I'll watch the news from now and then to find out about the community members when I can't myself. There's normally a crime by at least one of us everyday. A new reporter is standing in the Detroit Police Station. She is in her early fourties and has wavy orange hair along with hauntingly familiar eyes.

"I am here with Officer Jackson and his two newest members Camille and Jett," she annonces in a commercial style way. "Now, recently signs of a break in have been found."

The camera zoomed out to show Disturbia's worse enemy along with two others in their early twenties. The girl, Camille was a brunette with gently curled hair that stopped at her elbows. The guy had hair mused up even more than mine with a fierce, ambitious gleam to his eyes. These were the two that Lucy Stone was concerned about. If this was true, then this break in must have something to do with her.

"Yes," Officer Jackson confirms, "The lock to the window in Camille and Jett's shared office was crakced and a few things were missing from both their portfolios."

"And why do you think someone is targeting you two?" Carrot-head girl asks Camille and Jett.

"I...don't know," Camille admits.

"Maybe someone is threatened by our skills," Jett snickers. "If this person comes back they'll end up behind bars so fast it'll make their head spin."

Carrot-head smiles. "Wow, you seem pretty confident."

"That's because I am, Jennifer," Jett laughs.

Jennifer? What kind of name was that? "Good, confindence is good in a young police man such as yourself," Jennifer exclaims.

Camille adds in a more serious ton, "But we must be careful. We still have to see what of our information has been taken."

"As always," Officer Jackson agrees. "Thank you Jennifer, we'll be sure to call your team when we find more."

I turn the volume down and notice Kendall watching the program with a smoldering gaze that could burn a hole right through the Televison. "You...okay?" I ask. "If you were wondering that's just TV, it-"

"I know," Kendall interrupts. He shakes his head. "I just...it's not important."

I shrug and turn the network off, not needing to see more, but mildly aware that if Lucy got the information; she'd be dropping by soon. Now, I had Kendall, Jo, Jeremy, and Lucy to deal with.

S'alright.

I can handle this.

Besides,

I am Logan Mitchell.

Sorry this is so short! Once again, I will be using Fallenangelqueen's ideas in the next chapter, thnx!