let's remember the happy mistakes that we might have forgot along the way

Stay With Me Master Post - currently WIP

squoctobird — Fri, 28 Sep 2012 19:35:16 GMT

Fic title: Stay With Me
Author name: Melly aka squoctobird
Artist name:tammyvo
Genre: Sci-Fi, Horror, Slash
Pairing: Kendall/Logan
Rating: M
Word count: TBD
Warnings/Spoilers: Character death(s), necrophilia, bad science, lots and lots of angst
Summary: A tragic car crash rips Kendall from their lives. Brokenhearted and full of guilt, Logan steals Kendall’s body from its grave. Breaking the laws of nature and science, he successfully brings his love back to life but at what cost? Kendall didn't want to die, but he certainly doesn't want to live like this.
Link to fic: Part 1
Link to art: here

Icarus - Chapter V

squoctobird — Thu, 28 Jun 2012 22:57:49 GMT

Title: Icarus - Chapter V
Author: Melly aka squoctobird
Disclaimer: I do not own Big Time Rush. As far as I know the play 'Icarus' does not exist, and is based on the Greek myth of Daedalus and Icarus.
Fandom: BTR
Pairings/Characters: James is the main character, but this will contain some slash.
Rating: M
Summary: AU Inspired by Black Swan. James is obsessed with getting the lead in the musical of the story ICARUS. What happens when he finally gets the role of a lifetime? Will he be able to handle the pressure to be perfect?
+ Thanks to Sharon and Andy.

James left for the theater before his mother woke up. Although it was unlikely she saw anything, he was still sufficiently embarrassed of masturbating with his mother in the room. And after the tirade the night before, he was not ready to face her.

He arrived at the theater a few hours early and expected to find the place empty, so he was surprised to find Logan performing by himself on the main stage.

The shorter brunette had moved to the area from San Francisco. According to rumors, Gustavo had hand picked him to join the troupe and paid for all his expenses to relocate. Gustavo hadn’t done that for an actor in several years, so if it was true, then Logan must be extremely talented.

Logan was still a mystery to James. He couldn’t quite figure him out. Most of the time, though, James didn’t like him. Everything about the other boy seemed to grate on his nerves. His grin was crooked and his teeth were just too perfect.

James stood at the back of the auditorium and watched Logan perform. His eyes narrowed in anger when he realized the other boy was practicing his soliloquy. He crossed his arm over his chest and continued to watch.

“Beautiful, isn’t he?”

James was startled by the voice, and turned to see Gustavo standing beside him.

“His movements are imprecise, but elegant. It’s effortless. You’re always too controlled.”

James pursed his lips as he felt the burn of jealousy deep in his soul at the director’s comments.

“I just want to be perfect,” he confessed, trying to defend himself.

“And that’s exactly why you aren’t.”

With that, Gustavo headed to his office, leaving James to watch Logan as he stewed in his resentment.

---

The rest of the day, James had a chip on his shoulder. He had something to prove. He had to prove that he was better than Logan. He had to prove he could be perfect. He wanted to show Gustavo that he was wrong.

They had been working on a pivotal scene (Daedalus and Icarus had just been locked in the labyrinth by King Minos) and the director was riding him pretty hard. James felt like nothing he did was good enough for the man.

“No, James! Do that line again. You’re too stiff!”

With every insult thrown at him, his mind would travel back to Logan and what Gustavo had said that morning. This should have fueled James’ performance, but instead he found it harder and harder to focus.
His mind became so consumed with Logan that he kept making stupid mistakes. This only caused Gustavo to yell more. It was a vicious cycle.

“James, I need to see the passion in you. Icarus is about hubris. Unleash it!”

James ran through the dialogue again, pleased that the large man had not interrupted the scene to reprimand him, but this emotion was short lived. The actor locked eyes with the director and could tell he was still unimpressed.

Gustavo let out a deep sigh that breathed nothing but disappointment. “Let’s just call it a day. We’ll pick up where we left off tomorrow. You can go home, guys.”

“Gustavo, wait!” James called as the man started to leave the area, “Can you stay and work with me? Maybe some one on one time with help.”

Without even looking in James’ direction, the burly man said, “No,” and kept walking.

James stood there stunned.

He didn’t care what Gustavo said. He was not going home. He was not giving up. If he had to stay all night working on the scene all alone, he would. Some alone time at the theater would do him good. He would be able to focus with out any interruptions, as long as he could keep his mind off of Logan. He had been trying to do that all day actually, but he could not escape him. It seemed that the shorter boy was everywhere.

During rehearsal, Logan was there watching him. When went out for some fresh air, Logan was there reading a book. When he went to the restroom, Logan was there as he left. When he went to the vending machine for some Gatorade, Logan was there getting a snack.

But he was alone now. He could focus on the scene without the other boy distracting him.

Only he couldn’t. A noise off stage startled him.

“Who’s there?”

“Hey,” a voice called in return.

James craned his neck to get a better look at the shadowy figure approaching. He frowned when he realized it was Logan.

“Are you okay?” the shorter boy asked.

“I’m fine.”

Logan wasn’t convinced. “Are you sure?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” his voice broke, betraying his words.

Logan sat down on the stage next to where James was standing. When James didn’t automatically do the same, he reached up and tugged on his arm, pulling the taller boy down next to him. Logan dug into his messenger bag and pulled out some toast. He had two slices and offered one to James.

“You’re not supposed to eat in here,” James said as he pushed the bread away.

“I won’t tell if you won’t.” Logan smiled and winked at James before taking a bite.

There was a short silence between the two. It was neither awkward nor comfortable.

“So, we’re getting close to the big day, huh? I can’t wait. You’re going to be so amazing!” Logan gushed.

“Thanks.” That had been the first compliment James had received all day. He didn’t realize how much it meant to him until he felt a tear roll down his cheek. He quickly wiped it away, but Logan saw it.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“It’s nothing. It’s just been a hard day.”

Logan nodded like he understood. He tried his best to comfort James. “Gustavo is… a jerk.”

“He’s brilliant,” James countered. “He has had 29 sold out seasons. In a row.”

“Yeah, sure, brilliant. But that doesn’t mean he’s warm and fuzzy. I know he has a temper.”

“You don’t know him.”

“And you do?” Logan smirks with an eyebrow raised. The question was loaded with innuendo.

James stood up abruptly, his face was flushed with embarrassment. “I should go. It’s getting late.”

“I was just teasing, James,” Logan called after him. The taller boy didn’t respond as he walked away quickly. “James, wait!”

Icarus - Chapter IV

squoctobird — Fri, 06 Apr 2012 00:43:55 GMT

Title: Icarus - Chapter IV
Author: Melly aka squoctobird
Disclaimer: I do not own Big Time Rush. As far as I know the play 'Icarus' does not exist, and is based on the Greek myth of Daedalus and Icarus.
Fandom: BTR
Pairings/Characters: James is the main character, but this will contain some slash.
Rating: M
Summary: AU Inspired by Black Swan. James is obsessed with getting the lead in the musical of the story ICARUS. What happens when he finally gets the role of a lifetime? Will he be able to handle the pressure to be perfect?
+ Thanks to Sharon, Keith, Elyse and Andy.

James was in his bedroom changing out of his tuxedo as his mother was putting away some laundry.

“So, did you had a good time tonight?”

He paused a moment, hesitating. He was unsure if he should tell her about his uncomfortable meeting with Gustavo. He decided against it.

“Yeah. It was great, mom.”

He placed his jacket on a hanger and laid it on his bed before starting to undo his tie. He tossed that on top of his jacket and reached up to unbutton his shirt.

“I wish I could have been there.”

James let out a deep sigh, dropping his arms to his sides as he turned to look at her. He hated when she would get like this. Full of regret and brokenhearted over things that might have been. It always made him feel so guilty.

“I asked you to come,” he replied.

His mother joined him in front of the mirror and gave him a sad smile. She understood that this was James’ moment, not hers. She had to let him shine and not let her broken hopes cast a shadow.

“I know. I know,” she said, shushing him as she grabbed the end of his sleeve to help remove his cufflinks.

“Mom, I’m not a child,” he said, pulling away from her. “I can do it myself.”

She looked at him suspiciously. “What are you hiding?”

“Nothing.”

She grabbed his arm roughly and hastily removed his cufflinks before shoving the sleeve up to his elbow. His forearm was littered with faded scars of thin straight lines, but a few fresh, inflamed red lines stood out close to his wrist.

“You’ve been cutting again,” she said firmly.

“No.”

“Don’t lie to me!” she screamed.

“No! No, mom, I haven’t! I swear!”

She had his wrist in a vice grip as she dragged him down the hall to the bathroom. She forced James out of his clothes, stripping him down to his boxers to inspect every inch of skin. She found similar red lines on his other wrist.

“I though you had outgrown this, James,” her voice was laced with disappointment and contempt. “Is it because of the role?”

James didn’t answer.

“I knew the pressure would be too much for you.”

“Mom, please. It’s not what-”

“Where are they, James? Where are the blades?” She refused to listen to his excuses.

Brooke was hysterical as she pulled open drawers and cabinets, throwing their contents on the floor. When she didn’t locate anything in the bathroom she headed back into his room.

She dumped all of his drawers on the floor, sifting through socks and underwear for the hidden silver object. Soon she slammed open his closet door then pulled out every piece of clothing and searched every pocket.

“Tell me where you’re hiding them, James. Tell me!” she screamed.

James cringed at the sounds coming from his bedroom. He just sat on the edge of the tub with tears in his eyes. He wrapped his arms around his torso trying to cover himself. He felt humiliated although there was no one besides his mother to see him so vulnerable.

---

James awoke the next morning lost in a sea of blankets. There was a dull throbbing pain in his temples and the burden from the night before was still heavy on his heart. His breathing was ragged and a bit shaky, but it grew stronger with every exhale. For awhile he just lay there breathing, too tired to open his eyes, but too awake to go back to sleep.

He finally gained the strength to open his eyes but cringed at the glare from the window. He blinked. His eyelashes were sticky from crying and his vision was blurry with sleep. He rubbed his eyes and let out a loud yawn.

As he stretched, he felt his morning erection rub against his boxers causing a small amount of pleasure at the friction. His mind drifted to his conversation with Gustavo. ‘Touch yourself’ the man had said.

It wasn’t like James had never masturbated before, but he honestly didn’t do it that often. Maybe he needed to change that. Maybe he really couldn’t let himself go on stage if he couldn’t even let himself go in the privacy of his own bedroom.

James wrapped a tentative hand around his member and started to slowly stroke himself. He whimpered at the pleasure the friction created. As his speed increased, he felt heat rise through his body and down to his toes. His breathing increased and he began panting harshly. James felt himself getting closer and closer to the edge. His desire was at it’s peak and he could hardly stand it any longer. He threw his head back against his pillow, thrashing from side to side as he reached the point of ecstasy. All he needed was a few more strokes and-

James froze and his eyes shot open when he heard the rustling nearby. He looked towards the location of the sound and saw his mother sleeping in the chair next to his bed. He immediately removed his hand from around his cock and fought the urge to vomit. He was completely mortified. Careful not to wake her, James slid out of bed quickly and headed to the bathroom for a cold shower.

Icarus - Chapter III

squoctobird — Fri, 24 Feb 2012 13:51:51 GMT

Title: Icarus - Chapter III
Author: Melly aka squoctobird
Disclaimer: I do not own Big Time Rush. As far as I know the play 'Icarus' does not exist, and is based on the Greek myth of Daedalus and Icarus.
Fandom: BTR
Pairings/Characters: James is the main character, but this will contain some slash.
Rating: M
Summary: AU Inspired by Black Swan. James is obsessed with getting the lead in the musical of the story ICARUS. What happens when he finally gets the role of a lifetime? Will he be able to handle the pressure to be perfect?
+ Thanks to Sharon, Elyse and Andy.

James sipped from a slender champagne glass as he eyed the ballroom. He saw many familiar faces in the sea of people that had gathered together for the theater’s yearly fundraiser. All of the city’s and surrounding area’s wealthy and high society were in attendance dressed in elegant gowns and the finest quality suits and tuxes.

James was wearing a slick black on black number with gold cufflinks. His best tux had been dry cleaned and freshly pressed. His hair was perfect, not a strand out of place. He introduced himself and spoke briefly to as many of the possible investors as he could. James absolutely charmed them with his bright smile and smooth words. All the productions for the season would surely be paid for before the evening was over.

He was speaking with Meredith Beaverhausen, a gorgeous redhead with a boisterous personality and a bank account to match, when Gustavo placed a hand on his shoulder, startling him.

“I’m about to make my speech. I want you up there with me.”

The boy nodded, said goodbye and apologized to Ms. Beaverhausen, then followed Gustavo to the front of the room. He stood next to the plump man as he tapped his wine glass with a spoon, calling the attention of everyone in the room.

“Ladies and gentlemen. Thank you so much for coming this evening. I hope you are all enjoying yourselves.” The crowd responded with cheers and applause. The director smiled and continued, “You have all been most generous with your support tonight and I know this season is going to be a huge success.

Our first production is Icarus, which tells the story of Daedalus and his son. The title character will be played by a Rocque Theater Group veteran, James Diamond. This is his first leading role, but I’m sure he will amaze you with his performance.”

Gustavo wrapped his arm across James’ shoulders and presented him to the crowd. He leaned in and whispered into the pretty boy’s ear, “I’m counting on you, James.”

