A/N: OMG! I am sooooooo sorry guys. I have been busy. Work, school, drama. I'm just so sorry. Hopefully this longish chapter makes up for the absence.

Our Own Little World, yeah have i bit of writers block on that one. But it will be updated!

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DISCLAIMER: I; in no way, shape, and/or form; own Big Time Rush. Just the plot.

Days have passed, finding the boys at home. Carlos sat in the living room, nestled in the corner of the couch, dozing to the sounds of cartoons on the television. He acted like he was guarding the place with the way he jump when the t.v. got too loud or when Kendall walked through the apartment.

The blonde was constantly taking care of Logan, who was resting in the room he shared with his caretaker. The brunette wouldn't come out, too shaken up and broken to face the world. To face James.

The aforementioned pretty boy was out of the apartment. He would leave early in the morning and not return until late at night, after everyone has gone to bed. James stayed out, avoiding his friends, thinking of how to apologize to Logan.

Kendall passed by Carlos as quietly as possible, to the kitchen, smiling slightly at the sight of the usually energetic boy napping on the couch. He walked to the refrigerator and retrieved some juice. He poured some in the cup he held, and replaced the juice. The blonde tiptoed past the sleeping Latino again and headed up to his room.

Upon entering the dimly lit bedroom, he was greeted with the sight of Logan sitting up in bed, staring at a photo in a basic wooden frame that he held. Kendall approached his little brother slowly. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he saw that the photo was of the two of them with Carlos and James at their hockey championship a few years ago. All smiling and happy.

Logan looked up at his visitor, eyes dull with sadness. Kendall gently took the picture from him, placing it face down on the side table. The blonde handed the younger boy the glass of juice, encouraging him to drink. Green eyes watched as the brunette slowly took some sips, lowering the glass when he was finished.

"Thank you" The small boy whispered. Kendall sighed as he moved the glass from Logan's hand to the side table as well. The brunette gazed down at his hands, faded memories floating in his mind. Loser. Worthless. Tears formed in the corners of his eyes, the words spinning in a trancing circle.

"Logan?" Kendall was greeted by a soft sob. The blonde scooted up and wrapped his arms around the boy's shaking frame. "Shhh... It's alright. Logie, shh..."

Logan tried to calm down listening to his big brother's voice, but the voices in his head screamed over him. He just shook his head.

"No... It's true... I-I... They-"

"No, buddy. They're wrong." The blonde stated firmly. "They're all wrong." Damn you, James. You should have kept your mouth shut. He rocked the smaller boy back and forth. "You are amazing, Logie." The brunette just shook his head and hid his face in his brother's shoulder. "It's true. Don't doubt it, please." Kendall whispered in Logan's ear.

So they sat like that for a while. Kendall just held onto Logan, listening to the boy cry softly, staining his shirt with tears. Eventually the cries subsided, fading into even breaths. Kendall looked down to find the brunette sleeping peacefully. The blonde smiled at the sight. He gently laid the small boy down, and tucked him.

"You're amazing. I promise." Kendall whispered to the sleeping teen. He softly placed a kiss on Logan's forehead. The blonde got up, still watching the boy, then turned and walked to the door. He glanced back at the brunette while closing the door.

"H-how is he?" The voice was shy, but still set Kendall's temper ablaze. He didn't need to face James to know that he is still ashamed.

"Hurt." The response was quick. Sharp. Like a knife, and it cut James deep. "He is hurt, broken, tired, and depressed." The blonde walked past the brunette silently.

"I'm sorry." James tried to reason. The other boy spun around. Green meeting hazel. The brunette immediately took a step back, watching the anger blazing in Kendall's eyes.

"I'm not the one you need to apologize to, James!" The blonde advanced slowly. " You didn't hurt me. You hurt Logan. Someone we swore to help. We promised to be there and protect him. Then you, one of his best friends, throw everything bad back in his face? Dammit, James. You broke him. Made him run away out onto the streets of Los Angeles. Bad things happen on those streets, and it happened to Logan. So instead of apologizing to me," he pointed to himself, then to the bedroom door, "apologize to him!" He turned and walked away to the living room to get Carlos for dinner. The Latino stood upon Kendall's entrance.

"What happened?" Brown eyes darted back and forth between the tall boy and the hallway.

"Nothing." The green eyed boy took a breathe. "Mom and Katie are out for the night. Let's make some dinner." The two walked into the kitchen, ready to make a meal.

James leaned against the wall, head bowed, replaying everything that Kendall said in his mind. Everything was true. If it wasn't for James, Logan wouldn't have been beaten up on the streets. The three of them promised to help the youngest boy, and protect him.

FLASHBACK

Eight year old Logan cried as his father closed the door behind him. The man had screamed at him for coming home a few minutes late, proceeded to call him worthless and worse, before pushing him outside into the cold Minnesota winter evening, and locking the door.

The boy shivered, wiped his nose on his sweater sleeve, and sat down on the porch steps. He continued crying like that for a while.

Eventually his cries subsided. He looked around, rubbing his small, pale hands together.

"Might as well do my homework." The little brunette reach for his backpack, then remembered he left it on the bus during his rush to get home. "Oh..." The little boy brought his knees to his chest, hugging them in an attempt to keep warm. He knew his father would just leave him out there. The man was cruel and heartless ever since Logan's mother ran away four years earlier.

Half an hour passed. Logan's lips were tinged with blue, nose and cheeks were flushed from the nippy air, the rest of him was as white as snow and nearly frozen. He was half dozing on the porch steps when a car horn blared in front of him. The little brunette looked up in a daze, finding Kendall, James, Carlos, and Mrs. Knight getting out of the Knight's car. Both raced forward seeing the eight year old half frozen.

"Logan!" Kendall kneeled down beside his friend. "We were bringing you your backpack that you left on the bus." The nine year old blonde wrapped his arms around the little boy, followed by the arms of James and Carlos.

"Logan, honey? Why are you sitting out here?" Mrs. Knight questioned. The auburn haired woman was even more worried when the boy wouldn't answer. She looked up to the door, then back down to the boys. "Logan." Her voice was soft but authoritative. Big brown eyes that seemed dazed looked up to her. "Did your father lock you out?" The older three boys watched as Logan slowly nodded, tears filling his eyes. Mrs. Knight's temper was set ablaze. She wanted to destroy the man inside the house for treating this precious boy like that.

But first, she had to help Logan. He was cold, tired, and needed a lot of tender love and care.

"Come on," she whispered as she gently removed Logan from the hold the older boys had on him, then picked him up, shocked at how light the boy was. Once the brunette was securely placed on her hip, Mrs. Knight turned toward the car. Kendall, James and Carlos watched as the woman set their best friend in the warm car.

"Poor Logan." Nine year old Carlos noted.

"He doesn't deserve to be treated like that." James agreed.

"And he won't ever be treated like that again!" Kendall stated. "Not as long as we are there to help him. Right, guys?"

"Right!"

"Boys?" Mrs. Knight's voice came from the car. The nine year olds raced over. "Sit with Logan, please." She let the children climb into the vehicle, and surround the shaking boy. "I'll be right back."

"Where are you going?" Carlos questioned quietly.

"To speak with Mr. Mitchell." The mother shut the door and walked up to the house. The boys shrugged it off and focused their attention on Logan, who was shivering and crying still.

"Don't worry Logie..." Carlos pleaded.

"Everything will be okay..." James continued.

"We'll help you. We'll protect you from now on." Kendall finished.

"We promise." They chorused.

END FLASHBACK

"How am I going to fix this?" James whispered as he stared at Logan's bedroom door.

A/N: Well, watcha think?

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