And here we go again :P

I hope you enjoy, I want to say more but I don't want to give anything away. Although I'm sure it's not hard to guess. After all I'm not Lucifer.

Logan slept for another 2 hours before he woke up. Which the boys were extremely grateful for. Kendall had stated that if he hadn't of woken up soon he was going to throw a bucket of cold water on the smaller boy. Mrs. Knight hadn't been too impressed with that idea.

When he awoke Mrs. Diamond had to go to work and Mrs. Knight went home to get changed, but Carlos, Kendall and James stayed in the hospital with Logan watching bad children cartoons at 6 in the morning with him.

"Ugh, I can't believe we used to like these as kids," Kendall said staring up at the TV with a disgusted look on his face.

"There not that bad," Carlos shrugged.

Kendall was seating on a chair next to Logan, his feet propped up on the bed. Carlos sat on a chair on the other side crossed legged and James was sprawled out on the couch that was in the room.

"You've got to be kidding me Carlos, these shows are so simple it's frustrating," Kendall laughed.

"You guys should really go home, it's what 6 in the morning? You guys need sleep," Logan said. He was extremely happy that he's best friends were with him. He loved the fact that when he woke up they were all in the room. It showed how much they cared, even though he was pretty sure he knew they would do just about anything for him. It seriously made him smile about how much they included him. He felt like he belonged somewhere.

He was a little bummed to find out that he's dad hadn't called, but he was used to that. Now he just felt bad for making his friends stay up with him at six in the morning. He knew how much they all liked there sleep.

"Logan were not leaving to you leave," Kendall said.

"We will go home once you are safe in a bed in Kendall's house," James added and stretched his legs a bit so they were hanging off the edge of the couch.

Logan rolled his eyes but blushed, "You guys are crazy,"

Carlos shrugged eyes still glued to the children's program, "Maybe."

"How are you Logan?" Mrs. Knight came walking in decked out in a fresh pair of clothes and smile on her face. She had showered and changed and was ready to take whatever the world was going to throw at her now.

"I'm good thanks Mrs. Knight," Logan said. He's voice was still stuffy and he looked at little too warm for her liking. But he was in a hospital so he was being looked after. She bloody well hoped anyway. Maybe she should go fine a doctor or nurse just to make sure?

"Feeling any better sweetie?" She asked as he kissed his forehead.

"I can breathe so that's nice," He smiled, but blushed. He was still getting used to her affectionate touch that seemed normal to her, Kendall, Logan and James.

Mrs. Knight laughed, "Okay boys I brought food. I thought you might like that."

"Mrs. Knight you're my favorite person in the entire world right now!" James yelled as he jumped off the couch almost falling in the process and hugged Mrs. Knight.

"Thanks mom," Kendall laughed.

"Do you want some Logan?" Mrs. Knight asked while she gave it out to the boys.

Logan shook his head, "No thanks," Food was still making him queasy.

The boys ate in comfortable silence watching cartoons.

"Hello?" A nervous voice asked from the door. Everybody turned their heads and were exposed to none other than Mr. Mitchell standing there looking as awkward and guilty as ever.

Mr. Mitchell was tall, brown hair, hazel eyes and a stern look on his face. He wore a suite but his tie was missing and the top button undone. He looked tired, like he had been driving for a while. He looked similar to Logan however Logan still has that look of innocence and hope, which Mr. Mitchell had lost a long time ago.

"What are you doing here?" Surprisingly James was the first one to stand up and confront Mr. Mitchell.

"I'm here to see my son," He said, no defense or anger in his voice. He knew he had stuffed up, royally. Now he just felt bad and guilty.

"Since when?" Kendall spat.

Kendall, Carlos and James were now standing up in front of Logan's bed in protective positions. Logan sat on his bed like a deer caught in a head light, unsure of what the hell to do.

Mrs. Knight however had a small smirk on her face, had she possibly gotten through to him?

"I would like to see my son…and apologize," He said slowly.

"Apologize?" Logan chocked out.

Mr. Mitchell nodded, "Can I have a moment alone?"

Kendall looked reluctant and James and Carlos looked as if the only thing in the world they'd rather not do was leave them alone.

Mrs. Knight however said, "Sure. Boys come on."

None of the boys made any indication that they were going to move.

"Boys," Mrs. Knight pressed.

