Ugh, come on people, stop giving me ideas! I mean seriously, this chapter came to be from burning pancakes, and check out where it goes…Thanks Cheek, you've damaged me.

89. Through the Fire

Logan woke up and stretched. Looking around his room he saw what time it was. 11:13. Shoot, he slept in. That's what he got for staying up reading. He got up, stretched again, and walked out into the living room.

Looking around, he didn't see anyone. He walked into the kitchen and saw a note on the fried, well 2 notes.

The first one was from Mrs. Knight.

Dear boys,

Had earns to do, took Katie with me to stop her from watching Fox.

Be back late tonight.

Mrs. Knight

The second one was from his friends.

Dear Logan,

Went out riding in the BTR mobile, didn't want to wake you up, knew you stayed up late.

Be back later.

Carlos, Kendall, James.

Logan sighed, so he had the apartment to himself for a while. He felt his stomach growl. He looked up in the cabinets and found a bag of Just Add Water pancakes. He decided to make them and started getting the stuff together.

Logan was flipping pancakes when he heard his phone rang. He put the pancake he was making on the plate with the ones he'd already made. He ran off to his bedroom to find his phone. He picked it up off the nightstand.

"Hello?"

"Hey Logie. We were just making sure you didn't sleep all day. What are you doing?" James asked.

"Nothing, just making some pancakes."

"Okay, cool. We'll be home in about half an hour. Okay?"

"Okay, talk to you later." He heard a click as James hung up. He sat down on his bed for a second, and saw his book lying on the floor. He picked it up and started reading.

A couple of minutes later, his reading was interrupted by the sound of a loud beeping sound. He sat up, trying to figure out what the sound was.

Fire alarm. He realized.

He bolted to the door, quickly checking to see if the door was hot. It wasn't so he threw it open. He saw smoke rising from the kitchen. I didn't turn the stove off. He thought. He ran down the stairs and into the kitchen. He saw large flames rising from the on fire pan, which was quickly spreading, burning his near-by pancakes. He ran over, grabbed the pan, and threw it into the sink, turning on the water. The flames were quickly put out. He turned around and saw the wall was on fire.

Damn. He thought. He never cussed, but this situation was scary. He grabbed the fire extinguisher from under the sink and started spraying. An ablaze piece of the wall fell down, blocking Logan's way out of the kitchen. He continued spraying the fire until the fire extinguisher ran out. He looked over and saw the wall in front of him. It was catching the counter on fire.

Shoot. What was he going to do? He had to get out, or he was going to burn to death. He was sweating furiously. He backed up until the wall. He was going to die.

No, I won't die like this. He thought. I'll just…Before he could even process what he was doing, he took off, using the wall like a spring board. He took off quickly, jumping through the fire. It hurt very badly the second he was in the blaze. He hit the ground on the other side, quickly rolling to put out any flames on his clothes. He stood up and ran into his room, grabbing his phone and dialing 911.

"911 what's your emergency?" A voice asked.

Logan had a quick déjà vu moment before answering. "My name is Logan Mitchell. I'm reporting a fire at apartment 2J at the Palm Woods. I'm currently inside the apartment with possibly no way out." He ran back out of the room and back into the living room. Sure enough the fire had spread, blocking his way out. He slid down the slide, trying to get as low as possible.

"Okay, help is on the way." Logan hung up. He got down on all fours and crawled across the smoke filled living room. He sat against the far wall, sweating against the heat. His adrenalin rush ending he realized his lungs and eyes were burning from the smoke. His head was spinning. The fire was spreading across the living room, about 4 feet from the orange couch.

Logan pulled his knees up to his chest, staring at the flames giving the room an eerie red glow. He was scared, terrified actually. The smoke was tearing at lungs, making him cough. His eyes were watering, both from crying and the heat making them sting.

I'm going to die. He thought, and the chances were very likely. The fire department was a good 15 minutes away, that is with them having there sirens on and going around all the cars. The flames were going to reach him.

The guys…oh god I'm going to miss them! I don't want to die! He stared at the flame, which seemed to be closing on him. Then he remembered his phone. He quickly grabbed it and dialed James' number.

He listened as it rang, praying he would answer. It rang and rang and rang. Then the voicemail picked up. Logan laughed at the irony.

Hey, you reached James. Can't answer my phone right now. Leave a message and I'll call you back. He'll call him back…that is if he lived.