James smiled awkwardly, feeling uncomfortable with the close proximity of the large director. He recoiled slightly, but did his best to look natural. He focused on the group of people before him who were cheering and applauding for him. He relished in the attention until his eyes caught sight of a particular brunette.

Logan was laughing heartily with his arm around Camille. She had a huge smile on her face and her eyes sparkled as she giggled along with him. Neither were paying attention to James and his grand introduction by Gustavo. James felt his blood start to boil. How dare they. And when did Logan become such great friends with Camille? Were they laughing at him?

James’ face settled into a displeased frown as he continued to stare at the two. He watched as they walked over to the bar and ordered drinks. Logan had just popped the olive from his martini into his mouth when he caught James’ gaze.

They locked eyes for a few seconds until the taller boy felt a stinging in his left eye. He broke contact, and brought his fingers up to rub his eye. This only made things worse as his eye was now starting to water causing his vision to blur on one side. Maybe some water would help get rid of the irritant

James walked quickly to the restroom to take a closer look at his eye. He locked the door to the single occupant facility and brought his face towards the mirror. He held his eyelid open for better inspection and found the source of his frustration.

It was an eyelash.

James turned on the faucet and cupped his hand to gather some of the cool water. He bent down and splashed his inflamed eye. He brought his face up and inspected his eye in the mirror again. The lash was still there. James rubbed his eye vigorously, now becoming frustrated. He continued until he finally felt the loose lash in his fingers.

He gripped the lash and brought it into his line of vision intent on making a wish before blowing the troublesome hair away. His brow furrowed together in confusion when he saw that the ailment wasn’t an eyelash at all. It was much too long for that.

A loose strand of hair must have gotten in his eye, James thought to himself as he extended his arm to pull the hair away from his face. Only the hair did not release; it continued to stretch out the full length of his arm. He did have a longish hairstyle, but he had never let it grow this long.

James was confused, but he continued to pull on the strand. And it just kept coming and coming. The more he pulled, the more panicked he became as the strand continued to grow longer and longer. But he couldn’t stop.

He just kept pulling and pulling.

And pulling.

And pulling.

Finally the end of the hair was released from his eye and floated slowly down into the sink and rested on the pile of hair that had collected there.

James was staring at himself in the mirror breathing heavy when there was a knock at the door.

“Um. G-g-give me just a minute!” he stuttered out trying not to panic further. He closed his eyes and took in a deep breath to calm himself. All he had to do was flush the hair and leave the bathroom like nothing was wrong.

Another loud knock at the door brought him out of his thoughts.

“Come on, dude! I’m about to piss my pants.”

James opened his eyes and glared at the door but noticed something very strange when doing so. The hair was gone. He frantically looked on either side of the sink and down around his feet but it was no where to be found. There was no way that it could have just casually blown away or fallen somewhere unnoticed. The strand was lengthy- extremely so- and it should stick out among the pristine white of porcelain.

The door knob started rattling and James decided to just wash his hands and leave. He dried his hands and swung the door open to see Logan bouncing from foot to foot. Relief poured over the shorter boy’s face and he pushed past James as he loosened his tie.

“Thank God,” he breathed already starting to undo his pants before James had completely exited the room. James opened his mouth to apologize but said nothing as the door slammed in his face.

---

James stood outside of the ball room attempting to hail a cab. The party was over and he was ready to go home and go to bed. When a taxi had finally stopped for him, someone called his name before he could enter the vehicle. The pretty boy turned to see Gustavo walking towards him.

“James, I have some things I’d like to discuss with you. Would you like to come to my apartment and talk over coffee?”

He looked at his watch hoping it was too close to his curfew so he could decline, but of course he wasn’t that lucky.

“Sure. That would be great,” James said with a half hearted smile

After a silent ride in the taxi, they arrived at Gustavo’s condo. The older man’s home was lavish and over the top. The walls were covered with extravagant art from all over the world and there was an expensive looking statue in the center of the entryway.

James was impressed. He and his mother lived in a small, modest apartment that was nothing compared to this abundance. He sat on a puffy, white couch that he recognized to be a Federico Benini limited edition with Gustavo seated across from him on a black leather sofa. They both sipped their coffee between mindless chit chat.

“I don’t want there to be any boundaries between us, James. We have to get to know each other better. You have to trust me, James. That‘s the only way this can work”

He felt uncomfortable, but nodded. What did Gustavo mean exactly?

The larger of the two took a large gulp of his coffee and studied the other man.

“Do you have a girlfriend? Or a boyfriend?”

The actor coughed and then cleared his throat awkwardly. “Well. Um. N-no, sir.”

“I find that a bit hard to believe,” Gustavo commented. “After all, you are very good looking, James. The girls and boys must be all over you. Have you had many in the past?”

“No one serious. I d-don’t have much time for dating, really. I mean, I’m 100% committed to the studio. Dance rehearsal. Voice lessons. My own personal practice time at home. Plus, my mom wants me to focus on my career. I’m not sure if you’ve met her, but you don’t tell my mom no.”

Gustavo set his coffee mug down on a crystal coaster on his extravagantly carved coffee table. He stared at James for a moment. “You’re not a virgin, are you?” he asked with an amused laugh.

James choked on his coffee. He looked up at the man with wide eyes, but then shook his head ‘no’ as his cheeks flushed.

“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. It‘s just sex.” There was a brief silence between them before Gustavo spoke again. “Do you enjoy it, James? Sex? Do you like it?”

James stood up abruptly. “I need to go,” he said as he put on his coat and made his way towards the door. Gustavo smirked and followed.

“I have some homework for you, James!” he called into the hallway after the boy. “Touch yourself. Let yourself go.”

Icarus - Chapter II

squoctobird — Sat, 11 Feb 2012 06:48:23 GMT

Title: Icarus - Chapter II
Author: Melly aka squoctobird
Disclaimer: I do not own Big Time Rush. As far as I know the play 'Icarus' does not exist, and is based on the Greek myth of Daedalus and Icarus.
Fandom: BTR
Pairings/Characters: James is the main character, but this will contain some slash.
Rating: M
Summary: AU Inspired by Black Swan. James is obsessed with getting the lead in the musical of the story ICARUS. What happens when he finally gets the role of a lifetime? Will he be able to handle the pressure to be perfect?
+ Thanks to Sharon for her help and to Andy who has answered all my theater questions.

James stood outside of his apartment door with the key in his hand. He had been standing there for the past five minutes trying to gain the courage to face his mother. She would definitely be upset even though she was good at hiding her true emotions for his sake. But James knew how much of a disappointment this would be; he knew he was a failure of a son.

“It’s now or never,” he said to himself as he took a deep breath and stuck the key in the lock. He turned the key but before he could reach for the knob, the door swung open revealing his distraught mother.

“Oh, my. There you are, James,” she said as she pulled him into a desperate hug. “I’ve been so worried. Why haven’t you answered your phone? Why are you home so late?”

“Calm down, mom,” he said as he gently tried to push her away. “I’m fine. Auditions… ran late.”

Brooke Diamond read right through that lie. Having been in the theater herself, she knew that you could leave when your audition was finished. Plus, James had seniority and would have been one of the first to perform.

She held James at arm’s length and looked him straight in the eye. “James?” Her voice was filled with knowing and concern. That was all it took for him to break. Tears fell down his cheeks and he turned his head to the side. He couldn’t look at her; he couldn’t face her. She pulled him back into a hug and held him close. He buried his face in her shoulder and wept.

“I blew it, mom. I blew it.”

The next morning James couldn’t find it in him to sing in the shower.

---

James entered the theater and didn’t bother to stop to read the cast list. He knew exactly where his name would be, under ensemble. He walked down the hall towards the auditorium where the rest of the troupe would be waiting to begin.

As he made his way to the front of the theater, he received several glares. James felt very uncomfortable. Why were they looking at him like that? Had someone found out what happened with Gustavo? Were they disgusted with him? They probably thought he was some sort of whore, and a bad one at that.

He was about to sit down when his friend Camille engulfed him in a back breaking hug, nearly knocking him over.

“Congratulations, James!” the curly brown haired girl squealed. “You must be so excited.”

He shot her a confused look. “What are you talking about?”

“What am I talking about? Didn’t you check the cast list, James?”

He shook his head with a blank look on his face.

“You got the lead. You’re Icarus!”

“The lead?” he said softly to himself.

He looked up and saw the smile on her face. His eyes went wide with realization and without another word, he turned and walked as fast as he could to the back of the auditorium. His speed increased with each step and quickly turned into a sprint as he headed down the hall to the bulletin board. He slid to a stop, nearly falling over, when he reached his destination.

As he stood there catching his breath, his eyes frantically scanned the cast list looking for his name and there it was in black and white. James Diamond - Icarus. It felt too good to be true. He brought his finger up to the paper and gently ran it over the letters, needing to confirm it tangibly. The biggest smile spread across James’ face as he realized his dream had come true. He reached in his pocket for his cell phone and dialed his mother’s number.

She picked up on the first ring. “James, what’s wrong? You never call while at rehearsal.”

All of sudden, James felt like he couldn’t breath. The words were stuck in his throat. He was so overwhelmed, but he could practically hear his mother starting to panic on her end so he forced air in and out of his lungs.

“Mom. Mom, I’m fine,” he finally managed.

“James?”

“I got it. I got the part. I’m Icarus, mom. I got the lead.”

James’ mother started gushing and singing his praises and he chuckled at her enthusiasm.

“Mom, I’ve got to get back to rehearsal, but I just wanted to call and tell you the good news. I love you. I’ll see you when I get home tonight.”

He ended the call and wiped away the tears that had gathered in his eyes. He couldn’t hold back his grin as he walked back to the auditorium and took his seat on the front row.

“Icarus is going to take the Gustavo Rocque Theater Troupe to the next level,” the large stage director said as he paced across the stage. “This will be our most expensive production to date due to the elaborate scenery and special effects.” Gustavo paused and looked directly at James, “I’m counting on all of you to make this a success.”

As he continue to speak, Kelly handed out scripts and music to the members of the troupe. James took his greedily and began to read. He was immediately engrossed in the story and soon even Gustavo’s loud voice was drowned out by James’ imagination. All he could hear was the sound of his own voice singing about the freedom of flying across the sky. He could almost reach the sun-

“Well, thank you for joining us, Logan,” Gustavo yelled with sarcasm, bringing James out of his fantasy.

Everyone in the auditorium turned to look at the boy walking down the aisle. James recognized him immediately as the one who ruined his audition and almost destroyed his dream. Things had worked out for James in the end, so he shouldn’t have any ill feelings towards the stranger, but he did.

He tried his best not to stare, but he couldn’t take his eyes off of the almost-dream-destroyer. There was something different about the shorter boy that James was drawn to that he couldn’t quite explain. He was like a moth to a flame.

It wasn’t too long before Logan noticed James’ staring and raised a questioning eyebrow. The taller boy quickly adverted his gaze down to his script. He casually flipped through the pages trying to seem nonchalant but he knew the damage was done. It took an incredible amount of will power for James to not stare for the remainder of the meeting.

When it was over, James tried to get out of the auditorium as fast as he could. He didn’t like how Logan made him feel and he wanted to get away. Unfortunately, he was stopped by Kendall who was blocking the exit.

Kendall was one of James’ biggest competitors in the troupe. They were always fighting over parts. While James definitely had more talent, Kendall had this spark in him that ignited when he was on stage. Gustavo called it ‘the fire.’ James knew that he could have that same fire if only given the chance and he planned to prove it.

“What did you have to do to get the lead, James? Suck his cock?”

“Some of us don’t have to,” James spat.

Kendall’s eyes narrowed as he glared at James.

Not wanting to continue this confrontation, James pushed past the blonde, knocking shoulders with the other as he walked away.

Icarus - Chapter I

squoctobird — Sat, 14 Jan 2012 22:15:51 GMT

Title: Icarus - Chapter I
Author: Melly aka squoctobird
Disclaimer: I do not own Big Time Rush. As far as I know the play 'Icarus' does not exist, and is based on the Greek myth of Daedalus and Icarus.
Fandom: BTR
Pairings/Characters: James is the main character, but this will contain some slash.
Rating: M
Summary: AU Inspired by Black Swan. James is obsessed with getting the lead in the musical of the story ICARUS. What happens when he finally gets the role of a lifetime? Will he be able to handle the pressure to be perfect?
+ Thanks to Keith, Sharon and Elyse for their help.

The annoying buzz of his alarm pulled James from his slumber. He laid there momentarily and stared at the harsh red lights of 5:30 am in the darkness before turning off the offending sound. He got out of bed, groaning as he stretched his muscles and cracked his joints, and then headed towards the bathroom.

He entered the shower, letting the hot steam help to relax his muscles and soothe his throat. The warm water ran over him as he sang his scales and arpeggios. He washed his hair and body while practicing his audition solo. He continued to hum to himself as he exited the shower and dried himself off. He wrapped the towel around his waist and headed back to his room to get dressed. Once he was clothed he met his mother in the kitchen where she was making his breakfast.

“Morning, mother,” James greeted as he took a seat at the breakfast nook.

“Good morning, sweetheart. Today’s the big day, isn’t it?”

James nodded but avoided her gaze.

It was audition day. The time had come for the production of another musical with the Gustavo Rocque Theater Troupe. James had been with this company for the past six years but had yet to receive any starring roles despite his amazing musical and acting skills. There was always someone just a little better than he was. There was always someone with more seniority. And there always seemed to be that one slut that would sleep their way into the production.

