A/N Hey everybody! My apologies this took so long! I got reallyyyyy sick and have been practically dead for two weeks but I finally was forced to go the doctor last night and I'm finally feeling better, so yay! Anyway, I got SO MANY great requests, it was soooo hard to choose which one! But alas, Sherry W's request for "Accosted" with an angsty Logan is the winner! Remember, if yours wasn't picked, you still have 25 chances ;) I really appreciate every request you all gave me! So… Enjoy! This story will take place when Logan was just 16, so the beginning(ish) of Big Time Rush, several months in, when he was a bitty thing.

accostedpast participle, past tense of ac·cost (Verb)

Verb:

Approach and address (someone) boldly or aggressively.

Approach (someone) with hostility or harmful intent.

In Minnesota, there was a huge, tall apple tree in Logan's backyard. Growing up, it was his favorite place to go. He'd sit under that tree for hours. During the summer, the leaves gave him shade from the hot sun and in the fall, he could smell the rich scent of red apples with every brisk yet soft breeze that ruffled his hair and the grass beneath his bare feet.

Logan had his eyes shut tight, trying to imagine that sweet, safe place in that head. When he chanced opening his eyes, he found he was still trapped in a nightmare, surrounded by four guys who were older, taller than him. Logan couldn't believe this was actually happening. It was midnight, and a simple, quick walk to the nearby convenience store somehow turned into this, a horrible and degrading nightmare. Logan didn't get it. He was always safe walking to the convenience stores back home in Minnesota no matter what time it was. After a long, hard night of studying one of Logan's favorite things to do was take a nice walk to get a snack. He never thought that taking a late night stroll would lead to an attack, but halfway to the Mini-Mart two miles from the Palmwoods, the brunet found himself being jumped by these huge guys for no reason at all.

"Look, I just want to get home, okay? Excuse me," Logan said for the third time. His voice was shaky and his throat was so dry that it hurt to swallow. He was shivering, even though it wasn't very cold outside. He was just so scared.

"But you're the cute, little one from Big Time Rush, ain't ya?" One of the thugs said with a dirty, amused sneer. "Why don't you do a little dance for us, huh?"

"Yeah, come on! Dance for us, little guy!" The largest of the four guys shoved Logan roughly, sending his little body to the cold concrete below. His palms scrapped against the hard surface and wrists jammed when he fell hard to his bottom. He muttered a squeaky sounding "ouch," wishing he could take it back as soon as the sound escaped from his lips. He didn't want these guys to think he was as weak as he looked. Not that Logan was very weak. He was a hockey player, and has held his own in fight before, but it was usually against kids his own size or with his best friends teamed up with him. Right now, his chances were slim to none. He was hopeless and defenseless.

"What do you guys want?" Logan asked with a groan. He'd rather just cut the teasing and get beat up than sit through their taunts.

"You're in a band, you must have money, huh?" One of the kids asked. Logan didn't even have time to react before the larger boy was reaching into his pockets. He grabbed a leather wallet from his back pocket and pulled it out with a smirk.

"No, that's not mine, that's Kendall's!" Logan cried. He had grabbed Kendall's wallet before he left the house, planning on only spending a couple of dollars. It used to be Kendall's dad's wallet, and more than just a few dollars was in it Kendall always kept at least 50 dollars in it, but more importantly, the tickets he bought himself and Jo to see their favorite band together were in there, not to mention one of the only pictures he had of him and his father. Kendall would be crush if his dad's wallet was stolen!

"Who's Kendall? Your boyfriend?" One of the kids teased.

"I'm not gay," Logan said crossly, getting to his feet with a new found confidence because of his anger. "Give the wallet back. You can have the money, just not the wallet. It's important. Please." Logan waited hopefully for their reaction, but of course, manners had no effect when faced with bullies. He watched, devastated, as the bullies pulled out the hunk of green bills inside of the wallet and dropped the wallet down a sewer grate off the curb, where it landed with a quiet splash. Logan winced. The bullies just laughed at Logan's tearful expression. They pushed past the small teenager, cackling loudly and shouting insults as they walked by. Logan fell to his hunches and buried his face in his hands. How was he going to tell Kendall that, because of his carelessness, one of his prized possessions was gone for good?

After 30 minutes of sitting on the edge of the street in misery, along with a few futile attempts at retrieving Kendall's wallet, Logan found himself tired and cold. He started a slow trek home, arms wrapped around his middle. He opened the front door to find a distressed Kendall in his jacket and pajama pants about to leave the apartment. The blonde haired boy's frown broke with a relieved sigh as he brought Logan into his arms.

"Logan! It's one o' clock in the morning. I was just about to go find you. Where were you?" Kendall asked. He still hadn't released Logan yet from his tight hold. The smaller boy leaned limply against Kendall's chest, grateful for the hug but still fearing his reaction. He had been hoping Kendall would still be asleep so he wouldn't have to tell him anything 'til morning.

"I-I just went out to the store for a Gatorade," Logan whispered. Kendall pried Logan from his chest and studied his face, realizing his best friend didn't look very good.

