AN: Yeah, a day early right? But tomorrow's anti-bullying day I've been asked not to update any of my stories unless they are about bullying. Besides, I have a one shot for you all today.

This is the last chapter and as sad as that makes me, it makes me incredibly happy at the same time. There will be an epilogue but I have an important question for all of you at the end. I hope you all like this and thank you for sticking with me for so long.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

"Okay Cam, close your eyes and don't open them until I say so," Logan orders, placing his hands over her pretty eyes from behind her. "I have a surprise for you," he whispers sweetly in her ear, kissing the outer shell of it.

She giggles, leaning back into him and opening her eyes, "What do you have planned?" she asks curiously.

He drops his hands from her eyes, wrapping his arms around her dainty shoulders. "You'll just have to wait and see." She gives him a look but willingly closes her eyes again. "Good, now just keep them closed."

He backs away from her, steadying her before moving towards the front door. He swings the front door open, knowing who's behind it though no bell has been rung. He ushers in the young boy along, thanking the officers over and over again before letting them leave, confident that he wouldn't be needing them. He looks at the young boy once their alone. "Wow," he whispers in awe.

Knowing that Camille is waiting, he guides the nervous boy into the living room and sets him a few feet directly in front of Camille. "Wait here," he quietly whispers.

He moves behind Camille, wrapping his arms around her again, "You can open your eyes again, sweetie."

The young boy is confused. He's fourteen and in the matter of minutes, his life became more complicated and mysterious than ever.

She turns to him, not even realizing someone else is in the room and pecks Logan's lips. "Look," Logan points to the dark haired boy, smiling. The boys shifts his weight from foot to foot, nervously looking between Logan and Camille.

"Logan," she chuckles, "Who's this?" She gives him a confused look, looking at the uncomfortable boy. She realizes that his hair closely resembles hers without the curls. Except he has sea blue eyes. They kind of reminded her of... Andrew's. Only his were strikingly cold and harsh, the boy's are almost soothing and calm. But the similarity makes her shudder despite the fact she knows that the boy isn't going to cause any harm especially if Logan was the one who let him in.

She grabs Logan's hand as a source of comfort. Breathe, Camille, breathe, she reminds herself. She doesn't understand why she's afraid. She knows that he's not going to hurt her yet she's uncomfortable.

"Calm down, baby," he whispers, affectionately rubbing her shoulders, "Let me at least introduce him to you."

She nods her head frantically, forcing herself to not crumble in panic. She squeezes his hand tighter, hating that memories were rushing back to her. Those eyes. Every moment of pain she's ever felt comes back to her, making her almost scream. She bites her bottom lip, whimpering.

She feels so horrible for scaring the poor boy but all she can see is Andrew. Andrew. Andrew. Andrew. She tries to force the image out of her head. He's dead, she reminds herself, he can't hurt you anymore. But her eyes deceive her brain and she backs away from them, dropping Logan's hand, screaming. She clasps her hands over her ears almost as if she's trying to ignore everything around her. It terrifies the boy. He has never heard anything like it before. It was a scream from a horror movie, one that he could never forget and was etched into his brain forever. The worst part? He had a feeling in the pit of his stomach that he was the cause of it.

She runs away from them, going into their bedroom and slamming the door behind her. Logan opens his mouth to say something before closing it. He didn't know what just happened. He thought he was going to surprise Camille but what happened was the exact opposite. She was terrified. He saw it in her eyes. She was scared.

He hadn't intended for this to happen. He hadn't planned on seeing that same broken look like he had only two months ago. Least of all, he hadn't planned on hearing a blood curdling scream.

"Wait here," he tells the boy, before rushing after Camille. He knocks softly on the door, "Cami, can I come in?" he asks quietly, not wanting to frighten the girl anymore.

"Y-yeah," she says after a few moments. Her voice is choked with tears and his heart breaks at the sound of it.

He opens the door slightly and slides in, securely closing it behind him. "Hey baby," he murmurs, sitting down next to her on the floor. She's sitting on the floor, playing with the hem of her shirt as she tries to distract herself from the impending tears. He wraps his arm around her, pulling her close and kissing the top of her head. "What happened out there?" he asks gently.

Camille looks up at him, her warm eyes shining with tears. "His eyes," she whispers, "Logan, they remind me of Andrew's. For a moment all I could see was him. I- I couldn't see anything else and oh God Logan, I got so scared," she cries, shuddering.