James had always dreamed of being in the spotlight, being the center of attention, being a star and his mother’s broken dreams only fueled his desire. Every time he failed, she relived her devastation and he hated putting her through that. This year he was determined to get the lead. Not just for himself, but for his mother. He would do whatever it took to make both of their dreams come true.

“I had that dream again last night,” he told her. “I was on center stage singing that Smokey Robinson song you like so much. The spotlight was so bright I couldn’t see the audience. At first I thought the theater was empty, but I could hear them, mom. All of them. Shouting and clapping for me. They loved me.”

Mrs. Diamond smiled affectionately and patted James on the shoulder. Her hand lingered a moment and he brought his hand up to meet hers. They locked eyes briefly, expressing emotions that could not be conveyed accurately by words.

--

After an hour of vocal warm-ups at home, James headed to the theater. He arrived fifteen minutes early and sat quietly by himself until Gustavo called them to start the auditions. At promptly 10 o’clock, the portly man entered stage right and yelled for all the talent to assemble in the rehearsal hall.

Many people sat in the chairs along the wall, while others practiced quietly to themselves. James was part of the former group, sitting in one of the uncomfortable, worn out chairs and scoping out the others in the room. He knew he was better than the others. He was definitely the most talented. He just had to prove it to Gustavo. His audition needed to be perfect.

Several names were called before it was finally his time to shine. He entered the audition room where Gustavo as well as the stage manager, Kelly, and the producer, Griffin were waiting. He handed his music to Gustavo who was seated at the piano and waited for his cue.

“Some people say I’m the life of the party because I tell a joke or two. Although I may be laughing loud and hearty, deep inside I’m blue.”

James continued to sing like an angel, confidence growing with each new lyric.

“So take a good look at my face. You’ll see my smile looks out of pla--”

James jumped in surprise when the large bulky door at the back of the room burst open with a loud boosh revealing a short brunette. Caught off guard, James couldn’t prevent his voice from ringing off-key as he stumbled over the words. He glared in the direction of the door as it closed just as quickly as it opened. At this point, he noticed Gustavo had stopped playing and was leaning over whispering to Griffin.

The embarrassed boy cleared his throat awkwardly. “Uh. C-can I start over?” he asked.

Gustavo looked up at James with annoyance. “No, that’s enough, James. You can go.”

“At least let me finish the song!” he protested.

“I said, that’s enough.”

James stood there expressionless for a few moments before shaking his head in disbelief at what had just happened. Once again his hopes for lead in the play were surely shattered. He gathered his things in a rush and did his best to not appear as childish as he felt when he stormed out of the room. As the door closed behind him, he scanned the rehearsal hall for the boy who caused his mistake. Hazel eyes met chocolate across the room as the taller man glared hard at the pale, shorter brunette. He gave James a sheepish smile in return as an apology, but the offended did not accept it. Would not accept it. His chance at stardom was blown once again and it was all this boy’s fault.

--

Everyone was instructed to leave when their audition was over, but James stayed until everyone was finished. He had to convince Gustavo to give him another audition, so he waited outside the larger man’s office to catch him before he left for the night. When he arrived, Gustavo did not acknowledge James’ presence, even when the actor followed him into the room.

James swallowed the lump in his throat as he shut the door behind him. He didn’t want anyone to see what he was about to do. Beg. Such an unprofessional thing to do, but James was desperate. He had to be the lead.

He hesitated slightly before speaking, as his nerves were getting the best of him, but his confidence grew when he told himself there was no turning back. He was in Gustavo’s office. The battle was half over.

“You need to give me another chance, Gustavo. That audition was completely unfair. I know I’m good. The best singer in the troupe. Let me prove it to you. Please, Gustavo. I’ll do anything to get the lead this year.”

The entire time James was speaking, Gustavo was packing up his things to leave for the night. It wasn’t until he heard the end of the boy’s plea that he seemed to gain an interest.

“Anything?” he echoed with a raised eyebrow.

The portly man took a few predatory steps towards James who instinctively took a step back, colliding against the wall. He felt a hand rest on his hip, holding him in place. He was now trapped. Another chubby appendage reached up to cup his cheek. Suddenly, Gustavo’s face was mere inches away from his own and James desperately wanted to melt into the sheet rock when he realized what was about to happen.

James’ entire body froze when Gustavo’s lips collided with his own. He stood there helpless as the older man attacked his lips. He didn’t know what to do. Should he accept the advances and kiss back? This could be his big break, his only shot. If he rejected the man, he would most likely be stuck singing in the ensemble for the rest of his career.

The swipe a tongue along his bottom lip brought James out of his daze. His eyes widened in fear as he tried to push the oversized man away. The grip on his waist tightened and caused James to gasp in pain, inadvertently giving the unwanted tongue access to assault his mouth.

A wave of nausea overcame James as panic reached an all time high. He pushed Gustavo away with more determination this time and kneed him hard in the groin. The man’s hold on James immediately dropped as he reached for his wounded pride and fell to his knees.

James ran out of Gustavo’s office and straight to the bathroom where he locked himself in a stall and puked his guts out. When all the contents of his stomach had been expelled, he leaned back against the door and slowly slid down to the ground. His eyes stung with tears. He brought a hand to his mouth to fight the whimper that wanted to escape. He banged his head against the door behind him. How could he have been so stupid? And what was he going to tell his mother?

--

James took a deep breath and wiped the tears from his eyes as he looked at himself in the mirror. His eyes were red and puffy. His skin was splotchy with dried tracks of tears on his cheeks. He nearly laughed at the bitter irony. Tracks of his tears indeed.

He splashed a handful of water on his face. The liquid felt cool against his heated skin. He pulled out a small black comb from his pocket and fixed his disheveled hair. There was a time when he considered the object lucky, but what good had it done him? It was apparent that luck was just not on his side.

Once he felt presentable, he gathered his things and left the restroom. The hallway of the theater was dark as everyone had left for the day. He walked solemnly towards the exit thinking of how he would explain this all to his mother.

Maybe it was the lack of lighting or lingering emotions of his confrontation with Gustavo, but James had a very uneasy feeling deep in the pit of his stomach. He felt like he was being watched. Was that another set of footsteps he heard? He stopped dead in his tracks and looked over his shoulder. He didn’t see anyone and things were eerily quiet. The only sound that could be heard was his labored breathing. He held his breath for a better listen.

The loud trill of a cell phone shot through the quiet corridor and James nearly jumped out of his skin in fright. He calmed down when he realized it was his phone vibrating in his pocket. He pulled it out to see the word MOM flashing on the screen. He was not in the mood to deal with her yet. He turned the phone off and placed it in his bag. After one more look around he quickly made his way to the exit and headed home.

--

squoctobird — Fri, 11 Nov 2011 18:49:22 GMT

yanked from shisou_eimin

I will post the names of all the files in my WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Choose one (ish), and I will post a random line or two.

Logan is a Vampire

squoctobird — Mon, 07 Nov 2011 21:44:06 GMT

Title: Logan is a Vampire
Author: Melly aka squoctobird
Disclaimer: I do not own Big Time Rush
Fandom: BTR
Pairings/Characters: Logan
Rating: K
Summary: The gang notice Logan's odd behavior.
+ Written for bigtimerush's Trick or Drabble. The requester asked for Logan to pull a Halloween prank.

When Logan came home one night with a torn shirt and a few odd bruises, he claimed he just fell.
When Kendall asked him why he wasn't sleeping, he claimed he was having nightmares.
When Gustavo asked him why he looked so pale, he claimed he had been using an extra strength sun cream.
When Mama Knight's spaghetti with the extra garlic made him sick, he claimed it was just a stomach bug.
When Carlos asked about the red liquid dripping down his lips, he claimed it was strawberry kool-aid.
When James caught him with his mouth on Camille's neck, he claimed they were just making out.
When everyone in 2J woke up to find a bat flying around the apartment, he was no where to be found.
When they confronted him, fear in their eyes and crosses and wooden stakes in their hands, he fell to the floor laughing.

He had finally tricked them.

Helmet Envy

squoctobird — Sat, 29 Oct 2011 01:12:26 GMT

Title: Helmet Envy
Author: Melly aka squoctobird
Disclaimer: I do not own Big Time Rush
Fandom: BTR
Pairings/Characters: Logan, minor Carlos
Rating: M
Summary: It's Logan versus the helmet again. He really hates that thing. Is the feeling mutual?
Notes: Based on my favorite episode of The Twilight Zone: "Living Doll". It's horror/suspense by me, so you should know what that means by now. XD
+ Thanks to totallygay81 who helped a lot.
+ Thanks to anonymous who beta'd and proof read for me.

It had been a couple of months after Kendall and Jo broke up and things had slowly gone back to normal. Bro-time had tripled and things seemed to be going great for the four best friends. Little did they know that something dark lurked among them.

Logan was never one to hate anyone or anything, but over the past few months Carlos had relapsed into his helmet wearing ways, and as each day passed, Logan’s disgust and hatred of the object grew and grew.

He wasn’t quite sure why he hated the damned thing so much. Maybe it was because of the times Carlos used it as a cereal bowl and spilled milk all over his homework. Maybe it was the way Carlos treated it like a living entity by playing cards with it or fixing it a plate for breakfast. Maybe it was all of these things. Or maybe it was something deeper, like jealousy.

Jealous of a helmet? If you were to breach this topic in conversation with Logan, he would call you crazy. “How could a person be jealous of an object?” he would say. He would claim it was impossible and the subject would be dropped. But if the genius were to examine his feelings closer, he would know this was exactly why he had such a vendetta against the helmet.

Carlos’ helmet had been a special gift from his father when he made the varsity hockey team their freshman year of high school. Anything his farther gave him became a prized possession. As most children do, Carlos idolized his dad. He was a cop after all. Who better to idolize than a real life hero?

But Logan’s relationship with his father was very different.

Jerry Mitchell and his wife had never wanted any children, but still, six months after being married, Joanna was pregnant. Logan had been a mistake, an accident, and his father never let him forget it. No matter what Logan did, he could never gain his father’s love. The only thing Logan’s father ever gave him was life, and, according to Jerry, it was a worthless one. Logan’s father was not a hero. He was a villain.

--

Logan groaned as he sat up in his bed, awakening from a restless slumber. He blinked his eyes blearily and stretched before making his way to the bathroom. The genius stopped in front of the mirror, frowning at what he saw in his reflection. There were dark circles under his eyes from his lack of sleep. He had tossed and turned all night, plagued with nightmares and feelings of inadequacies. On top of all that, he had somehow managed to over sleep. He hated starting his day late and knew he would be in a terrible mood the remainder of the day.

He grumpily made his way downstairs to the kitchen only to stop in his tracks when he saw the familiar shiny, black helmet atop his friend’s head. Carlos had brought it to the breakfast table once again. Anger boiled deep inside Logan, but he bit down on his tongue harshly to prevent any hateful comments. He continued on to make himself some cereal and sat down at the table as far away from the Latino as possible.

Carlos sat there oblivious to the negative energy radiating from Logan. He merrily chewed on his piece of toast, not bothering to wipe the crumbs that had settled on his chin. He hummed quietly to himself thinking of nothing in particular. He gulped down his glass of orange juice loudly before declaring he was still hungry. He took his helmet off and gently sat it on the table before heading into the kitchen. He returned minutes later with two plates of toast, placing one in front of his helmet before retaking his seat.

Logan threw down his spoon with a loud clink as he stood up roughly and nearly knocked his chair over. “Are you serious?” His words were loud and angry, but he wasn’t shouting.

“What do you mean?” Carlos asked with his mouth full of toast.

Logan scoffed. “I didn’t complain too much when you went back on your promise of having your helmet at the table, but making it its own plate of food? This is ridiculous, Carlos. You’re seventeen years old. When are you going to grow up? You treat that helmet like it’s your goddamn imaginary friend.”

Carlos paused mid-chew with tears welling up in his eyes. Swallowing hard, he pushed his plate away and got up to leave with out saying a word to Logan. The genius instantly felt remorse, the feeling being punctuated by the sobs he heard coming from Carlos’ room.

Logan was now left alone in the kitchen with the proverbial thorn in his side. He looked at it and narrowed his eyes. It was all this damn helmet’s fault. If it wasn’t for it, Logan wouldn’t have yelled at Carlos like that and made him cry. He almost growled at it as he lifted it off the table, looking at it with disgust.

I don’t think I like you.

Logan dropped the helmet and it bounced off the wooden floor a few times before coming to a rest under the table. Who said that? Where did that voice come from? He looked around and just like before he was alone in the kitchen. He looked at the helmet suspiciously before picking it up again and examining it for any damage.

I think I may actually hate you.

Logan shook his head trying to clear his mind. He was obviously hearing things. There was no one in the room but himself and the helmet, and it sure as hell didn’t say it. Still, Logan couldn’t help but to be weirded out by what was being said. Was he going crazy? With one last look at the troublesome helmet, Logan tossed it in the trash can and then took the bag down to the dumpster.

He came back upstairs with a small smile on his face. It was over and done with. Yes, Carlos would morn the loss of his beloved helmet, but he would eventually get over it. Logan was sure of it.

--

The two friends had avoided each other the rest of the day, but by the next morning Logan was ready to apologize. It really wasn’t like him to snap like that, but the helmet seemed to bring out the worst in him. Logan was in a much better mood this morning so with a smile on his face and a spring in his step, he entered the living room.