"H-hey J-James." He coughed a couple of times. "Hey, well, I managed to catch the place on fire making pancakes. Only me right?" He smiled weakly. "Well, I just called the fire department, but it's getting pretty bad. I'm not able to get out of here. I don't think they're going to get to me in time. I already have some burns because I had to go through the fire to get my phone. Okay, so like I said I don't think I'm going to make it. It's really scary James; you would not believe how red everything is. Anyway, I just had to call one more time, just to be safe, in case I don't make it. You were always my brother James, as were Carlos and Kendall."

He went into another coughing fit. "I gotta get off here, the smokes really bad. I love you buddy, don't forget that, okay? Make sure you don't, and make sure Kendall and Carlos don't either, okay? Love ya again buddy. Don't forget anything. Goodbye." He hit the end button, tears falling down his cheeks, stinging his eyes. He started coughing again.

He laid down on the floor, closing his eyes and relaxing. Maybe dying won't be so bad. I won't have to worry about anything. I won't have to deal with pain. I'll have all the books I can read. Logan mind slowed down, soon he completely blacked out.

"Finally we're back on the highway. I thought we we're gonna die out there." Carlos said from the back of the BTR mobile.

"We weren't going to die." Kendall said from the driver seat. "And we're about 10 minutes from the house, so you can eat when we get there." Kendall continued before Carlos could.

"Fire truck coming Kendall." James said, looking behind them. Kendall pulled over and watched as the truck passed, not paying much attention.

"Wow, they were goingr fast." Kendall said.

James nodded. "Yeah, must be a bad fire." Kendall pulled back into the rode and James turned up the radio, loud enough to not hear his phone ringing.

As they got closer to the destination, they saw smoke rising from the building. "It was the Palm Woods on fire?" Carlos asked.

"Wonder what happened." James said. They pulled into the parking lot, and James quickly realized something. "It's our apartment!" He called. Kendall and Carlos looked where the smoke was coming from and saw it was theirs.

"Logan…" Kendall whispered, Carlos seemed to get the same idea because he yelled, "Logan!" As soon as Kendall parked, James and Carlos bolted out of the car. Kendall turned off the car and followed them. They ran up to the front of the crowd that was forming. They tried to run through but they were stopped by a cop.

"We can't let you through." He said.

"That's our brother in there!" Kendall yelled.

"Was he still in the apartment?" The cop asked.

"We don't know!" Kendall screamed. Carlos walked away for a minute to try and call Logan, but was immediantly met with his voicemail. "LOGAN!" He suddenly heard Kendall scream. He turned around to see Kendall and James pushing past the police man, running towards something. He quickly followed.

They were met by a scary sight. There was a fire man caring an unconscious Logan. Logan was covered in dirt, his pale face ghostly white, his arms, legs, and his clothes were burnt in places. The fire man immediantly took him over to the waiting ambulance.

They laid him on a stretcher and placed an oxygen over mask over his face. Kendall, Carlos, and James all ran over to where he was. "Oh, Logie." Kendall said, looking at Logan's white and dirt covered face. "What happened?"

James, who was on Logan's other side, holding his hand, looked at him. "When I called him earlier, he was making pancakes. Something must have caught on fire."

Carlos, who was at Logan's knee, started bawling. He buried his face into Logan's knee. Kendall put his arm around his shoulder, pulling him into a hug. "It's going to be okay, Carlos. Logan wouldn't leave us without a goodbye." He said.

James, watching the two boys, felt his phone vibrate, indicating he had a missed call. He pulled it out and saw Logan had called him. He listened to the voicemail, tears forming in his eyes, slowly falling over onto his cheeks. Oh god, he did say goodbye. He quickly put his phone back in his pocket and ran over to Carlos and Kendall, joining in on the hug.

Okay, so that's the end. Before you throw a hissy fit at me, it's going to be a multi chapter fic. I've been dying to do one, so here it is. Thanks Cheeky for giving me the idea of burning pancakes.

Okay, so just to let you know, pans CAN catch on fire. I've had that happen before. I was trying to make chocolate chip pancakes (did you know you don't put the chips in the mix? I didn't.) So, I was stirring the mix, when all of a sudden I smelled smoke. I looked up and the pan was smoking, little flames on it. I ran over and threw it into the sink. The smoke burned my throat and made my head spin, it was CRAZY!

So yep. Review, and I'll post the next chapter ASAP!

Ella!