"Are you okay? You're cold, and so pale," Kendall said softly, pressing his palms to Logan's cold cheeks worriedly. Logan cast his eyes downward, wringing his hands timidly, wincing when the action hurt his sore wrists. "Logie? What happened?"

Logan bit his lip. He felt sick to his stomach. Kendall waited expectantly, growing more impatient and worried by the second. He gripped Logan's skinny arms in his hands and peered into his innocent brown eyes.

"Logan, what's wrong, bro? What happened while you were gone?" Kendall's voice was so gentle and concerned. Logan couldn't let Kendall freak out any longer.

"I um… I got mugged, Kendall." Logan's voice broke at the end of his confession. He watched an array of emotions flicker over Kendall's features in the next couple of seconds ranging from disbelief, to protective anger, to heartbreaking fear and concern.

"Logie… What?" The blonde found himself speechless for just a moment, and then his hands were roaming Logan's trembling body and face, searching for bruises or injuries. "Are you hurt, bro? What did they do to you? Are you alright? Who were they?"

"K-Kendall, I'm fine, I swear it," Logan said, flinching from Kendall's touch. Kendall raised an eyebrow, confused. He wasn't used to Logan shying away like that.

"Are you sure?" Kendall asked, his green eyes still scrutinizing Logan, secretly searching for any harm done to his best friend.

"Yes," Logan answered. "I'm okay, Kendall. Shaken up, but okay. They knocked me down but other than that they didn't hurt me."

Kendall sighed, believing Logan. He would tell him if he was truly hurt. Right now, his friend was just really scared and needed comfort, not to be put through the wringer.

"Okay buddy. Go sit down on the couch, I'll bring you some juice."

Logan nodded and trudged to the orange couch, where he curled up on his side. He felt like he was in mild shock. Kendall came to the couch with a glass of orange juice and a cookie in his hands. His heart hurt when he saw Logan shivering on the couch, looking tiny and vulnerable all curled in on himself.

"Logan? I brought you a snack," Kendall offered, setting the glass and cookie on a side table. Logan sipped at the juice, but didn't touch the cookie. He wasn't feeling very hungry, or deserving for that matter, of a cookie.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Kendall asked, knowing Logan had never been through something like this before, after living in such a safe neighborhood his whole life.

"Yeah, but I think you're going to get mad at me," Logan said. He huffed out a sigh and sat up, curling his knees to his chest. Kendall sat down, smiling softly.

"Logan, why would I be mad at you? You were hurt tonight. It's not your fault."

"You're going to be mad because I was stupid," Logan said.

"Try me," Kendall said, leaning forward with interest, his green eyes gentle and judgment free.

"I grabbed your wallet when I was leaving tonight," Logan said, hoping Kendall would catch on so he wouldn't have to explain in detail what happened.

"So? We share wallets all the time, Logan."

"It was your dad's wallet, Kendall. They took it, the guys who jumped me… I'm really sorry. I'll pay you back the money that was in it," Logan added quickly, though he knew what Kendall lost couldn't ever be paid back. "I'm really sorry, Kendall," Logan said again in a small voice, gaging his friends reaction carefully. When just blinked, blank faced, Logan took it as his cue to leave and got up from the couch to go to his room. Kendall grabbed his arm loosely in his hand and tugged him back.

"Wait, that's not important-"

"I know, the wallet and the picture of you and your dad is what's important, and I can't ever pay you back-"

"No, hush," Kendall said, pulling Logan into his lap so he could look him in the eyes. "You're what's important. Logan, you could have been…" Kendall felt a shiver run down his spine at the thought of what those guys could have done to the boy. He was lucky he wasn't shot or beaten severely. "Look, I know the wallet and what was in it isn't replaceable, but none of us could ever have thought that something like this would happen. You're truly irreplaceable. I have memories of my dad, that will suffice. But I would rather lose my wallet any day than ever risk losing you. So if I am mad at anybody, it is not you, but at those guys who attacked you tonight."

Logan nodded, brown fluffs of hair flopping into his watery eyes. He leaned into Kendall's chest, feeling protected, and took a shaky breath. "I still feel bad, though."

"Well don't," Kendall said firmly. "You're like my little brother. I'm not freaking out about my wallet, I'm freaking out because something like that happened to you."

"I was so scared, Kendall," Logan admitted. "I'd never felt that scared before in my life." Logan pressed his eyes shut, feeling tears shed from beneath his eyelashes.

"I know, but you're safe now. Don't be scared, okay?" Kendall soothed. He rocked Logan's lithe body back and forth until he felt the younger boy relax against his chest and his warm breath even out steadily against his neck, than carried him to bed.

A/N TADA! I feel accomplished lol. I hope Sherry W and anybody who requested "attack" is happy with this! Also, Winter's Child requested apple so I threw that in there too hahahaha. Reviews will make me sooo giddy and also requests for "B'S" is next! And only "B's", I won't be taking for any other letter but "B." THANKS FOR READING MWAAHHH!