Carlos was sprawled out on the couch watching cartoons, the remote in one hand and a poptart in the other. This wouldn’t seem odd to anyone but Logan because of one thing. Resting on top of his friend’s head was the very helmet that Logan had taken to the dumpster the night before! Logan’s good mood dissipated quickly.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

Carlos looked at Logan, confused. “Eating a poptart?”

“No! I mean with your helmet! Why are you wearing your helmet?”

“But I always wear my helmet.”

“You shouldn’t be wearing it now. You can’t be wearing it now.”

“Are you on that again?” Carlos asked, annoyed. “I’m not at the dinner table, Logan. You have no right to be angry.”

Carlos stood up and started to leave but Logan grabbed his shoulder tightly, stopping him.

“Are you trying to play a trick on me? Is this some sort of joke?” The bookworm was growling as he spoke.
Carlos shrugged Logan’s hand off harshly and looked at him like he was crazy. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” And with that he walked away mumbling under his breath about someone waking up on the wrong side of the bed and needing to take a chill pill.

As Carlos retreated to his bedroom, Logan left the apartment. He stormed down the stairs to the dumpster and was happy to see the garbage hadn’t been picked up yet. He was usually overly cautious but all worries about sanitation or germs didn’t even cross his mind as he could concentrate on one thing only: the helmet.

Despite the horrid smell, he jumped in the dumpster without hesitation. He sorted through piles of refuse looking for the trash he took out the night before. It was just an ordinary black bag that many people used and that would make it nearly impossible to find, but Logan had a very distinct way of tying it closed that would help him distinguish which was his.

After digging for about thirty minutes, Logan finally found what he was looking for and tore into the plastic as if he were gutting a fish. Out spilled the smelly remains of Chinese takeout, an empty jar of Cuda hair gel, and a finished box of dinosaur-shaped chicken nuggets (among other things) but no helmet. He examined the contents again and this was definitely the bag from the day before. There was no question about it.

He sat in shock. The helmet had been in there when he threw it away. That he was sure of. And to his knowledge Carlos didn’t have any extra helmets, at least none that were as precious to him as the one from his father.

Somehow the boy had known Logan had threwit away and retrieved it, but how? That’s when Logan realized that he was the one to open it up. If Carlos had taken the helmet back, there would have been some sort of hole or some other sign that it had been tampered with, but the bag had been completely intact.

--

Logan wasn’t sure how long he was in the shower before freezing cold water brought him out of his thoughts. He struggled to feel clean and wash away the grime from his skin and hair just as he struggled to try and make sense of today’s events.

You didn’t have to be a genius to know that inanimate objects don’t just get up and move around themselves. There’s no way that the helmet came back upstairs on its on accord. Someone had to have done it. It was obviously a prank. Carlos was just trying to freak him out as payback for throwing it out to begin with.

“That has to be it,” Logan said to himself as he used the towel to quickly dry his hair. He wrapped it around his waist and he walked into his bedroom. He changed into pair of clean boxers and some comfortable clothes, planning to relax the rest of the day. It wasn’t even noon and he had already had enough stress.

Just as Logan slipped a t-shirt over his head, a buzzing sound came from his bedside table. He popped his head and arms through the holes and then grabbed his phone. The caller ID showed 000-000-0000. Logan raised an eye brow at the odd number but answered it anyways.

“Hello?”

How could you, Logan?

Logan’s eyes widened. “Who is this? Carlos, is that you?”

I hate you.

“What do you want?”

You’ll be sorry.

“Why are you doing this?”

Logan heard the voice on the other end laugh, but before he could ask any more questions his phone beeped indicating the call had ended. The genius was now furious. Carlos was taking this joke too far and he was not going to put up with it any longer.

He stormed out of his room, slamming the door behind him, and started shouting Carlos’ name. When he received no answer, he burst into the other boy’s room without knocking. There he saw the usual bundle of energy sleeping peacefully in his bed. He was snoring loudly which Logan knew he only did after being asleep for awhile. But if Carlos was asleep, then where did the phone call come from?

His eyes narrowed and he glared at the helmet resting loosely on the top of his friend’s head. Logan knew it was an absurd notion. He knew that even thinking it made him certifiable. But he also knew that some unexplainable things had happened since last night and all rationality was gone. Logan knew that the helmet was behind all of this. It was crazy, but Logan could not draw any other conclusion.

Something in Logan snapped and he grabbed the helmet from the sleeping boy’s head.

“I’ll be sorry?” he asked incredulously as he headed towards the basement, “No. You’ll be sorry.”

He reached his destination and threw the helmet onto Buddha Bob’s work bench. He dug through a nearby tool box pulling out a hammer. There was fire in his eyes as he lifted the tool above his head and with all his strength brought it down to the helmet. The blow created no damage so Logan repeated his action. Over and over and over but the helmet didn’t crack or even dent.

I’m going to kill you.

“Not if I kill you first!” Logan shouted.

He tossed the hammer haphazardly to the side looking for something else to assault the helmet with. He saw a small blow torch in the corner and smiled as he picked it up. He hit the trigger and his smile grew at the sight of the blue flame flowing from the nozzle. There was a maniacal look in his eye as he walked back over to the work bench to attack the helmet once again, but before he could apply the extreme heat someone grabbed his wrist.

“What the hell are you doing, Logan?” It was Kendall. “Are you crazy?”

Logan didn’t answer. He wasn’t confident enough to say no.

--

Logan lay in his bed staring at the ceiling. His mind was racing and he was unable to sleep. He had completely lost it earlier and it scared him. Had he gone crazy? Was this some sort of Hollywood Fever? Maybe all the stress of the band was finally getting to him. He let out a deep sigh as he turned on his side to look at the clock. It read 1:30 AM. Everyone else in 2J was sound asleep by now.

The bookworm groaned as he sat up. He took a deep breath before tiptoeing out of the bedroom cautiously as to not wake Kendall. He was going to make himself a glass of warm milk to help calm his nerves and hopefully get some sleep.

The apartment was dark as Logan headed to the kitchen. He had made it down two steps before tripping on some unseen object. Unable to catch his balance, the genius tumbled to the bottom of the stairs. There was a loud crack as he made contact with the ground.

Logan lay there, motionless on the floor, with his body in unnatural angles. There was no emotion on his face and his lips were tinted blue as the fall had snapped his neck, killing him instantly. Beside him was Carlos’ helmet. It had landed upside down, spinning slightly like a top, before coming to a rest. Its curved intricate pattern was curled toward the ceiling like a leering jack-o-latern. If Logan were alive he would have sworn it was smiling.

And maybe it was.

Little Blue Pill

squoctobird — Wed, 12 Oct 2011 01:23:01 GMT

Title: Little Blue Pill
Author: Melly aka squoctobird
Disclaimer: I do not own Big Time Rush
Fandom: BTR
Pairings/Characters: Logan/Carlos
Rating: M
Summary: Carlos accidentally takes Viagra. Inspired by this prompt at btr_kink but I did Cargan instead of OT4.
+ Thanks to anonymous who beta'd and proof read for me.

Carlos sat on his bed moaning and panting heavily. Any one listening in would assume the boy was engaging in some sort of sexual activity.

And they would be correct.

Sort of.

Carlos Garcia was masturbating, but his moans and panting were caused by pain, not pleasure. The boy had a rock hard erection that he just could not get rid of. At this point, it had been two and a half hours with no relief. He was sure if he could make himself cum that he would deflate his problem so to speak, but the pain was too much for him to reach that point. He was ready to burst into tears when he heard the front door creak open.

“I’m back from the library. Anyone home?”

Carlos let out a sigh of relief. It was Logan.

The Latino had never experienced a hard-on like this before, so he knew there must be something wrong. Boner-itis or something. Carlos was glad that it wasn’t James or Kendall who had come home. They would have surely teased him mercilessly for being in this situation with out offering much assistance. Though it would still be embarrassing, Logan was a genius and knew tons of medical information. He was positive that Logan could help him obtain some relief.

Swallowing his pride and pushing down his embarrassment, he called out to his slightly taller friend.

“Uh, Logan?” Carlos hissed as his movement caused pain to shoot through his arousal. When he received no answer, he spoke louder but through gritted teeth. “Logan? Can you come here, please? I need your help!”

After a few moments, there was a light knock on the bedroom door before it opened revealing a curious Logan.

“Did you need something, Car- whoa.” As soon as Logan saw the state of his younger friend in bed, he let out a gasp and quickly covered his eyes. “Car-C-Carlos, can you please put your pants on?” It wasn’t like Logan hadn’t seen Carlos naked before, but this situation was much different than showers in the locker room after hockey practice. Carlos had a full blown erection and it just made Logan uncomfortable.

“That’s the problem. I can’t. I can’t get this to go away.” He gestured dramatically at his crotch.

Logan scoffed, still not looking at his friend. “Come on, Carlos. Everyone knows how to jack off. It’s not that hard a concept.” He rolled his eyes as he spoke.

“You don’t understand. I’ve tried, but it hurts too much! I think there’s something wrong, Logie. What if I’ve broken it somehow?” Carlos gasps at the thought. “What if the switch is stuck!?”

Logan raised his eyebrow and looked at his friend “The switch?”

“Yeah. The on and off switch.”

“Carlos, what are you talking about? There is no switch.”

“There are turn-ons and turn-offs, so there must be a switch. What if my dick switch is stuck on!”

Logan could hear the panic in his friend’s voice so he fought back the laugh that tried to surface at the absurd concept of a dick on and off switch. Obviously, there was something different about this erection or Carlos wouldn’t be this upset about it. Logan entered the bedroom completely now and cautiously made his way over to the bed. He reluctantly sat on the edge next to friend.

“How long has this uh… problem been going on?”

“It’s been almost three hours! I don’t know what to do!”

Logan pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes to think. He was running various scenarios in his head on how to solve this. When he opened his eyes, he noticed small diamond shaped blue pills on the bedside table.

“Um, Carlos?” Logan asked as he reached for the pills for closer inspection. “Where did you get these?”

“Those? Well, earlier James and I went in Bitters’ office to swipe his keys so we could play a prank on Buddha Bob and I found those mints in his desk.”

“Mints?”

“Yeah, but I wouldn’t eat any, Logie. I had two earlier and they didn’t taste very good at all.” Carlos made a face of disgust at the memory.

“You ate two of these?” Logan all but yelled. “Carlos! These aren’t mints! This is Viagra!”

“Viagra?” Carlos whispered, confused. Then it hit him. “But that means that Bitters- Ewww”

Both boys shuddered at the thought of anyone having sex with the portly building manager.

“And that would explain that overeager beaver you’ve got there. We should probably take you to the emergency room. It sounds like you might have priapism”

“Pria-what?”

“Priapism. It’s where the penis doesn’t return to it’s flaccid state-”

“Say it in words I know!”

Logan sighed in defeat. “Basically, you have a boner that won’t quit and if it lasts more than four hours it could actually be really dangerous. Like I said, we should head to the ER.”

“No. Logan, this is too embarrassing! I don’t want to go to the doctor! Plus, it hasn’t been four hours yet! Only three! What else can we do? There has to be something!”

“Well, there are a few things we could try….” Logan said reluctantly.

“Let’s try those! Please, Logan. I don’t want to go to the doctor. Not for this.” Carlos was in full begging mode. He even had those damn puppy eyes of his that Logan could never say no to.

“Fine. Fine,” Logan finally agreed. “Put your pants on. You need to try and walk it off.”

Carlos stood up and gingerly pulled his boxers back on and cautiously stepped into his jeans. He hissed at the pain as he zipped them up.

“You know you could have put on like sweats or something.” Logan said with a smirk.

“Don’t mock my pain!”

“Sorry. Sorry. Come on. Let’s go walk up and down the hallway for a bit. That should help to relieve some pressure.”

“The hallway? Like the hallway hallway?”

“Yeah. There really isn’t a straight path in the apartment, so…”

“No. No way. I’m not going out there with a proud banana in my pants. What if one of the Jennifers sees me?”

“They don’t even live on our floor, Carlos! You’ll be fine.”

After a bit of arguing, Carlos eventually conceded and the two brunettes began to walk up and down the long hallway. He moved his legs gingerly as each step would rub the bulge in his pants against the harsh jean material causing him pain. He cursed under his breath and continued the process but after ten minutes of walking he was ready to give up.

“Logan, this isn’t helping at all. It just hurts too much.”

“Okay, I know something else we can try. Get back in your bed and take your pants off. I need to get some things from the kitchen.”

Carlos headed back to his room trying to think of what Logan could need in the kitchen that would help his problem. His wild imagination envisioned some sort of torture with forks or an egg beater and he began to panic. It was short lived though because soon the genius entered the bedroom with a few bags of frozen vegetables.

“How exactly is a bag of peas and carrots going to help? You know I hate carrots. I am so not eating those.”

Logan rolled his eyes. “These are make-shift ice packs. Looks like we never refroze the ones after your injuries from trying to water-ski in the pool on Monday.”

If he wasn’t in so much pain, Carlos would have laughed at that memory. It was such a rush while it lasted, albeit a short time, but it was totally worth the bruises he received when he crashed into the side of the pool. He was brought out of his thoughts harshly when he felt freezing cold surround his proud, but painful rod.

