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.

Notes: Short(er) chapter! Sorry it's posted later than normal. Thanks for reading! Enjoy!

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

Chapter 7

The only thing any of them could get out of Logan that night when they finally returned to the apartment was that Mrs. Knight was not going to tell his parents. Even though that's all Logan would tell them, they knew that couldn't have been it. But no matter how many times they asked, how they phrased the question, who asked, or when, Logan refused to tell them anything else about his punishment.

The next day was not fun. By the time their lessons ended, Kendall was in a temper, tired of telling people off for pestering Logan for more details of the event. James and Carlos weren't much better off, having set more than a few people straight about what had actually happened, before eventually giving up and ignoring the rest. Logan was the only one who seemed unfazed by the attention. He continued to give noncommittal replies, and, to the others surprise, spent a large portion of his time scribbling away in a notebook.

Camille was absent, as she was still working on set, and would be tutored there for the time being. Logan wasn't sorry for it, he wasn't exactly sure what would happen when they did get to see one another again. It was something he found himself longing for and dreading at the same time.

After classes, they headed to the studio, where things went from bad to weird.

Kelly, who had met them at the door, took one look at Logan's face and yelled, "What happened?"

"I kind of got into a fight," Logan answered.

"You should see the other guy," James added for good measure, looping an arm around Logan's neck, which Logan threw off immediately.

"Oh, no," Kelly said, shaking her head and staring at Logan like he'd sprouted antlers. "This is not good. This is not... good. What am I going to do with you?"

"Hi, Kelly," Carlos added, for no obvious reason.

"Hi," she returned, still distracted by the sight of Logan's face. "Okay... I think I got it. Make-up. We'll have to cover it with make-up and stick you in the back. Come on."

Kelly grabbed Logan by the arm and began dragging him off down the hall.

"I meant all of you," Kelly said, stopping before making a sharp left, and waving frantically for them to follow. "Griffin is coming by today with a photographer. Oh, Logan, this is not good."

"I'm sorry, Kelly."

"I'm sure it's not your fault," she said quickly, stopping them at the dressing rooms and giving them all the once over again.

"Kendall, you have to change," she said, and quickly held up a hand to cut him off. "And I don't want to hear any of your special snowflake crap right now. I get it. It's you. But not today. You," she said, pointing a figure at Kendall, "and you," she added, pointing at Logan again, "just get in there, pick out something new to wear, and get back out here. Now."

Carlos and James exchanged satisfied smirks, having passed dress inspection.

"James," Kelly said, her voice sharper than before, "wash that 'Cuda off, now. We've been over this before. It's not an attractive smell."

James looked as if he was going to argue with her, but decided not to when her nostrils actually flared in aggravation.

"What...what about me?" Carlos asked, almost afraid to hear the answer.

Kelly let out a deep breath, gave him good once over, and nodded. "You're fine. Just... don't put the helmet on until we're done, okay?"

"Okay," Carlos agreed, pleased that he'd passed muster.

Logan and Kendall reappeared in different outfits, ready to go.

"It'll have to do," Kelly sighed, pulling Logan over to the other side of the hallway. "Kendall, try again. And meet us in Gustavo's office. Bring James. Ten minutes. Got it?"

"Got it," Kendall repeated, throwing her a salute for good measure.

She just managed a smile at him, before another glance at Logan recalled the bigger problem, and she dashed back down the hall with Logan in tow, Carlos carrying up the rear.

"Is everything okay, Kelly?" Carlos asked, as they sped toward the one make-up room in the entire building.

"Not really," she answered. "I got a late start this morning and the battery in my car died. I just got here and I can't even get into my office. Must have locked myself out on Saturday night."

Carlos was about to say something, but they'd arrived at the make-up room only to find it empty.

"Um..." Kelly said, looking around for a moment, hoping one of the artists would turn up, before throwing up her hands and rummaging through the drawers. "I can do this. I put on my own make-up every day. Can't be that hard."

She held up several shades of base before deciding, dapping some on a brush and making her move towards Logan's face.

"Kelly," Logan said, catching her hand before she'd had a chance to connect, "I really don't think this is a good idea."

"I'm just going to cover the bruises."

"That's practically half his face," Carlos commented.

"Exactly," Kelly agreed.

"Yes," Logan said quickly. "It is. My face. I don't think it's going to help and it still kind of sore and, well, open..."

"You're right," Kelly said, sagging with defeat. "You just can't get your picture taken today. We'll tell Griffin you're sick, so, once I break into my office, you can hide in there."

"Thank you," Logan said, jumping quickly to his feet.

"About your office," Carlos began, clearly hesitant.

"What about it?"

"It's... well, um, just follow me."

Kelly, checked her watch, and with a few minutes to spare, agreed, but only if he'd hurry.

"Where are you going?" she asked, when he failed to make the proper turn. "My office is down here."

"I didn't know you had an office," Logan finally added.

Kelly rolled her eyes.

"No, it's not," Carlos said, smiling and pointing a bit further up the hallway. "Not any more. Remember when I told you I thought your office used to be a broom closet?"

"Yes."

"Well, I was actually thinking of this room," Carlos said as he stopped and opened the door in front of him. "Go on."

Kelly walked in and her jaw dropped.

"Carlos..." she began, but couldn't finish.

"It's not much bigger than your other office, but it does have more room. Plus, better lights and it's closer to Gustavo's office, which I honestly didn't know if that was a good thing or not, but... you know."

Kelly didn't say anything, just put her purse down on her desk, still stunned.

The room wasn't much bigger, but it was still a good size. Her desk actually fit into it without rubbing against the walls, as well as her old desk chair and two newer ones that were probably taken from the conference room. Her bulletin board had been hung and there were even some empty bookshelves on the far side of the room.

"I moved all your stuff, so you don't have to worry about that," Carlos continued. "And everything that was in here, fit in your old office fine. Your network is wireless, and I tested it first. Plus, the maintenance guy ran the phone lines. He's going to stop by later and put your name on the door, too."

"When did you do this?" Kelly asked, completely forgetting that she was on a tight schedule.

"I had some free time yesterday," Carlos said with a shrug.

"Is that where you were all day?" Logan said.

"It took all day?" Kelly asked.

"Yes," Carlos said, "and no. It didn't take all day. I mean, it wasn't quick, but it really wasn't any trouble."

"Did you paint the walls?"

"You do like green, right?"

"I do," Kelly answered, bringing her hand up to momentarily cover up the tears that had formed in her eyes. "Carlos, this is just so... so sweet. You didn't have to do this."

"Sure I did," Carlos said, the beginnings of a blush forming on his cheeks. "You deserve a nice office, a real one. You do lots of nice stuff for us all the time, and well, this is me saying thanks."

"Thank you," Kelly said, coming across the room and pulling him into a hug.

"You're..."

"Kelly!"

"... welcome," Carlos said, as Kelly jumped at the sound of Gustavo's voice bellowing her name.

"Oh man, Griffin," Kelly said. "Logan, stay here. It shouldn't be long, just keep out of the way."

"Got it."

"Carlos, you're with me," Kelly said, giving her new office one more look, a smile planted on her face. "Let's go get this over with."

Carlos held the door open for Kelly as they exited and, if Logan wasn't mistaken, he was still blushing and purposefully avoiding looking him in the eye. Logan watched them go, not certain what exactly had just taken place, but he had a really good guess.