"Hey, listen to me," Logan whispers resting his forehead against hers and rubbing circles on her cheeks as he holds her face delicately in hers, "He's gone. He can't hurt you anymore, baby."

"I- I know. But you don't get it Logan. I love you but what you're saying is harder to believe than you think it is. He's been gone for almost two months but I can still remember every aspect of him. It haunts me Logan. I'm moving on but everything he did or said to me still haunts me."

"I know. I know I'll never get it completely but I do know this is hard for you. Believe it or not, you're incredibly strong and I'm so proud of you," he tells her, rubbing his nose against hers. "But that boy... he's not Andrew and never will be, trust me on that. And once you know who he is, I'm positive you'll think so too."

Then there's soft knocking on the door and they turn their heads towards the door as a sliver of it opens. Camille dries the last of her tears, attempting to show that she had never been crying in the first place. "Can I come in?" the boy peaks his head in, speaking for the first time. Logan nods and reluctantly, so does Camille. "I feel really bad... I made you cry didn't I?" he asks guiltily. He looks down at his clasped hands, frowning.

"No," Camille answers, "It's fine. Something just happened and..."

He nods, understanding.

"You guys barely even know who each other are," Logan says in realization, surprised at how quickly they began to talk. "Camille," Logan squeezes her hand, "Meet Ethan Roberts."

She looks at him with wide eyes full of disbelief. Then it clicks. The hair. The eyes. Everything. It made sense. A shaky hand goes to her mouth and tears full of happiness come flooding back. "Logan," she gasps, still eyeing the young boy. "It's not... is it?"

"It is," he whispers warmly, kissing her temple.

She engulfs the boy- Ethan- into a hug. She's crushing the poor boy but she can't bring herself to let go. She hasn't seen her little brother in almost eleven years. The last time she saw him was when she was eight and he was three and she made the most risky decision of letting him go. There was almost no way she could have recognized him if it weren't for the similarities between her and their parents.

She pulls back looking tearfully at the boy while smiling widely. He looks at her confusedly, not sure of what was going on. He had just made her cry and now he made her cry with happiness?

Logan notices the confused expression on Ethan's face, nudging his shoulder. "How much exactly did the officers tell you? Because by the looks of it, it doesn't seem like much."

"They told me I was supposedly meeting my long lost sister and then they dragged me here. That's pretty much it," he retorts. "So I know that she's Camille and that she's my sister but I don't really know much else."

Camille pulls back, realizing how uncomfortable he must be. "I'm sorry, I should have asked." Despite the fact that he has almost no idea of what's going on, she can't be any happier. Her baby brother is right in front of her.

"It's cool," he replies. He may not know everything just yet but he can't believe that his sister is actually a star in Hollywood. He's actually seen her acting before in movies, and he's got to admit, she was amazing on the big screen. Some of his friends even have crushes on her which is crazy considering she was his sister though he didn't know it then. "No offense or anything because this is your apartment, but who are you? I mean I know you're in Big Time Rush because my little sister loves you guys but who are you exactly... to her," he nods in Camille's direction.

He smiles, "None taken. I'm Logan Mitchell, Camille's fiancée."

"Fiancée?" he asks, amazed. He had figured that she had a boyfriend but a fiancée? He hadn't expected that. He may not have seen Camille in years and he may barely know her but he was genuinely happy for her.

"Yeah," Camille whispers, twisting the diamond ring on her finger. "Our four year anniversary is coming up soon," she says, smiling faintly.

"Wow. That's a long time," he tells them, astonishment evident in his voice. "Hey... Can I ask you a question if you're okay with of course."

"Go ahead."

"Why... How did I make you cry out there? I mean I didn't even do anything."

"I don't think-," Logan starts but is cut off by Camille. She gives him a look and he knows that she wants him to know everything.

"You look a lot like Andrew," she says, her voice beginning to waver. She gulps, shutting out every memory that's coming back. She couldn't get mad at her little brother for looking like him.

"Who's Andrew?"

"My- our father," she replies, gritting her teeth. Logan rubs small circles on her thigh, reminding her to stay clam.

"So what's so bad about that?" he asks. He didn't understand. Wasn't looking like his parents a good thing?

"He- he made my life hell. He's the reason I haven't seen you in eleven years."

