Title: And So It Goes
Author: SLynn
Rating: T
Pairings: Logan/Camille and Kendall/Jo
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Does anyone actually read this? If so, these characters and settings are not mine. I'm only borrowing.

Summary: Katie has a plan, but it's Kelly that ends up needing one.

Chapter 5

Kendall crept out of his room as early as he dared, dragging his still tired limbs towards the kitchen, but stopping as soon as it came into view. Logan was sitting at the breakfast bar, facing Kendall's mother. It took Mrs. Knight a minute to realize Kendall was standing there watching, but when she did she stopped mid-lecture and smiled up at her son. She briefly reached out and tipped Logan's face up, as if determined to catch his eyes.

"We'll talk more tonight," she said without a trace of anger. "You'll be fine."

Then, dropping her hand to his shoulder she squeezed it briefly before moving to Kendall, pulling him into a hug and then saying 'goodbye' for the day, as she headed out to work.

Kendall, more confused now than before, stood stock still for a minute before heading into the kitchen.

Logan had dropped his head into his arms and grunted in reply when Kendall said, "Good morning."

"So," Kendall said, after having poured and drank a glass of orange juice. "What happened?"

"I don't want to talk about it," Logan muttered, arms wrapped tightly around his head.

"Well, I'm pretty sure you're going to have to eventually," Kendall reasoned. "And, if you just tell me now, I can head off Things One and Two."

Logan let out a snort of laughter, followed quickly by a groan, at Kendall's usage of their very old nicknames for James and Carlos.

"Stop," he said weakly. "Stop. No laughing. Nothing... funny. My head really can't take it."

"Oh. My. God," Kendall said, unable to keep the chuckle entirely out of his voice. "You're hung over."

"Kendall, shut up," Logan urged him, bringing his head up off the table and pushing his hands against his temples. "Too loud. You're too loud."

"How? How did that happen? How?"

Logan looked at him, with sunglasses on Kendall noted, as if he couldn't believe he'd have to explain the how part.

"Okay, I know how it happens," Kendall said. "But you? I take it back. I don't know how that happens to you. How? How, Logan?"

"Would you please either take a step back or stop screaming at me?" Logan implored.

"I'm not screaming," Kendall said, doing as requested. "I'm just shocked."

"Logan!"

Logan and Kendall both jumped as Carlos came screaming into the room. Logan's head, slipping out of his hands entirely, dropped to the counter with a muffled, 'ow'.

"What happened?" Carlos asked, enthusiastically shaking his friend by the shoulders as he slid into the seat next to him. "We were worried. Are you grounded? For life? Where were you all night?"

"Carlos," Logan said as his hand shot up to cover his friend's mouth. "Please. I'm begging you. Stop. Yelling."

Carlos looked confused until, from behind Logan's back, Kendall mouthed the words, 'he got drunk' with a goofy smile on his face. Now that Kendall had heard what he assumed was the worst of it, the situation felt funnier.

"No!" Carlos shouted, forgetting Logan's request entirely.

"Oh, God," Logan muttered, pushing himself off of the stool, ambling back to the living room couch.

"How?" Carlos asked, clearly as shocked as Kendall had been. "How did that happen?"

"I don't want to talk about it," Logan said, falling down on the couch with a heavy sigh. "I just want to lie here and not throw up. Okay?"

Kendall and Carlos exchanged looks, both trying their best not to laugh outright, as James came into the room.

"You look terrible," he threw at Logan, who was currently wrestling with the lone blanket on the couch in an effort to get comfortable.

"Thanks," Logan returned, happy that at least one of his friends wasn't pestering him with questions.

"Hey," James said sharply, "those are my sunglasses. Hand them over."

"Fine," Logan grumbled, whipping them off and pulling the blankets up over his head in one quick motion, but not quick enough.

"What happened to your face?" Carlos exclaimed, pointing even.

"Be nice, Carlos," James answered. "Logan's always had that face."

When no one laughed, James knew it was serious. Taking a seat opposite Logan, who was now sitting up, resigned to get the worst of it out of the way. They'd already seen his black eye, they weren't going to leave him alone now no matter what.

"Fine," Logan said, taking a deep breath and squinting at the light.

James offered back the sunglasses, and Logan took them with a nod of thanks.

"Camille and I went to a concert with a couple of her friends from that shoot she was at yesterday," Logan began. "It was kind of lame, and still early, so her friends suggested this party nearby."

Logan trailed off a bit, and the other three knew that Logan had never wanted to go to that party, but wouldn't have spoken up against the idea either. If any of them had been along, it would have been a different story, but Logan's default setting was 'don't make waves.' He was only comfortable arguing with his friends, and it was one of the reasons why James and Logan fought so much. James took it upon himself to push Logan's buttons until Logan pushed back; he thought it was good for him.

"So we went, and it was okay," Logan continued. "I wasn't driving, but I didn't plan on drinking."

They all nodded knowingly. They'd all been to parties where alcohol had been served and the pressure to drink extreme. Kendall and James had both caved, on occasion, but not often. Carlos, never. The fear of his father's disapproval kept him in line. Logan however always took a drink if offered, would take one sip and then promptly set the drink down and 'forget' where he'd put it.

"I got us a couple of Cokes. Then a couple more. Then a couple more. And, after about five or six... I realized that they weren't just Cokes."

"Oh, man," James exclaimed.

"I know," Logan interrupted, almost looking angry. "I'm stupid. I get it."

"No, it's not that," James said quickly. "It's just now we know why Camille's dad was so mad last night."

"You heard that?" Logan asked quickly, turning to Kendall for confirmation.