“They say ice can help the uhm… ‘swelling’ to go down. Hopefully frozen broccoli will have the same effect.”

Carlos nodded and leaned back against his pillows, bringing his hand to cover his eyes. He tried to think about anything besides the anguish he felt in his crotch. Kittens. Rainbows. Unicorns. Hockey pucks. Corndogs. Anything. But none of these things could distract him from the aching in his groin.

“It’s not working,” Carlos groaned.

Logan looked at his friend with sympathy. “Just give it a few more minutes, buddy.” If this didn’t un-pitch his tent, then Carlos would need to go to the hospital. The trip would be painful and embarrassing.

After ten more minutes, Logan deemed it was time to go to the ER. “Looks like we need some professional help Carlos. Put on something more comfortable than jeans and I’ll drive you.”

“No, Logan. Please. I don’t want to go the hospital. Look, it’s not quite as red as it was. There must be something else we can do.” Carlos was practically on his knees begging.

“Well, it does look like the ice has helped a little.”
“See, it’s getting better!”

“Carlos, priapism is a dangerous thing. Seriously. You could damage your dick, dude. As in you’ll actually need to take Viagra in the future.”

“Please, Logie. There has to be something else we can try. Anything. And if that doesn’t work then we can go to the doctor.”

“The only other thing there is to do is to make you ejaculate, Carlos, and you’ve already tried that.”

“I have, but you haven’t.”

“What?!” Logan yelled with disgust and disbelief.

“I tried, but I couldn’t do it because it hurt too much. But what if-”

“I’m not going to give you a hand job, Carlos.”

“Well, I was thinking more of a blow job.”

“Dude, I love you and all. We’re best friends. But I’m not gonna blow you. Plus, I’m not even gay.”

“Blowing another dude doesn’t mean you’re gay, Logan.”

“Really? Because usually sexual acts between two males is considered gay.”

“It wouldn’t be like that, Logan. It would be a friend helping out a friend. Nothing more. Please, Logie,” And then there were those damn puppy eyes again. “I really don’t want to go to the hospital.”

Logan sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. He couldn’t believe he was standing here contemplating giving head to his best friend. He wasn’t even sure if he could do it right. Camille had given him a few when they were together, so he could try to emulate her.

“Fine,” he said barely above a whisper.

“What?”

“I said fine. But if you even hint about this to James or Kendall…” Logan pointed his finger at Carlos angrily.

“I won’t. I swear,” Carlos promised as crossed his heart and then held up the scout’s honor symbol. “It will be our secret. We’ll take it to the grave.”

Logan nodded and then the two boys got into position. Carlos took of the bags of frozen vegetables and scooted to where he was sitting at the edge of the bed. Logan hesitantly got down on his knees in front of his friend.

He stared at the big dick in front of him for a moment and almost chickened out when he realized the mere size of the thing. He soon swallowed his pride and opened his mouth, taking in the tip. Doing what he liked Camille to do, he sucked harshly as his tongue played with the slit. Soon he was licking and slurping and bobbing his head up and down like a pro.

Carlos was overrun with feeling. The sensation of going from extreme cold to the warm, wet heat of his best friend’s mouth was almost too much for him. It felt so good that the pain became a distant memory and all he could think about were the plump lips that encased him. He tried his best not to moan because that would just be weird, but he couldn’t help it. Logan’s mouth felt so perfect around his cock. Soon, that familiar warm feeling deep in his groin grew and he knew his release was coming.

“Lo-Lo-Logie. I think I’m gonna-”

Before Carlos could warn him properly, warm white cum painted the back of Logan’s throat. It happened so fast, the genius had no choice but to swallow the bitter liquid.

Carlos laid back against his bed panting. He looked down towards his member which was now flaccid and no longer painful. He smiled, thankful that the whole ordeal was over.

Logan begrudgingly wiped the lingering cum from his mouth and headed to the bathroom silently. Carlos pulled on his clothes and followed after him. When he caught up with Logan, he was brushing his teeth and gargling with mouth wash.

“You owe me. Big time,” Logan said as he spit into the sink. “I’m talking huge.”

“Anything, Logan.” Carlos looked at him with expectant eyes.

“I don’t know what it is right now, Carlos!” He stopped to think a moment. “But how about we start off with a steak dinner at the restaurant down the street. For some reason, I’m craving meat.”

Grab The Bull By The Horns Chapter 1

squoctobird — Sun, 28 Aug 2011 17:17:13 GMT

Title: Grab The Bull By The Horns Chapter 1
Author: Melly aka squoctobird
Disclaimer: I do not own Big Time Rush or anything you may recognize in this story.
Fandom: BTR
Pairings/Characters: Main characters. No slash. Mirrors showverse, so may have some Kendall/Jo and Logan/Camille in future chapters but will not the focus of this story.
Rating: G
Summary: Space Matadors AU - Four regular boys from the planet Minnestarr get the opportunity of a lifetime to travel to RISA III to become famous space matadors.
Notes: This takes place in the year 3027. All characters are humanoids unless specified otherwise. I'm not going to go into detail about clothes or other things unless the way they look are imperative to the story. So picture everyone in whatever futuristic outfits you like. There will be things mentioned that I took from pop culture and various sci-fi films and tv shows. Mostly Star Trek, Star Wars, Galaxy Quest and Back to the Future. You should be able to understand what things are based on context, but don't be afraid to ask what something is! The first chapter mirrors the first half of Big Time Audition. A few scenarios from other episodes may be mirrored in future chapters, but it will mostly be an original plot line.
Warning: There will be much silliness and lots of geekery
+ Thanks to anonymous who beta'd and proof read for me.
+ Dedicated to shisou_eimin. The idea of a Space Matadors AU was hers. I just took it and ran with it.

The planet Minnestarr was located in the Midwest part of the galaxy in the Hoth system. It was cold and icy, but not as extreme as its neighboring planet where it snowed all day long. The weather here was a bit milder. Yes, it snowed often, but at least it would eventually melt into a crunchy slush before the precipitation became too heavy.

It was a typical day on Minnestarr and the wind would blow every so often, sending a chill down Logan Mitchell’s spine. The raven haired genius could see his breath as he stood outside of his high school waiting for his three best friends to walk home. They were late; and he was starting to get worried. Surely they were up to no good and soon he would be right in the middle of it. As if on cue, his friends came running in his direction, the biggest smirks on their faces.

The blonde boy with crazy eyebrows was Kendall Knight. A knit cap covered his head and only a few sprigs of hair poked free underneath. He was a natural born leader, and was the support beam of this mismatched group of friends. He was the strong hold that kept the boys together. He could be incredibly stubborn and had some anger management issues, but his intentions were always good.

The tall brunette was James Diamond. He was ‘the face.’ He had stars in his eyes and dreams of the big time. He wanted to be famous and his ultimate goal was to one day be a Space Matador. Nothing could compare to the prestige of being a Matador and James certainly had the looks at the talent to make it.

The smaller boy with the round space helmet on was Carlos Garcia. He was the daredevil of the group. He was always coming up with crazy stunts. After several head injuries, his father required him to wear an official Space Rangers helmet for protection. It was his prized possession and the boy was rarely seen without it firmly in place.

Logan was the smart one of the group with dreams of being a Space Doctor. Medical technology was already incredibly advanced. So many diseases had been completely eradicated for the humanoids, but there was still so much to learn when it came to the other races of the galaxy. He hoped to one day to travel the galaxy treating patients with all sorts of anatomy. He was naturally shy and a bit awkward. He was also a bit neurotic and panicked easily.

"What did you do?" Logan asked horrified as the trio approached.

"Who says we did anything?" Kendall asked incredulously.

"The look on your faces did. Please tell me you didn't do something to get us suspended?!"

"Well, what's the punishment for stealing the tribbles from the science lab and putting them in the girls' locker room?"

"Kendall! You didn't feed them did you?" The smart boy stopped to do some calculations in his head. Tribbles were know for their extremely high reproduction rate. The smallest amount of food could result in thousands of the furry little creatures. There was a reason they were considered pests and banned on several planets.

Just then, some very angry girls came running out of the school building with hellfire in their eyes and fuzz in their hair. They scanned the crowd looking for the source of their anger. Their sights landed on the four boys.

"You!" A red headed girl screamed as she pointed at them.

"Logan, options now." Kendall commanded.

“Clearly we’re outnumbered, plus they’re girls so we can’t hit them back so I say we run.”

"Run!" Kendall shouted and the quartet left as quickly as possibly weaving in and out traffic.

Unfortunately, the girls were right on their tails and soon had the boys cornered in an alleyway with no obvious means of escape. The blonde leader knew he couldn’t talk his way out of this one.

“Ladies! Ladies! Time out!” He called out making a T-shape with his hands. The irate girls instantly froze.

“Carlos. Give James your helmet. We’ve got to protect the face.”

“I love you, guys,” James lamented as he places the protective gear on his head.

“Time in!”

Logan grumbled “I’ve got to get new friends,” as he brought his arms up in defense against the girls.

The four teens sat on the couch in Kendall’s living room nursing their wounds from the fight with healing creams and bandages. Their hair was in disarray, except for James’ of course, and their clothes were ripped and torn. All that could be heard were their random moans and groans until Carlos broke the silence by turning on the video display to watch some television. He was idly flipping through channels when James placed a firm hand on his shoulder.

“Wait, go back.” he said.

Carlos changed the channel back quickly and turned up the volume.

Gustavo Rocque, the famous Space Matador coach, ends his galaxy wide tour to find his next Olympic superstar today on the planet Minnestarr. Think you’ve got what it takes? Then head down to the Old Minnestarr Space Arena in Alpha Quadrant II for your chance to audition. Sign ups are until 17:00 hours.

Each boy knew of James’ dream of being a Space Matador. But how could they not? The boy only talked about it constantly. So it was no surprise when all four heads turned towards the large wall clock to check the time. 16:30.

“Call all moms now!” their blonde leader shouted.

The four friends turned on their wrist communicators to reach their parents but, unfortunately, no one received an answer.

“Mom! Call me when you get this message. We need a ride real bad,” they all said in unison.

Five minutes passed and there was no word from any of their mothers. James was starting to panic on the inside. This could be his one shot and he was going to miss it all because they didn’t have a ride. He looked at Kendall with pleading eyes, begging him to solve their problem.

“Logan has his learner’s permit!” Kendall burst out suddenly, pointing at the genius.

“True, but we don’t have a hovercraft or an adult! How does that solve anything?”

“I don’t know! You’re the genius. You figure it out!”

“Kendall! You know I panic under pressure!” It was true. Logan could feel his breath becoming ragged from stress. “But you always come up with the answer!”

He started to protest, but then a plan hit him. “I know how we can get there.”

After begging and bribing Kendall’s neighbor to let Logan drive her hovercraft, they all loaded in the vehicle and made their way to Alpha Quadrant II for the Old Minnestarr Space Arena. Logan was overly cautious as it were, but driving in the elderly neighbor’s hovercraft had him on edge. Fears of accidents and messing up her car plagued his mind so he didn’t dare go over the speed limit. Luckily they arrived before sign ups ended, but they literally only had minutes to spare.

The four entered the lobby of the arena and headed towards the sign up table. As they approached a dark skinned woman handed them each a electronic data PADD. Her name was Kelly Wainwright; and, she was Gustavo’s assistant.

“Fill out these forms,” she commanded as she stuck numbers on each of the boys.

“I’m not here to try out,” Logan said as he pushed the data pad away. “I’m going to be a Space Doctor.”

“Sure, but you have a cute smile and Dak Zevon made over 40 million credits last year.”

Logan’s eyebrow perked up. That was a lot of money and would more than cover the cost for med school. He greedily took back the PADD.

“There are matador capes in this box for you to use,” she gestured to the box by the sign up table. “Listen out for your number to be called.”

Logan wasn’t the only one who felt nervous on the ride over. James could feel himself getting tenser by the minute. By the time they had signed in he wasn’t sure if he could even audition. James felt a lump grow in his throat when his number was called. He panicked and quickly switched numbers with Logan.

"Looks like you're up buddy," James said with a pained smile.

With some encouraging nods and thumbs up from his friends, Logan made his was into the corral of the stadium where Gustavo and his assistant were waiting. A wrangler was near by to keep and eye on the space bulls. Logan knew the basics of the sport and did fairly well with the cape, but he lacked the flair needed to be a star. Gustavo had started to shout insults at the small teen, whom quickly ran away with tears in his eyes.

"Don't go in there," he said when he made it back to his friends. "The main is evil! He's like a space devil! A space devil with out any horns!"

Logan pulled his knees to his chest and started to rock himself for comfort. He hadn't been spoken to like that since he was a very young child, back when his dad sill lived with them. He did his best to calm down.

The next number was called and, once again, James switched with his neighbor, making Carlos next in line.

He went through the double doors and down to the corral in the front. He surveyed the space bulls and made his way to the center. He waved his cape around uselessly and made goofy faces at the space bulls. The animals were unaffected.

Gustavo was very angry. This boy was clearly wasting his time.

“Next! Next! Next!” He shouted as he slammed his fists down on his table.

He was a large man with a very powerful and intimidating voice, and Carlos could see why his shouting had affected Logan so much. He was having a hard time keeping his own composure as he sped back to the lobby.

When his number was called again, James tried to switch with Kendall but he wasn’t quick enough. The blonde caught his hand and shot him a smirk.

