Hello, hello, hello! Two new chapters today! Yay! Short chapters yes, but still chapters! We see the aftermath of night Kendall and James spent together: did James leave or stay? With Gwen as She-Venom, is Jett ready to attack them? Or will he really wait until Peter joins the team to go full-on assault? Who knows, all we can do is read on! By the way, I probably WILL update tomorrow morning! I thought I had something to do, but I did that today so yay! More updates! Stoked for the new Spidey movie, can't wait to see it! Thank you everyone again, thank you and enjoy! You are all beautiful, amazing people and I'm honored that my stories entertain everyone so! Thank you and enjoy! :) Disclaimer: I don't own Big Time Rush! I just love them and writing stories about them, particularly AUs! I also don't own Spider-Man or any of other Spider-Man related characters! All I own is the plot of the story! I hope this chapter turned out to be longer than the last one!

The first few morning rays of the sun leaked into James' bedroom windows, the curtains unable to hold back the golden-white waves from breaking through.

The rays danced across the light brown, wooden floor, the open door of the bathroom, the full-body mirror in one corner. The rays danced over the articles of clothing laying abandoned on the floor, over the soft, creme-colored sheets on the bed before lighting up the soft skins of the two teenage boys fast asleep under the sheets.

James was on his side, one hand tucked under his head while the other was over the arms wrapped protectively around his waist. The sheets were bunched around his waist, his naked chest rising and falling with every breath he took. Kendall was behind him, serving as the "big spoon", lips lightly brushing the skin of James' neck as he breathed in and out; his body was flushed against the taller boy's, arms around his waist with his strong chin resting on James' shoulder.

They were fast asleep, bare skin to bare skin.

That is, until James felt vibrating coming from under his pillow.

Said brunet's beautiful eyes, back to their soft hazel-green, fluttered open at the not-so silent quaking, the hand under his head reaching around under the pillow until he felt the cool screen of his phone. Through Sandy's sleep sand he saw that he had just gotten a text, a text from...

'Peter?'

James untangled himself from the still sleeping blond's embrace, sitting up (wrapping the sheets around his waist, of course) and drawing his lock pattern. With a slight yawn, the brunet opened up his text inbox.

Yet when he finished reading it, a deep chill rattled his spine.

James, James please answer me! G-Gwen, she's missing! I texted her earlier telling I was bringing her breakfast but she never answered, and when I went to her house her parents were going crazy because she wasn't in her room! She went missing last night, her bedroom window was open! I think she's been kidnapped, we have to do something and fast! Captain Stacy has the whole PD out searching for her but I have a bad feeling about this! A really bad feeling!

-Peter.

Trying to ignore the fact that his mind was screaming at him for having sex with his best friend (while his heart called it making love), James carefully got of bed and pulled on his boxers, shrugging on a robe as well as he headed to the bathroom.

But that's when...it started.

A massive headache began to make him lose his footing, his vision going blurry.

'Eh, w-what's happening to me? It's like I'm suffering from food poisoning, all of a s-sudden. Ugh, but I haven't felt this sick since...s-since...'

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"JAMES!" Kendall screamed as he woke up to a loud thumping sound, waking up and bolting upright just as James collapsed to the floor, the boy limp as a rag doll and looking very pale.

"James, James!" Kendall sprung into action. He pulled on his boxers and scrambled for the first-aid kit in the bathroom, soon cradling James' head in his lap as he tried to get him to wake up.

"James, James! James!"

The brunet couldn't hear anything, though. All he could really hear...was a shriek-like laugh, echoing louder and louder in his head.