A/N: So I didn't mean for this to be a double update, but I got writing after I uploaded the last chapter, and I was hooked! I've planned out the rest of the story, and shall be writing it soon :) hopefully this chapter is a little less sad!

Chapter 11: Memory

"James?" Carlos asked, his bottom lip wobbling.

"Who's James?" the pretty boy asked, a look of confusion on his face as he looked from a teary Carlos, to a Kendall who looked as though he was about to explode.

"J-James?" Kendall asked, and James shook his head blankly. "James! Please, you gotta remember!" Kendall burst out, hot tears burning his eyes as the blonde leapt over to where James was, grabbing his shoulders and shaking him "James! Please remember! Don't leave me!"

"Kendall!" Logan shrieked, grabbing Kendall's arms and yanking him off James, who looked terrified of the blonde, who was now sobbing. James was racking his mind as to who was who, and was tempted to ask, but thought better of it. Apparently one of the boys (him maybe? He hated not knowing!) was named James, and another (he guessed the blonde) was named Kendall. If so, what was the matter with Kendall? He looked like he was about to attack him, but he was crying, and what did he mean by leave him? It was all very confusing! Before he could think on it anymore, a pair of doctors appeared in the room, followed by a woman with a clipboard. He watched the doctors take the blonde out of the room, his sobs resounding around the cold white walls as the woman with a clipboard scurried after them. He heard a sigh beside him, and his eyes found a short boy running a hand through his spiked raven hair.

"Logan," said a red haired woman gently, indicating him; wait, was his name Logan then? Maybe the raven haired boy was James. It was worth a try,

"James?" he asked hesitantly, meeting the raven haired boy's cocoa eyes, which were full of sadness.

"No buddy, I'm Logan. You're James,"

"So, I'm James," he nodded slowly.

"Yeah," the Latino said sadly from where he stood beside the bed "and I'm Carlos, why don't you remember?" he could only stare blankly at the heartbroken boy who's name was Carlos.

"He must have hit his head really hard during the accident, Carlitos," the one who was called Logan said "take it easy James, it's gonna be hard for a while,"

"He's right, sweetie," the red haired woman said kindly "this is gonna be tough for a little while, we don't want you to over exert yourself,"

"A-are you my mom?" he asked hesitantly, and she shook her head. "Your mom and dad are back at the Palm Woods, actually I'd better call them," she muttered before heading out of the room.

"The- where?" he asked, rubbing at his forehead, wishing he would remember, this was so much to take in!

"The hotel where we live!" Carlos said excitedly "It's got a huge pool and vending machines and the Jennifer's and Camille and Jo and Mr Bitters, he's kinda mean, but not as mean as Gustavo, and Buddha Bob and-"

"Carlos!" Logan interrupted "I'm sure James doesn't need to know all that right now, we gotta take it slowly, OK?"

"But he's gotta know! He's gotta remember!" the tears had returned to Carlos' eyes, and soon the younger boy had flung himself onto James' chest, wrapping his arms around the other boy and crying; they must have been close.

"Carlos!" Logan chastised.

"It's ok," James gave a half smile "listen Carlos," the younger boy's face lit up at the mention of his name, and James sighed as he realized that he thought James was getting his memory back "I'm gonna try and remember OK? I wanna remember, but it's gonna take some time, can you be patient with me?"

"Yeah," Carlos sniffled, pushing himself off the other girl "I'm sorry James,"

"It's OK," James smiled "I'm glad that you wanna help me get my memory back,"

"Of course we wanna help!" the Latino said, perking back up "We're your best friends!"

"Really?" James asked incredulously; he had best friends? 2 of them? And they both wanted to help him? He couldn't help the smile that made its way onto his face at the thought.

"Really!" Carlos replied enthusiastically "You, Me, Logie and Kendall! We're like brothers!"

"Kendall?" James asked his smile fading into a look of confusion "Who's Kendall?"

"The blonde guy that just left," Logan supplied.

"The guy who tried to attack me?" James raised an eyebrow "He's my best friend?"

"He wasn't trying to attack you," Logan explained "he's been in a bad way ever since the accident; he's kind of our leader, so he's really over protective of everyone, and he blames himself for what happened to you,"

"What did happen to me?" James asked.

"There was a car accident," Logan told him reluctantly "I don't really know exactly how you got injured, Kendall was the only one who was there, but he won't talk about it right now, or you. He's really guilty and traumatized about what happened, he keeps worrying that you'll leave him,"

"I made him like that?" James asked, guilt settling in his stomach "what was he like before?"

"He was great," Logan smiled "he was like our big brother, even though you're the oldest, he was brave and spontaneous and passionate, he was always coming up with ways of getting out of trouble, and he always gave the best pep talks," Logan said with an affectionate smile.

"And he loved hockey!" Carlos put in "We all do! Even though you hate messing up your hair with your helmet, and you hate how sweaty and gross you get!"

"Wow," James said "I sound like a self-absorbed jackass!"

"You're not," Logan smiled "you're the pretty boy, that's your thing, you care about your appearance, but we love you anyway,"

"Pretty boy?" James asked, enjoying learning more about his old self from his new found best friends.

"Yeah," Carlos smirked "that's what our fans call you!"

"Our fans?" James asked, totally perplexed.

"Yep!" Carlos replied excitedly; evidently this was something he couldn't wait to tell James "We're in a band!"

"What?" he looked blankly between Carlos and Logan.

"The four of us are in a pop band called Big Time Rush," Logan explained "it was your dream to be a singer,"

"Really?" James was flabbergasted; he was a singer? "Wait, what if-" he took a deep breath "what if I don't remember how to sing?"

"You'll remember!" Carlos assured "it's second nature to you!"

"It was!" James pressed "What if it's not anymore? I forgot everything else, what if I forgot how to sing?"

"Then we'll help you remember, just like we're gonna help you remember who you are," Logan said calmly.

"But we won't know what we're working with until you try!" Carlos said excitedly "So sing!"

"Sing what?" James asked.

"One of our songs!" the Latino was practically vibrating with excitement as he pulled out his iPod, picking a song and handing it to James, who put the headphones in "Sing along!" the smaller boy encouraged, watching James tap his foot to the beat.

"So throw your hands in the air, come on and make this count, it's only you and me, never mind this crowd. Do the way you do it, do it like nobody's around, we can do it like nobody's around!" the melody rolled easily off James' tongue, and Logan and Carlos shared an ecstatic look.

"I told you you could sing!" Carlos yelled excitedly, pulling James into a hug, the taller boy ignoring the way his aching muscles cried out against the pain.

"I guess our Jamie is just naturally talented!" Logan smirked proudly, rubbing the top of pretty boy's head affectionately.

"Hey!" James joked "Not the hair!"

A/N: So hopefully this chapter is a little more positive, I really loved the ending, it was all cute and stuff! :) anyway, I shall get writing on the next chapter ASAP, and if you could review, that'd be lovely! x