“James, this is your dream- not mine,” Kendall said as he stood up, pulling James with him. He placed his hands on the pretty boy’s shoulders and held him at arms-length. “Opportunities like this come once in a life time. Now go in there, give it your best shot, and grab the bull by the horns!”

As he encouraged his friend, he pushed James towards the doors. Once he was out of sight, the three other boys snuck inside to watch.

James had a new breath of confidence as he made his way to the corral. He took out his own personal cape, giving it a few hard shakes to get rid of any wrinkles. No one knew where James kept his cape, but it was on his person at all times. He could whip it out at a moment’s notice. It was his most prized possession rivaled only by his lucky comb. One time he tried to convince Kendall, Logan and Carlos to carry around capes, but they refused. They never did support James’ risky fashion choices.

James reached the performance area of the corral and locked eyes with Gustavo. The burly man was glaring and had his arms crossed over his chest, daring someone to impress him. James gulped and quickly looked away.

He started his routine by swinging his cape from side to side gracefully yet with style. The space bulls perked up immediately. He took a few steps forward, flipping the cape with a loud snap and then spun on his heels. James caught Gustavo in his peripheral vision who still looked unimpressed. Before he knew what was happening, he tripped over his own feet and nearly fell over. He cleared his throat awkwardly and asked if he could start over.

“Start over? Yeah. Sure. Why do you start over by going back to the lobby and never coming back!” Gustavo screeched at him.

“But I’m really good!”

“I don’t need good, kid. I need someone with passion. Someone with the fire. Someone who will knock me out of my seat and as you can see I’m still sitting because YOU HAVE NO TALENT!”

“No talent? No Talent?!” Kendall shouted from behind the round man. James stood in shock as his blonde friend made his way to the front of the stadium, fuming. “You’re the one with no talent! One of your matadors hasn’t won a gold medal in ten years!” He was in Gustavo’s face now.

“I’ll have you know that Fredericco Bennini won gold nine years ago!”

“Oh, and where is he now?” He brought an finger to his chin in mock thinking, “Oh, that’s right. He’s busing tables at Fun Burger on Ceti Alpha Nine!”

The two continued their tirade, completely oblivious to their surroundings. If they had been paying attention they would have known that their shouting was upsetting the space bulls. Before the wranglers could do anything to stop it, one of the larger animals broke loose and charged towards the screaming men.

Kendall saw movement out of the corner of his eye, and turned quickly to see the bull storming in their direction. With out hesitation, he pushed the larger man down, grabbed a matador cape and successfully lead the raging bull back inside the holding area.

The blonde was smirking at the stunned look on Gustavo’s face when the security team showed up and tried to place handcuffs on him. He immediately struggled with the security guards.

“Get off him!” James yelled trying to pry the men off his friend. Soon the other two joined in the fight, but they were outmatched and the foursome was dragged out of the stadium and brought home.

Mrs. Knight was very disappointed to see Kendall, Carlos, Logan and James brought home by Space Rangers again. It was the third time that month. She knew the boys meant well, but sometimes their shenanigans would get out of hand. She was giving them a good scolding when there was a knock at the door. It was Gustavo and his assistant Kelly.

James saw the round man enter the living room and excitement bubbled in him. With a huge grin on his face, he ran towards the man and pulled him in a tight embrace.

“You came back for me,” he whispered.

Gustavo scoffed and pushed the pretty boy off him. “I’m not here for you,” he said with disgust, “I came for him.” He pointing at Kendall.

“What? Me?”

“Mrs. Knight, we’d like to take you and your family to Risa III to train Kendall to be a Space Matador,” Gustavo explained.

“You can’t be serious?” Kendall said with contempt and disbelief.

“It would just be for three months and we would cover all your expenses,” Kelly said.

“Kendall, you have a gift,” Gustavo said as he started to pace back and forth, “The fire. You also have anger management. People say I have anger management issues, but that doesn’t matter because I have five houses on three different planets!”

“We’ve been all over the galaxy, Kendall. We’ve seen thousands of people audition and Gustavo picked you,” Kelly told the blonde, trying to get him to see how lucky he was to be chosen.

“So, what do you say? Want to come with me to Risa and become a star?” The large man wiggled his eyebrows for effect.

“No.”

“No?”

“No.”

Gustavo’s face turned red and he felt like he couldn’t breathe. “I’m… just… take a minute. Gonna go outside and just take a minute.” He stormed out of the house, slamming the front door behind him. His rant and plethora of expletives could be heard through the thick walls.

“We should probably go,” Kelly said awkwardly. “But here’s our card in case you change your mind. We’ll be here until 13:00 hours.” She started to walk away but turned to look over her shoulder when she reached the door. “You should really think about this, Kendall. This is a great opportunity.”

The next morning Kendall went to his job at the local grocery store. He was restocking shelves of Tang when his three best friends showed up.

“So, I was doing the math for this whole Space Matador thing, and you’re being an idiot,” Logan said.

“But I don’t want to go to Risa III with that jerk.” Kendall let out an exasperated sigh. He had already argued with them about this last night. He didn’t really want to do it again. “I want to stay here- with you jerks!”

“What have you go to lose, Kendall? It’s only three months!” Logan pleaded.

“And just think, dude. Risa III. The girls. The beach. The money. The stars. The girls!” Carlos said listing each thing on his fingers.

“Yeah, but none of that matters if it’s with out my three best friends. Why don’t you add those numbers up, professor?”

Logan pretended to push buttons on this wrist communicator. “Hmmm. Looky there. Still an idiot.”

“Well, what do you think, James? You’ve been awfully quiet.”

“That’s because I’m not talking to you,” he said as he pulled out his lucky comb and ran it through his hair. He did his best to ignore his blonde friend but he could feel his eyes watching him. “Listen. Part of me hates you right now. Wait. All of me hates me right now. But seriously, you should call that guy back.”

“Why would I want to do that? That guy said you had no talent, made Logan cry and trashed my front yard throwing a temper tantrum.”

“But he wants to make you famous,” James protested. “Opportunities like this come once in a life time.”

“So you’re all saying that if you had to chance to go to Risa with a jerk face coach, you’d go?” Kendall asked his friends.

“Yes!” They all said in unison.

So Kendall dialed Kelly on his wrist communicator and asked her to meet him at the grocery store. About 15 minutes later a large stretch limo hovercraft pulled in to the parking lot and parked next to the group of friends.

Gustavo exited the vehicle and looked at Kendall expectantly. “Well?” he bellowed.

“Okay. I’ll go with you to Risa III and train to be a Space Matador,” the blonde said with a smirk, “if you take my buds and make us a Space Matador team.”

Logan choked on the gum he was chewing. He was not expecting that. None of them were.

“Excuse me?” Gustavo said. “Are you trying to make a deal? Because I’m the one who makes the deals. Not some stock boy at Quick Mart.”

“Well, if you want me, you have to take all of us.”

Gustavo starting laughing hysterically. “Listen. I’m the Gustavo Rocque. I’m amazing. And if you think I’m so desperate for a new matador because I’ve been to 22 different planets and haven’t found any decent talent doesn’t mean I’m going to start listening to some kid.”

“So do we have a deal?” Kendall asked indubitably.

Gustavo snapped his fingers for Kelly to come over and whispered something in her ear.

“Looks like we’ve got a deal boys,” she said with a smile.

This Car Hears My Confessions #2

squoctobird — Sat, 20 Aug 2011 14:06:45 GMT

Title: This Car Hears My Confessions #2
Author: Melly aka squoctobird
Disclaimer: I do not own Big Time Rush or Dashboard Confessional
Fandom: BTR
Pairings/Characters: Logan
Rating: G (will vary for each chapter)
Summary: Drabbles/ficlets/one shots based on lyrics from Dashboard Confessional. Each will center around Logan. Pairings will range from none, to friendship, to romantic and may contain slash.
Lyric: Sleep with all the sheets off. Baring your mattress. Baring your soul.
+ Thanks to gleechild who beta'd and proof read for me.

Logan - Swiss Army Romance

Sleep with all the sheets off. Baring your mattress. Baring your soul.

It was a hot night in Los Angeles. He was stripped down to his boxers, sheets messily kicked down to the end of the bed. He stared up at the ceiling, watching the fan spin counter clockwise as it failed to cool the room. Things felt so foreign to Logan. Maybe the heat was getting to him, but he would be lying if he said he didn't often feel out of place here.

LA was definitely different than what he was used to. Minnesota was cold and icy. Heat was a comfort instead of a burden. Heat and warmth was something to be cherished and shared with a loved one like a cup of hot cocoa, not something that made you miserable and lose sleep.

Logan sometimes wondered why he was even there. From the beginning, Gustavo told him he couldn't sing or dance, had anything changed? When Wayne Wayne came looking for trouble, he was picked as the most likely to be kicked out of the band. And twice Camille had picked another guy over him—James, when they kissed, and Steve, when it came time for prom.

He couldn't really blame them though. This wasn't his dream. This wasn't what he was good at. Singing. Dancing. Or girls, for that matter. No. He was the smart one, a genius, and his dream was to be a doctor—maybe even go in the field of research. Who knows, he could be the one to find the cure for cancer or the common cold.

His heart wasn't longing for superstardom. Far from it. He was naturally shy and a bit awkward. He just wanted to help people. That's how he got in this situation to begin with—helping James get to the audition, auditioning first because James was nervous, and then, finally, coming with his best friends halfway across the country to do this whole boy band thing.

He had given it all up for them, for James. He stopped pursuing his own dream to pursue happiness for someone else. And that was such a Logan thing to do. always putting others before himself. But he wasn't sure how much longer he could do this. He didn't know how long he could keep his greatest desire buried down like it didn't exist.

But for now all Logan could do was continue to stare at the fan. All he could do was lay there with his heart on his sleeve, baring his soul to the miserable heat of the night.

I Will Be Lord of the Pranks - Chapter 4

squoctobird — Wed, 03 Aug 2011 03:34:06 GMT

Title: I Will Be Lord of the Pranks Chapter 4 (Final)
Author: Melly aka squoctobird
Disclaimer: I do not own Big Time Rush or the movie this story is based on
Fandom: BTR
Pairings/Characters: Logan/Camille, Carlos/Stephanie, Jett/Jo, Kendall, James
Rating: T +
Summary: Since the game started in middle school, Logan has never won the annual prank war. He's determined to win this year, but Kendall throws a wrench in his plans when he cancels it. Logan decides to do his pranks anyway, but does he take it too far?.
Notes: This story is based on cult classic horror film. I can't tell you which one because that will ruin the ending! But if you figure it out, then you get the satisfaction of knowing the twist before it happens!
Warning: horror fic, lots of implied violence
+ Thanks to insanegolfur who beta'd and proof read for me.
+ Dedicated to gleechild

Jett and Jo made their way upstairs after breakfast. After a soft kiss on the lips, Jo excused herself to the bathroom, leaving Jett alone in their bed room. He stripped down to just his cocky grin and relaxed on the queen sized bed. His arms were crossed behind his head as he leisurely leaned back against the headboard.

Jo returned several minutes later wearing a fluffy white robe. She entered the room, locking the door behind her. As she approached the bed, she untied the belt revealing the skimpy lingerie underneath. She shrugged the robe off, allowing it to fall to the floor around her feet. After a quick twirl so Jett could view her entire outfit, she joined him in the bed.

She straddled her fiancé and peppered his face with sweet kisses. Jett smiled at the gesture and ran his hands down her sides reveling in her warm, smooth skin. Their lips met, sending an electrical charge down both of their spines. He brought his hand to her neck deepening the kiss, while the other made it’s way to unhook her bra. Before things could go further, they were interrupted by someone pounding on their door loudly.

--
“Get out of there.”

Kendall wanted to get out of the hot tub but he couldn’t move. He was frozen. His brain had shut down from shock. Could he really believe what he was seeing? Was one of his best friends really dead? This couldn’t be real. This had to be a sick joke, right? A firm hand on his shoulder brought him out of his thoughts.

“Kendall, get out of the hot tub. Please.” Carlos’s voice was full of desperation. He was a fire fighter. He dealt with tragic and horrible scenes on a daily basis. He should know what to do, but at this moment all he felt was panic. All he wanted to do was regress back to their roles as teenagers where Kendall was the leader and could handle the situation. “Kendall. Kendall, what should we do?”

The blonde nearly fell over once he was out of the water. He was weak with worry. “Uhm. W-we need to call the police. We need to f-find Logan and call the police.”

Stephanie grabbed her cell phone that was lying nearby. She frowned when she looked at the screen. “I don’t have a signal,” she commented as she held the phone in the air and waved it around trying to gain more bars.

“I don’t either,” Kendall said. He turned his attention to Carlos who shook his head indicating his cell phone was also useless. “We need to find Logan. He’ll know how to contact the police.”

The trio dried off and went back inside the cabin to get help but Logan was no where to be found. Kendall was going to check up stairs but bumped in to Camille before he could do so. He didn’t dare tell her the situation with James. She was pregnant and was in no condition to handle this sort of news, at least not with out Logan there to comfort her.

“Hey, Camille,” the blonde said somewhat awkwardly.

She titled her head to the side, questioning. “Hey, Kendall. Is everything…. Okay?”

“Yeah. No. Everything’s fine.” His words came out rushed. “Uhm, where’s Logan?”

“Logan’s outside in the rose garden. We went for a walk, but I got tired so we came back a few minutes ago. He went back out there with some gardening sheers. He noticed a few bushes had some sort of fungus or something, so he went to remove some of the branches.”