The glared at Mr. Mitchell, "Alright, we'll be out there Logan," Kendall said and left the two alone.

Mr. Mitchell stood there awkwardly for a moment unsure of how to act. Slowly he made his way towards Logan's bed and sat in the chair that had recently occupied Kendall.

"How are you feeling?" He asked.

"I'm alright now," Logan said staring at his hands. This was really weird.

"Your still sick though," Mr. Mitchell noticed. He cringed at the fact that his son looked pale and clammy, and talked funny due to his cold. Boy did he feel like a horrible father.

"Well I can breathe now though, so that's good," Logan replied.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Mr. Mitchell asked pained.

Logan seemed confused, "Tell you what?"

"Tell me how much of a horrible father I am,"

Logan cringed, "You weren't a horrible dad."

"Yes I was," He snorted.

"You were just busy with work," He said quietly.

"No Logan don't make any more excuses for me, I've been just a bad father to you."

"Things got hard after mom died," Logan shrugged.

"No Logan don't,"

"It's okay I understand,"

Mr. Mitchell groaned he wanted his son to quit making excuses for him. He couldn't believe that he'd been such a horrible father and he's own son was trying to defend him. There were no more excuses for what he did, Logan had to realize that.

"Logan stop. Do not make any more excuses for me. I've been a bad father and that's, that," Logan went to say something but was cut off by he's dad, "No more excuses. Kelly made me realize something the other day and you don't deserve what I've been putting you through. I'm so sorry."

Lucas felt like a horrible father, he had been. Ever since his wife had died he had put so much effort in to trying to not think about the pain he was feeling he had left so much of he's life behind. Including his son. His amazing talent son.

"Seriously its okay dad," Logan said.

Mr. Mitchell shook his head frustrated as he took Logan's hand in his own, "It's really not. How much of your life have I missed the last few years? Far too much, I'm not even sure if I could pick out your friends. I haven't been there when you've been sick, or when you've one won an award, or to your hockey games. But I swear its going to change now. It has too."

Logan nodded, really unsure of what else to do. His father had been ignoring him for over half his live. Now all of the sudden he was coming to tell him he was sorry? And was going to change? This was insane. This was far too much for him to handle while he was in a hospital bed.

"Dad," Logan said slowly. He couldn't accept this man into his life just to have it torn away again. He knew his dad hasn't been the greatest since he's mom had died. He tried his best, but he knew it wasn't enough. Logan didn't want his dad to think he'd done horribly, because he hadn't.

He just hadn't done well. But being able to accept his dad back into his life as a reliable person was going to be difficult. He had been let done so much by this man, even though he hardly admitted it out-loud.

"You need to promise me," Logan said almost inaudibly not looking at his dad, "you can't say you're going to do something. And then not do it."

Lucas's heart almost broke as he heard his son say those words.

"You haven't been a horrible dad, not that bad. You could have been worse. But you sometimes do say things that you're going to do and don't go through with them. This can't be one of those times. If you're going to be around more than awesome and if you're not then that's fine too. But you need to go through with it. I got used to you not being around, I don't want to have to do this again."

Lucas was sure if there was a worst father award he would be a shoe in for first place. No boy should have to think like this. Nobody ever should have to worry about there on father breaking a promise like that.

"Logan I'm so sorry," Lucas was in tears now after hearing his son whisper that he couldn't handle him leaving again. He quickly pulled Logan into a massive bear hug and tried his best not to weep on his own son's shoulder.

"Things are going to change, I promise."

"Promise?" Logan whispered. He was clutching on to his dad unnaturally tight right now, he'd deny it if ever ask though.

"I promise," Lucas said.

Logan just nodded, he wanted so badly to accept this man into his life. That was all he had wanted for years.

Maybe, just maybe he would finally be able to have a real dad. Maybe.

I really hope I was able to get the point across of what I was intending. His dad really wants to be in his life, and Logan really wants him. But after being let down so much by him, he is worried about accepting him. I don't know if I made that clear so I thought id clarify that. This chapter was a little all over the place. I had an awesome idea for it, but it didn't really fit in this one. So just wait for the next, I'm intending for it to be epic :)

I wrote this while listening to Glee, Christmas songs. Because Australia is so behind on their TV viewing we get Christmas in February. I feel special.

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