Then he's taken aback. Everything is jumbled up in his brain and he's not following her anymore. "H- how?" he squeaks out, almost afraid of the answer.

She narrows her eyes. "Have you ever watched the news?" she asks.

"Well yeah but not a lot. They're on in my house a lot since my mom watches them a lot but... I tend to lose interest quickly," he says, a bit embarrassed.

"I was on before Christmas. Have you seen me on? Or anytime before that even?"

"Maybe. I don't really get what you're trying to tell me though," Ethan responds. "I'm missing something important, aren't I?"

"You are... Listen," Camille tells him, "When you were three, I was eight. Everything was f-fine until my- I mean our mom left us all of a sudden," Camille corrects herself, not being used to referring her parents as both their parents.

"She's gone?" he asks in surprise. His face falls, "I won't even get to meet her?"

Camille's expression softens at his crestfallen expression, realizing that he probably doesn't even remember that their mother left let alone what she was like. "No, I'm sorry. She said she might come back but it's been eleven years. I figure she's moved on. Whatever," she mutters under the breath bitterly.

"What about our dad?"

"Our dad- Andrew- you're not going to get to meet him either. He... he used to abuse us. Well you left before anything got really horrible but still."

"What do you mean I 'left'? I was three," he asks.

"Eleven years ago, I kinda pushed you out the window while our dad was out and I thought we would both be able to escape and get some help but then he came back and I had to let you go all alone. We were so close to escaping that night. So close."

"But that means you stayed or at least you were forced to," he says in realization.

"Yeah." She twiddles her thumbs, suddenly fascinated by them. Logan tightens his arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer to him.

"How bad was it? It didn't last for that long, did it?" he questions, a concerned expression evident on the features of his face.

She sighs, moving closer to Logan and burying her face in his chest before looking at Ethan again. "It was... bad. Three and a half years, that's how long it lasted."

He gasps, small droplets of tears appearing in his eyes. He may barely knew who this girl was but he was his sister and knowing that she went through all especially after saving him, made him feel sorry for her. Not in a pitiful way but he knew that she didn't deserve to go through that. No one did. "That's horrible."

"Mmm," she murmurs, wrapping her arms around Logan. Logan brushes his nose against her dark brown curls, kissing them lightly.

"Thank you," he whispers, "For saving me."

She smiles softly, "You were my baby brother, if I had to do it again, I would do it in a heartbeat. But you're welcome." She pauses, but continues to spill everything. She leaves out details, only giving him the highlights. "Then I was put into foster care after I was saved. I went from home to home but I never fit in. Then finally one of the cops who saved me, adopted me. I lived with them in Connecticut for the majority of my life and then when I was fifteen, I came out here to pursue my acting career."

He nods, questions still buzzing in his brain. He had never actually heard something like this from anyone. Sure he's read articles online but hearing it was more terrifying than anything else he had witnessed in his entire life. "Can I ask more questions? I mean it's okay if you don't want to answer them but I'm just curious," he rambles.

She laughs despite the fact her voice is still choked with tears. "Ask away."

They were both holding onto every word, every sound. They hadn't even known where the other was for the majority of their lives. Ethan's smiles at her laugh. It was the first time he had heard it... or at least since he could remember.

"Why were you asking about me watching the news? All this happened almost eleven years ago, right?"

She shakes her head quickly, whimpering a bit. "No," she whispers, "He came back for me. He escaped prison and he found me. He made my life and everyone I loved and cared about lives hell. He kidnapped me almost seven months ago."

"But you were rescued," he says quietly.

"Kind of. I wasn't exactly okay physically or even mentally for that matter," she turns to Logan, pushing up his sleeve, "A bullet grazed him. I was in the hospital for about two months after the kidnapping," she whimpers, lightly touching the faint scar on Logan's arm.

"It was really bad wasn't it? Is that the end or is there more? I mean Andrew did get caught, right?" he asks nervously. He prays that there isn't more- that this is the end. Deep down, he has a feeling that there's more yet he pushes it aside, hoping that the poor girl didn't have to endure anymore than that.

"There's more. About a month after that, there was a trial. For some reason we thought it was going to go fine. The only thing I was dreading was seeing him again. Just thinking about him made me shudder and the last thing I wanted to do was face him again. I didn't want to see him again," she cries. She doesn't care if she's making Ethan uncomfortable but the thought of Andrew is enough to bring tears to her eyes. "But then he brought a gun and he shot me twice. And then he shot himself. Just like that, everything fell apart right when everything was coming back together again."