Kendall furrowed his brow. “I’m going to go give him a hand.”

“Oh, us too!” Carlos said quickly causing Camille look at him oddly.

“Are you guys sure everything’s okay?”

“Yeah, just don’t go use the hot tub. It’s-”

“Oh, don’t worry. I have no plans of using the hot tub. Too risky during pregnancy. Logan would kill me.”

--

The rose garden was larger than they had anticipated so the trio split up to cover more ground. They called out for Logan, his name echoing as they each took a turn shouting for the future doctor.

Carlos stopped dead in his tracks when Stephanie’s call was replaced with a screech of terror. He bolted off in the direction of the distressing sound, weaving in and out of bushes, trying his best to avoid the thorns, looking for his love.

His heart sank when he saw her across the field. She had a hand to her throat and he was sure that was blood gushing from underneath her palm. They ran towards each other and she collapsed in his arms, a frail hand holding her throat and a small pair of bloody garden sheers in the other. Both hands were stained red, and the liquid ran down from her throat over her chest.

“L-l-logan,” she croaked out. “It was Logan.”

“Logan?” Kendall asked in disbelief, panting slightly from racing toward Stephanie when he heard her scream.

Carlos turned to see the blonde standing behind him.

Kendall’s eyes were glued to Stephanie, wide with shock and horror at the bloody scene. He felt dizzy. Was it the sight of all the blood? Or the thought of his best friend being a killer? He wasn’t sure. He reached out to a nearby bush to steady himself, hissing as he cut his hand on the thorns. He looked up and saw Logan in the distance just staring at them.

Carlos followed Kendall’s gaze. He swore in Spanish, wanting to go after the smaller boy.

“No. Don’t leave me, Carlos,” Stephanie begged. He nodded and held her close to his chest.

“I’ll go,” Kendall said and then ran towards the brunette.

Logan saw Kendall headed in his direction and took off to towards the cabin. He may not have been as strong as the other boys in his circle of friends, but he was the fastest and soon Kendall had lost sight of him.

When Kendall reached the cabin it was seemingly deserted. It was quiet. Too quiet. He had a very bad feeling about this. After finding no one on the first floor, he crept up the stairs as silently as possible. Once at the top he saw that all the doors were closed but one, the one to Jo and Jett’s room. The door stood open as if to taunt Kendall, begging him to look inside. The feeling in the pit of his stomach told him he wouldn’t like what he would find.

He didn’t have to enter the room far in order to know that Jo and Jett were dead. The white sheets were stained bright red and told him everything he needed to know. He backed into the hallway slowly with his hand over his mouth. Was this day really happening?

Kendall heard a thud and then someone crying from downstairs. It was a woman. Surely Logan wouldn’t harm his Camille and future child? The blonde ran down the stairs to find her cowering in the corner, blood dripping from the side of her mouth. The future doctor was towering over her with a butcher’s knife in his hand.

The blonde called out to his friend to distract him from Camille. Logan looked up and the two boys locked eyes from across the room. Kendall saw the crazed look in the brown eyes falter, but it was back again so quickly he wasn’t sure if it really happened.

Logan stalked his way towards Kendall. The taller boy stood frozen in place. He was unsure of what to do. He was bigger and stronger than Logan, but he was unarmed; the brunette still had the butcher’s knife held tightly in his hand. He could probably wrestle the weapon from his grasp, but then what? Despite what Logan had done that day, he was still Kendall’s best friend. The thought of hurting him, broke his heart.

“Logie,” Kendall said in a calming voice, “Put down the knife.”

“I can’t do that, Kendall. Not yet.”
“Not yet?”

“Right. It’s not over yet. But it will be soon.” Logan grinned at Kendall. It was almost playful and it severely confused the blonde.

“Logan?”

The med student continued to saunter towards him and he backed away on instinct. This continued until Kendall backed into the door frame of the living room. The impact caught him off guard and he failed to catch his balance so he tumbled to the floor, landing on his knees in front of one of the couches.

The first thing he noticed was the pair of limited edition Buster Clydes. The next thing he noticed was the body connected to the feet in the shoes. It was James.

“J-James!” Kendall yelled as he stood up. “But. What? Huh?” He was completely freaked out. His best friend, assumed dead only hours ago, was sitting on the couch, grinning like a fool at him no less.

“You act like you’ve seen a ghost, Kendall,” James said with a teasing tone. “I mean, you didn’t actually think this was my head did you?” The pretty boy held up the prop head that had been left in the hot tub.

Kendall just stood there speechless.

“I’m much better looking than this thing. I should be offended.”

“Hey, that thing is pretty convincing.”

Kendall turned towards the voice. “Stephanie?”

She laughed and walked over to hug the shocked blonde. “Calm down, Kendall. It was all a joke. Everything’s fine.”

“A j-joke?” He said breathlessly.

“Yes, a joke,” Camille said sweetly before giving him a kiss on the cheek.

Kendall was still stunned. He looked around at all the people in the room. Carlos and James were seated next to each other on the couch. Jett was in a bath robe standing over in the corner with his arms crossed and an amused look on his face, Jo by his side. Stephanie had taken a seat on the arm rest of the love seat while Camille was standing next to the blonde boy.

“You were all in on it?” he whispered as if talking to himself.

“Well, not at first,” James said. “Logan filled us in once we each became a victim.”

“Are you mad?”

Kendall turned around to see Logan standing there with his hand behind his neck, a nervous habit he’s had since he was a kid, with a soft smile.

“Am I mad? Am I mad?!” His voice grew louder with each word, his eyes full of anger. Logan’s smile fell and his eyes were wide open.

“Of course I’m mad! This was evil, Logan. Evil!” Kendall stopped and grabbed the bridge of his nose trying to calm himself. He took a breath and his tone was much softer. “It was evil and…. brilliant.” He looked towards his small brunette friend with a smile on his face. “You are an evil genius, Logan.”
“S-so you’re not mad?” Logan asked nervously.

“Just mad I didn’t think of it!” Kendall said slapping him on the back, “I didn’t think you had it in you, Logan.”

The brunette blushed. “Well, Camille helped. How do you think we got a replica of James head?” He chuckled. “She called in some favors with her special effects buddies.”

“Well, then.” Kendall cleared his throat and began speaking in an old styled British accent. “Hear ye. Hear ye. As reigning ‘Sir High King Lord of the Pranks’ I hereby surrender my title to the noble knight of prankdom, Sir Logan Mitchell.”

The largest smile possible was plastered on Logan’s face as he took a dramatic bow while his closest friends cheered and applauded. He stood up straight, bringing his finger to the tip of his nose saluting his fellow knights.

I Will Be Lord of the Pranks - Chapter 3

squoctobird — Fri, 22 Jul 2011 00:43:19 GMT

Title: I Will Be Lord of the Pranks Chapter 3
Author: Melly aka squoctobird
Disclaimer: I do not own Big Time Rush or the movie this story is based on
Fandom: BTR
Pairings/Characters: Logan/Camille, Carlos/Stephanie, Jett/Jo, Kendall, James
Rating: T +
Summary: Since the game started in middle school, Logan has never won the annual prank war. He's determined to win this year, but Kendall throws a wrench in his plans when he cancels it. Logan decides to do his pranks anyway, but does he take it too far?.
Notes: This story is based on cult classic horror film. I can't tell you which one because that will ruin the ending! But if you figure it out, then you get the satisfaction of knowing the twist before it happens!
Warning: horror fic, lots of implied violence
+ Thanks to insanegolfur who beta'd and proof read for me.
+ Dedicated to gleechild

The crashing and clanking of pots and pans downstairs woke Kendall with a start. He sat up quickly, forgetting he was on the bottom bunk, and bumped his head. He cursed under his breath and rubbed the sore spot in hopes of dulling the pain as he got out of bed.

He was going to kill James for leaving him with the room with the bunk beds. Although it wasn’t exactly fair to blame him since Logan had offered Kendall the bed in the pull out couch. He really had no one to blame but himself.

He trudged downstairs to find Carlos in the kitchen attempting to make pancakes. So far it appeared he had only succeeded in making a mess. Stephanie was by his side cursing as she tried to clean up.

“If Logan comes down here and sees this, he’s going to have a cow!” She told her husband. “Why don’t you just sit down and let me make breakfast?”

There was some minor pouting from Carlos, but he stepped aside at let Stephanie continue cooking. Kendall couldn’t help but chuckle at the couple. He wondered how often this happened in the Garcia house hold.

“Making enough for all of us?” The blonde asked as he sat down at the dinette.

“Yes, I’m starving.” A male voice said.

Kendall turned to see Jett coming down the stairs with a messy-haired Jo following close behind. They joined Kendall at the dinette, Jo taking a seat in her fiancé’s lap. The couple smiled at each other and Jett brushed a strand of hair from her face before giving her a small kiss on the lips.

“Yeah. Sure. How many pancakes did you want?” Stephanie asked.

“None for me,” a freshly showered Logan said as he entered the kitchen, “I’ve already eaten- been up for awhile- but I’m sure Camille will want some. She’ll be down in a few minutes.”

“I should probably go wake James,” Kendall said as he stood, “He’ll be upset if he misses pancakes.”

Logan stopped Kendall from leaving. “James isn’t here. I saw him this morning before he left for his morning run. He said he was going for a swim in the lake and he’d be back around lunch time.”

---

When breakfast was over, the group of young adults went their separate ways. Logan and Camille were going for a walk through the rose garden, while Stephanie, Carlos and Kendall relaxed in the hot tub. Jett and Jo stayed behind to take advantage of the empty cabin so they could spend some alone time in the bed room.

After changing into their swimwear, the three met outside on the deck. Kendall removed the protective cover from the hot tub and turned on the heat. When it reached the desired temperature, he flipped the switch to turn on the jets, causing the water to shake and bubble.

Carlos entered first and stood as he helped his wife in and Kendall didn’t hesitate to enter once they were both seated. As the warmth began to relax their muscles, they talked about nothing in particular. Eventually they were lulled into a comfortable silence.

The silence didn’t last too long before Stephanie felt something lightly brush against her leg, causing her to giggle softly. She shot Kendall a funny look and he raised an eyebrow. Stephanie was quiet for a few minutes before she let out a full blown laugh.

“Stop it, Kendall. That tickles.” She splashed water in his direction.
“What are you talking about?”

“Kendall, I can’t believe you’re trying to play footsie with me with Carlos right here.” She giggle and splashed him again.

“Stephanie, I’m not doing anything.” Kendall said defensively.

She gave him a knowing look. “Yeah, right.” She didn’t believe him one minute especially now that the tickling had stopped.

The three went back to relaxing. Stephanie closed her eyes and let out a deep sigh. She could feel herself starting to drift off to sleep when something tickled her leg again. Now she was getting angry, why couldn’t Kendall just let her be?

She blindly grabbed at the source of her discomfort, very surprised to be holding on to something that was definitely not Kendall’s foot. She froze, fear etched on her face.

“Kendall, please tell me you’re joking around.”

He stared at her with wide eyes. He wasn’t doing anything.

Stephanie slowly brought her hand to the surface, clutching the object that had been tickling her. It was heavier than she expected it to be, and the texture was oddly familiar. Her eyes were closed tightly. She was scared to look at it, but even more afraid not to. She was shaking as she slowly opened her eyes and looked down at what she had pulled from the water.

She was stunned into silence for a moment before letting out a scream of terror. She leapt out of the hot tub and started to hyperventilate. Carlos was instantly at her side trying to calm her down.

“What is it, baby? What’s wrong?”

She tried to speak, but words would not come out. All she could do was cry and point to the hot tub. Carlos looked over to see that Kendall was still inside. He looked like a deer in head lights: eyes wide and timid. The Latino followed Kendall’s gaze to the water and let out a choked sound when he saw what was causing their distress: James’ head.

Kendall, a closet, and a pie

squoctobird — Mon, 11 Jul 2011 02:00:24 GMT

Title: Kendall, a closet, and a pie
Author: Melly aka squoctobird
Disclaimer: I do not own Big Time Rush
Fandom: BTR
Pairings/Characters: Kendall/Pie/Logan
Rating: M
Summary: Kendall let's his mind wander while hiding with a pie. Basically PWP
+ This is a (late) birthday present for gleechild. She is the best and I love her so much. She also proof read this for me. <3

Kendall was crouched down, hidden behind a door to a closet that was cracked open just enough for him to peer out. In his hand he held a whipped cream pie. He had been in this position for at least 15 minutes, waiting for an unsuspecting victim to walk by.

There were only a few people left in the prank war and Kendall was expected to win like he did almost every year. And he liked winning. Not just because of his competitiveness. Not just because of the cheesy yet awesome crown he would win. No. Kendall’s favorite part of winning was celebrating in private with his boyfriend. And what a celebration it would be.

A few months before the move to LA, Logan and Kendall had started dating. Their friendship had always been very touchy feely and one night the touching turned to kissing and feeling turned to love. To an outsider it appeared that the two were very close, but those that knew them the best were the ones who knew just how close. The couple didn’t flaunt their relationship or perform any PDA that they didn’t share before the change. Those moments were theirs, saved for private times together. Something that was only meant for them to share with each other.