"Some of it, yeah."

"Great," Logan said. "So, you know the rest."

"No," Carlos interjected. "No, we don't. We only heard him say you couldn't see Camille anymore. That's all."

"Yeah," Logan sighed. "That's all."

"What happened next?" Kendall asked, knocking him lightly across the knee.

"Okay," Logan said. "Once I realized I was probably drunk, I panicked and then decided to call you mom. And of course, Camille's drunk too, and didn't think we should call anyone, so she threw my phone into the pool."

"Of course she did," Kendall nodded, honestly not surprised.

"So, I asked for hers, because at this point I knew it was late, but I didn't know how late. And I knew we were in trouble, just not how much. And really, I just wanted to go home, but she was really upset and didn't want her parents to know what had happened. And, I didn't either, but I didn't see what else we could do. I couldn't even remember where we were, and then she starts crying - and not her fake acting crying, but like really crying - and suddenly we're making a scene."

"And she hit you?" Carlos asked.

"No," Logan answered. "No, her friend, one of the ones we'd come with... he hit me."

"What?" James asked. "Did he just come up and slug you or..."

"No," Logan said, dragging the word out as he struggled to remember exactly how it had happened. "I'm pretty sure we talked first."

"Talked?" Kendall said, sounding skeptical.

"Okay, we didn't talk," Logan admitted. "He came over and started yelling at me to leave Camille alone. I started yelling back that I wasn't bothering her, I just wanted to leave but she'd ruined my phone. And then Camille got in the middle, trying to get what's-his-face to back off of me, and the next thing I know is he pushed her and I punched him, and then we're fighting and some other guys pulled us apart."

Logan looked up and gave Katie, who had just joined them on the couches, a wan smile.

"Katie," Kendall said impatiently. "Go away. We're talking."

Katie scowled at him as she got to her feet, but she didn't go far, merely to the kitchen and back again, depositing an ice pack in Logan's lap as she gave Kendall another furious look, daring him to say more.

"Thanks," Logan muttered, putting the pack against his forehead for a minute before shifting it to the back of his neck. "That's pretty much it. Camille calmed down after that and called her dad, who had apparently been calling her for an hour without luck. The phone was off. He picked us up at the corner and... and it wasn't pleasant. Camille tried to explain what had happened, but he wasn't listening. He just yelled all the way back to the Palms, dropped Camille off, and then dragged me up here."

"What did my mom say?" Kendall asked.

But Logan just shook his head, refusing to answer.

"Is she going to tell your parents?" Carlos asked tentatively.

"I'm not sure."

"Well," Kendall said, getting to his feet, "why don't you go crash out in the bedroom. It's pretty dark in there and..."

"Nah," Logan said, waving him off as he got to his feet as well, albeit a bit unsteadily. "I'm going to shower and pick up around here or something. Keep busy. If I go back to sleep now..."

Logan trailed off again, shaking his head slowly as he walked to the bathroom.

As soon as the door had shut, they talking began.

"Will your mom call his parents?" James asked straightaway.

"I don't know," Kendall admitted. "She didn't seem angry. Maybe not."

"She can't," Carlos said. "You know Logan's parents. They'll bring him home. Mine would."

"No, they wouldn't," James argued. "Mrs. Knight would talk sense into them, but the Mitchells? Not a chance. He might as well pack now."

"You're mom can't tell them," Carlos said.

"I can't stop her," Kendall said, throwing his hands up in exasperation.

"Then we'll just have to explain it to her."

The three guys all turned as one towards Katie.

"Right?" Katie said.

"I'm sorry," Kendall said. "How does this conversation involve you? Oh, that's right. It doesn't."

"I'm just trying to help."

"Help?" Kendall repeated. "This is your fault. You woke Mom last night, on purpose, and you knew Logan wasn't home. You've helped enough, Katie."

"How was I supposed to know this was going to happen," she argued. "I'm sorry. I didn't know he was going to pick last night to go all, 'Rebel Without a Clue'."

"Ha," James laughed.

"It's too late for sorry," Kendall said.

"Kendall," Carlos reasoned. "It's not Katie's fault. Camille's dad would have woken your mom up anyway."

"Yeah," James agreed. "And then we would have all been in trouble for not telling her Logan was still out when we went to bed."

Kendall shook that off as unimportant. He'd gladly get in a little trouble to cover his friend's back anytime.

"It was still a crappy thing to do, Katie."

"I know," she sighed, looking ashamed.

"Why would you even want to get Logan in trouble?" Kendall continued, still irritated. "He's always nice to you."

Katie didn't answer, just got up and went to the kitchen to pour herself a bowl of cereal which she than began to eat as if determined to keep occupied and unable to engage in this fight. Kendall followed after her, but James and Carlos remained where they were, watching the siblings from the safety of the living room.

"He even spent the whole day babysitting you..."

"I'm not a baby!"

"...and this is how you repay him."

"Hey," James said, "there's the bright spot. If Logan's grounded, we don't have to worry about who's going to stay here and watch Katie on the weekends. He can do it."

"If he doesn't get sent home," Carlos added ominously.

"He won't," James said, dismissing the idea outright as he headed for the front door. "We'll fix it. You'll see. And now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to the pool."

"Wait up," Carlos called after him, throwing a quick wave in Katie and Kendall's direction.

Kendall stood there, glaring at his sister for a minute more.

"What?" she finally snapped.

"You never answered my question."

"What's that?"

"Why would you want to get Logan in trouble?"

Katie emptied the last of her cereal into the trashcan and, without another word, rinsed out her bowl and stormed off to her room, leaving Kendall behind, angry and confused.