"Is he... dead?"

Camille solely nods, closing her eyes and taking deep breaths. "I had to go to therapy after that. Certain things happened and I wasn't okay. I was far from it," she sniffles.

"I hate him." It wasn't a question but a statement. His eyes burned with fury though he barely knew Andrew. What he did was wrong and cruel. He moves over to the haunted girl, wallowing her up in a hug. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be," she whispers, "It's not your fault." She doesn't need to stress that she doesn't hate him. That was going to be too much for him to handle in one day and she doubted that he would be able to understand her complicated and conflicting emotions all at one time. Right now, all she wanted to do is stop this moment in time and hold her little brother in her arms. She reaches up, tangling her fingers gingerly in his short dark locks. Small droplets of tears trickle down from her eyes yet she lets them fall. She was so happy even though retelling her story was still as hard as it was every time.

She still can't believe Logan somehow found Ethan. She didn't now how and she makes a note to herself to ask him later. She doesn't know how or even why Logan goes to such extents for her but she can't be more grateful. He's given her so much in life and no "thank you" was ever going to be enough. But their love for each other certainly was and in their hearts, they both knew that.

"Do you know how amazing you are?" Camille asks Logan, smirking.

Ethan was now gone, returning back to his own house. Camille drank in every moment though she knew she would see him again. It was almost too hard to let him go. Eleven years does that to a person. After talking more with him, she learned more about him, what his life was like, what he liked to do, everything really. A couple had adopted him when he was four, after the woman who had found him put him into foster care. His adoptive father died when he was eight and he now lived with his mother and his younger sister and younger brother as well. They were both were fans of BTR and though he wouldn't admit it, he was too. He was fairly popular in school though he was quiet and had his own circle of close friends, which he said, "They'll freak out once they know you're my sister. They all have crushes on you". They learned how he lived only in northern California, close enough for them to visit each other often. They nearly laughed at how long it took to find him when he'd been living in L.A. the entire time.

"Maybe," he teases, poking her. He wraps his arms around her stomach from behind her, resting his chin on her shoulder as they sit on their bed together. He rocks them back and forth slightly, placing sweet kisses on her neck. "How about you show me?" he asks playfully, his eyes shining with mischievousness.

She ignores him, teasingly rolling her eyes. "How did you even get him here?"

"I called up the police station months ago and asked them to find you. It would have been faster but they had absolutely no way to find him since they didn't even have a picture. It took a long time but they found him."

"We have to thank those officers a lot you know," Camille tells him, sighing at the feeling of his hot lips against her neck and his nose rubbing behind her ear.

"They're just doing their job and besides, I think they'll get tired of us if we thank them anymore. They've already told us to stop," he murmurs against her skin.

"Mmm, yeah," she turns around to face him, pushing him back onto the bed and entangling her dainty fingers in his raven hair. "Thank you, Logan," she whispers, "For doing so much for me these past few months. It means a lot to me though I'm sure you already know that. But still, thank you for fixing me and being there for me and for saving me Logan."

"Stop thanking me, Cam. I did what I did because I love you and I never want to let you go."

"I never want to let you go either, Logan."

She bends down, connecting their lips and for once, everything is going right. There's no more drama or sorrows, just happiness and love. It was the moment they'd been longing for all these months and it had finally come. Everything was alright again and Logan and Camille, despite the hardships they face, were together and no one could ever break that. They weren't going to let each other go no matter what was thrown at them because their love truly was that strong.

AN: Okay, I hope you all liked it. No, Camille's not fully healed and she never will be completely. Things like that last with you forever and I wanted to show that.

To think that this story is so close to the end... it's almost surreal for me. It doesn't feel like it's been more than eight months since I started this story. I really love this story with all my heart in the least conceited way possible. Not only has it helped me with my writing it's also brought me to people that mean so much to me now.

Technically next chapter will be the epilogue and I don't know when that will be up. I want to make it as perfect as possible but I also don't want to take TOO long. So the question... would you guys want a sequel or a one shot or something or should I just leave this story as is and move onto other stories? I have a list of stories that I want to start on so honestly, I don't know. I want your opinion. But on the same note, I want my Kendall and Jo story started as soon as possible.

Sorry for that long author's note but seriously guys, thank you. This journey would have been impossible without all of you.

So... review?