A/N: Thanks so much to everyone who has reviewed/followed/favourited so far, it means so much! Hope you enjoy this chapter!

PS- Has anyone been watching the Olympics? I have! It's quite exciting, I think! I'm going down soon to watch the show jumping, which should be amazing:D Anyway, to the story!

Kendall took a deep breath, then let it out slowly, a freezing cloud forming in front of his face. He skated over to the side of the rink, sharp blades gliding over the polished ice. Clearing his throat, he turned to James.

"I'm sure this won't be that bad." No sooner were the words out of Kendall's mouth had a large group of screaming children skated out onto the ice- the Peewee ice-hockey team. Carlos' mouth dropped open as he stared at the clump of small bodies moving together across the ice. Logan pushed down the growing lump in his throat before opening his mouth.

"Not the Peewee team," he groaned, throwing his head back violently. "anything but them." James shrugged.

"They don't seem too bad."

"Trust me, they are." Logan's statement was soon justified by a small, blonde girl skating up to the group.

"What are you doing here? You're meant to be a stupid group of singers! I want our old coach. You suck!" she moaned, before throwing her helmet at Kendall's feet. Kendall winced.

"One of the first girls I've met that's thrown a helmet at our feet and not herself," He whispered over his shoulder, before turning back to the group. "okay kids, you may all know us as Big Time Rush-"

"Or Big Time Flush!" the blonde girl scoffed, causing the whole team to burst into peals of laughter. Kendall bit his lip before continuing.

"Anyway, you may know us as Big Time Rush, but today, we're going to be your coaches." A tall boy at the back snorted.

"And what would you know about ice-hockey?" Kendall took a deep breath, ready to explode. James rested a calming hand on his shoulder, which helped a little.

"Listen guys, we have a history in hockey, we've played since we were in Peewee's like you, so I suggest you listen to us, okay?" Kendall said, green eyes flickering from player to player. The kids looked at each other for a moment, before bursting into loud screams. They began whizzing about on the ice, banging into each other and throwing equipment all over the place. James groaned, smacking his face with his hand. This was going to be a long day.

3 hours later, and things didn't look much better. The whole rink was trashed, the goals in pieces, helmets smashed, sticks snapped. Kendall was currently being blitzed with pucks, Logan attacked with sticks, Carlos had 4 children climbing all over him and James had been tied up with some rope. Carlos hopped past where James was tied, quarrelling with one of the children on his back.

"No, I am not a donkey, I will not take you for a ride to Bethlehem like Mary and Joseph!" he shouted, at the same time trying to shake a child off his leg. The only person not joining in with the ruckus was a teenage girl, sitting all alone on the edge of the rink. James tried to catch her attention, with a series of whispers and attempts at waves. She finally noticed him, and skated over.

"What."

"Could you untie me, please?" the girl sighed, before removing her boot and using the sharp blade to saw through the rope. James wiggled his arms, the rope falling off around him. He smiled at the girl, before taking a step.

"Watch-" the girl's warning fell on deaf ears, because James was already lying, face first, on the ice. "your shoelaces are tied together." She said simply, before skating off again. James groaned, rolling over onto his back and undoing the laces. Once he was free, he looked around. It was a scene of absolute destruction. James shook his head, before going to try and release Carlos from the children terrorising him.

Logan winced as he felt yet another hockey stick crack across his calves. He was being brutally attacked by two young children, a girl with black bunches and a boy with short, blonde hair. They were ruthlessly driving their sticks into him, blind to the pain they were causing him. Logan bit his lip as a stick came down across his legs again, causing blood to trickle out. He groaned, and turned to look at the two children.

"Will you please, please quit imagining I'm a piñata, cos' I'm actually not!" Logan moaned, pain searing through his body.

"Well, boys, I've just received the bill through for the damage at the rink," the four boys were sitting in front of Gustavo's desk, each one holding an ice pack somewhere on their body. Kendall's was over his eye, Logan's on his knee, Carlos' on his elbow and James' on his chin. The backs of Logan's legs were covered in plasters, as were James' arms. Kendall had the beginning of a black eye and Carlos had little red marks all over his body, where small nails had dug into him. "and I must say, it's not as bad as I expected. $481, which for once, I'm glad to pay." Gustavo said, holding out a bill to the boys. They were all too tired to have a look.

"Please tell me that was the last thing you're going to make us do?" Carlos asked, shifting in his seat slightly. Gustavo hesitated for a moment, before grinning.

"No, Carlos, I'm afraid it's not. As I told you, this is merely the beginning." and with that, Gustavo left the room, leaving the 4 boys in silence.

"This is a dream. This can't be happening." James muttered, closing his eyes. Kendall shook his head.

"Mate, I'm afraid this is reality. And it ain't gonna be easy."

Did you enjoy it? I certainly enjoyed writing it! Thanks for reading! :D

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