Kendall let his mind wander to some of those private moments as he waited. His thoughts started out innocent enough, how soft Logan’s lips were when they grazed his skin or the relaxation he felt when Logan ran his fingers through his blonde hair, but his mind refused to stay tame. Soon he was picturing the brunette’s naked form sprawled out on his bed. He thought of the boy’s smooth milky skin under his touch. He thought of the small giggle that erupted from the boy’s mouth as he surfed over his ticklish spots with his fingers. How Logan’s breath would hitch at the lightest touch of his inner thigh. The blonde felt his pants tighten at the thoughts as his erection grew, begging to be released. Crouching was no longer an optimal position, so he sat down with his legs stretched out in front of him.

He tried to clear his mind but his resolve didn’t last very long. Soon the blonde was palming himself through his jeans, hissing at the friction it created. But it wasn’t enough. Kendall hastily unzipped his pants and lowered them slightly, releasing his pulsing cock, the cold air sending a shiver down his spine. He wrapped a hand around his member and started to pump harshly, thinking of the last time he had celebratory sex with Logan.

It was after prom. There would have been sex involved anyway, but Logan had somehow been crowned king. Kendall remember how hot Logan had looked in his tux and that huge grin on his face as he wore his crown. He couldn’t wait to fuck that grin right off, but Logan had other plans up his sleeve. He took charge in the bedroom that night, and rode Kendall like there was no tomorrow, crown on his head the whole time.

Kendall leaned back on his free hand to steady himself, but slipped when his hand landed in pie. He stared at his hand that was now covered in the white, sugary substance, and he got an idea. He switched hands and used the pie as lubrication.

He closed his eyes and envisioned Logan riding his cock like he did that night. He bit his lip, trying to suppress the moans crawling up his throat, but they came out as grunts instead. Kendall could feel himself getting closer and closer to his release and he couldn’t stifle himself any longer. He growled out an “oh Logan” as he shot out lines of cum over his abdomen and hand, the two white substances mixing together as he rode out his orgasm.

He laid back on the floor trying to catch his breath when he heard the door creak open. His head shot up and he fumbled trying to cover himself. He heard a chuckle that he knew all too well.

“Looks like you pranked yourself out this year,” Logan said with a smirk on his face as he looked down at an adorably flustered Kendall.

“What? I so did not,” the blonde protested.

“I think the whipped cream on your cock says otherwise.”

Kendall pouted. He hated losing and now he wouldn’t get his celebratory sex. He crossed his arms over his chest and huffed.

“Awww, don’t pout. How about I help you clean up?”

Before Kendall could respond, Logan was on his knees with Kendall’s dick in his mouth. The blonde groaned at the warm wetness that engulfed him. The brunette bobbed his head and swirled his tongue, the sweet and bitter liquids fighting to dominate his taste buds. Strong hands fisted Logan’s hair and he was no longer in control. The blonde started thrusting into his mouth, causing the smaller boy to gag but he quickly recovered. But Kendall wasn’t satisfied; Logan’s mouth wasn’t enough. He needed to claim him.

And then they had sex. The end.

I Will Be Lord of the Pranks - Chapter 2

squoctobird — Sat, 09 Jul 2011 02:59:54 GMT

Title: I Will Be Lord of the Pranks Chapter 2
Author: Melly aka squoctobird
Disclaimer: I do not own Big Time Rush or the movie this story is based on
Fandom: BTR
Pairings/Characters: Logan/Camille, Carlos/Stephanie, Jett/Jo, Kendall, James
Rating: T +
Summary: Since the game started in middle school, Logan has never won the annual prank war. He's determined to win this year, but Kendall throws a wrench in his plans when he cancels it. Logan decides to do his pranks anyway, but does he take it too far?.
Notes: This story is based on cult classic horror film. I can't tell you which one because that will ruin the ending! But if you figure it out, then you get the satisfaction of knowing the twist before it happens!
Warning: horror fic, lots of implied violence
+ Thanks to insanegolfur who beta'd and proof read for me.
+ Dedicated to gleechild

The uncle’s cabin was perfect for those who wanted to get away from it all. It was literally in the middle of nowhere, on the outskirts of a town that was nearly deserted. Most businesses went under when they built the new highway, and in turn many of the residents left as well. The property was surround on all sides by woods and the dirt road to reach the cabin was located off of the old highway.

The cabin itself was rather large. It was two stories tall with a porch that wrapped around to the left side. A deck was attached to the back with a hot tub that had a perfect view of the large rose garden.

Downstairs was a moderately sized kitchen and an adjacent dinning room. The living room was generous and inviting with leather furniture and a huge fireplace. There was also a game room complete with a billiard table, darts, and an old timey jukebox.

Upstairs was a large master bedroom with a king sized bed and adjoining bathroom. This room also had a balcony overlooking the back end of the property where the nearby lake could just barely been seen. There were two smaller rooms with queen sized beds, a room with a full sized bed, and a room set up with bunk beds.

Logan and Camille had arrived a day before the others to settle in and to make sure everything was ready to go. He took care of some minor cleaning and made sure all the linens were fresh in all of the room. Despite his protests, she spent most of her time in the kitchen preparing for the large dinner she would be cooking the next day. Logan had wanted her to relax as much as possible, but she insisted, and when it came down to it, she could always get her way when she really wanted to.

Jo and Jett were the first to arrive in the late next afternoon. He started to complain that no one was there to take their bags upstairs, but a good elbow to the ribs and a harsh look from Jo had shut him up pretty quickly. He grabbed their things and started to head up the stairs.

“Pick whichever room you want, Jett. Logan and I are in the first one on the left,” Camille called up after him. He mumbled an unintelligible response causing both girls to roll their eyes.

“Sorry,” Jo apologized.

“Don’t worry about it,” Camille said with a smile. “I’m just so glad you two could make it. I feel like I haven’t seen you in ages, Jo.” She hugged the blonde girl tightly. She closed her eyes and a tear fell. She quickly wiped it away when the pulled a part, hoping the other hadn’t noticed, but she had.

“Camille? Why are you crying?”

She sniffled a bit and quickly regained her composure. “Oh, it’s nothing, Jo. Just hormones.”

“Are you sure? Is everything okay with you and Log-”

Jo was interrupted by someone whooping in the front yard. The two girls followed the sound outside and found Carlos and James dancing together. Stephanie was standing nearby just shaking her head at the boys’ behavior.

“The Hollywood Party Kings of Hollywood have arrived,” James said with a grin. The two boys bumped their fists together making the sound of an explosion as they parted.

“They’ve been like this the whole drive from the airport,” Stephanie said exasperated.

Camille laughed and motioned for them to come inside. “The bedrooms are upstairs.”

The men took the luggage up to the rooms, leaving the women alone. Camille lead them back to the kitchen where she continued to get dinner ready. The three were chit chatting among themselves when Jett, James and Carlos returned.

“Dinner smells amazing, Camille,” Carlos said, “How much longer until we eat?”

She giggled. Carlos would never change. He always had food on the brain. “It shouldn’t be too much longer. We’ll eat as soon as Kendall gets here.”

“Speak of the devil,” Jett said as Kendall entered the cabin.

“Hey, guys,” He greeted. He set his bags down and gave Camille a hug. When they pulled apart, he bent down and placed a hand on her belly. “How’s little Kendall doing?”

She swatted his hand away playfully. “We’re not naming the baby after you, Kendall.” Everyone laughed. Kendall stuck his bottom lip out in a fake pout before joining in the laughter.

“And where’s the father to be?”

“Yeah, we haven’t seen Logan since we got here,” Carlos said.

“Oh. I’m not sure actually. He was taking care of a few things around the house. Maybe check the den?” Camille said as she pointed to the direction of the living room. James and Carlos started to follow after Kendall but she asked them to help set the table. Now that everyone had arrived, they would eat very soon.

Kendall walked down the hall to the den. The room was dark minus a small sliver of light coming through the window. Logan was on the couch sitting perfectly still looking at something intently. Kendall followed his gaze to see that he was staring at nothing but the wall. It was really odd.

“Logan?”

He didn’t answer.

Kendall said his name again, but louder this time. The smaller boy was still oblivious. It wasn’t until the blonde sat beside him and waved a hand in front of his face that Logan snapped out of whatever trance he was in.

“Hey, Kendall. When did you get here?”

“Just a few minutes ago. Are you okay?”

Logan’s posture became more relaxed and his patented crooked smile came upon his face. “Yeah. I’m great.”

Kendall gave him a confused look but decided not to press the issue. Before he could say anything else, Logan stood up and started to head towards the door.

“Come on. By the smell of things, I bet dinner is ready.”

--

The next morning James got ready for his daily run. He tried to run at least a mile everyday and he was looking forward to taking in the fresh air of the area. It would be a huge contrast to the smoggy air of LA. He put on his track pants, a black tank top and laced up his running shoes and made his way downstairs to the trail.

As he ran along the trail he thought about the lake. Yes, he would definitely be taking a swim there at some point during this vacation. It would be a nice change from the chlorine filled pools of hotels and high rises and more calming than the harsh waves and salt water of the ocean.

He hadn’t swum in a lake since he was a kid back in Minnesota. Even during the summer the weather was still cool and the waters would be too cold for swimming, but there was always that short stretch in July where the temperatures rose before the thunderstorm season set in. Frequent trips to the local lake would occur during this time.

He thought of the lake near his house. It was the same lake that they played ice hockey on during the winter months and had so many memories. Because of his athletic build, James had always been a strong swimmer. In fact, if the school had a swim team he would have definitely made captain. Logan on the other hand was a fair swimmer and was still very timid in the water. The last time the four boys swam together-

James was brought out of his thoughts abruptly when he lost his footing and felt himself being hoisted up in the air by his right foot. After a moment (or two) of sheer panic, he realized what happened. He had inadvertently stumbled into some sort of trap, which he assumed was used for hunting, and was now hanging upside down by a rope attached to a nearby tree. He rolled his eyes, partially at himself for being in this ridiculous situation and partially because, honestly, what idiot would put a hunting trap in the middle of a hiking trail?

James was very strong. He worked out on a regular basis and, as he liked to show off on many occasions, he had amazing abs and a strong core. Unfortunately, none of this could help him now due to the lack of leverage. There was no way he was going to get out of this mess alone. Luckily he had brought his cell phone with him.

He reached in his pants’ pocket only to find it empty. He let out a frustrated groan as he looked towards the ground. His phone had fallen out. Great. Now what was he going to do? He had left a note that he went for a run but it was still pretty early for a vacation day. He knew for sure that Kendall and Carlos were dead to the world and he doubted that Jett would be up either. Logan was an early riser but James hadn’t been gone long enough for anyone to be worried about him yet. He could be stranded there for hours and with all the blood rushing to his head he would eventually pass out.

He wasn’t sure how much time had passed when he heard a twig snap. He turned his head towards the sound. His vision was blurry, but he could make out a figure that resembled a person.

“I see you’ve fallen victim to my rope snare,” the figure said.

“Logan?” James blinked his eyes quickly trying to clear his vision.

“Hi, James,” he said simply.

“Don’t just stand there. Help me down!”

But he did just stand there. He stood there and looked at James. He looked him straight in the eye. James blinked his eyes furiously, straining to see Logan clearly and meet his gaze. He didn’t recognize the emotion he saw there. It made him feel uneasy. He chuckled nervously.

Logan had a crooked grin on his face as he revealed the machete he was hiding behind his back. Before James could say anything, he brought the weapon above his head and brought it down hastily with as much strength as he could muster. There was a scream followed by a thud as James’ body fell to the ground.

This Car Hears My Confessions #1

squoctobird — Thu, 07 Jul 2011 01:39:10 GMT

Title: This Car Hears My Confessions #1
Author: Melly aka squoctobird
Disclaimer: I do not own Big Time Rush or Dashboard Confessional
Fandom: BTR
Pairings/Characters: Logan/Camille
Rating: G (will vary for each chapter)
Summary: Drabbles/ficlets/one shots based on lyrics from Dashboard Confessional. Each will center around Logan. Pairings will range from none, to friendship, to romantic and may contain slash.
Lyric: And you stood at your door with your hands on my waist and you kissed me liked you meant it. And I knew that you meant it.
+ Thanks to gleechild who beta'd and proof read for me.

Logan/Camille - Hands Down

And you stood at your door with your hands on my waist and you kissed me like you meant it. And I knew that you meant it.

After months of internally debating his feelings, Logan finally asked Camille out on a date. It was simple but sweet. They went to dinner at a cozy Italian place and then for a walk in Palmwoods Park. When they returned to the hotel, Logan walked her to her apartment. He stood there, awkwardly, not knowing what to do, when suddenly soft lips were pressed against his. Camille had kissed him plenty of times in the past and each prior kiss had been just as spontaneous. This one was different though. It didn't feel forced or dramatic. It felt real.

I Will Be Lord of the Pranks - Chapter 1

squoctobird — Sun, 26 Jun 2011 02:52:46 GMT

Title: I Will Be Lord of the Pranks Chapter 1
Author: Melly aka squoctobird
Disclaimer: I do not own Big Time Rush or the movie this story is based on
Fandom: BTR
Pairings/Characters: Logan/Camille, Carlos/Stephanie, Jett/Jo, Kendall, James
Rating: T +
Summary: Since the game started in middle school, Logan has never won the annual prank war. He's determined to win this year, but Kendall throws a wrench in his plans when he cancels it. Logan decides to do his pranks anyway, but does he take it too far?.
Notes: This story is based on cult classic horror film. I can't tell you which one because that will ruin the ending! But if you figure it out, then you get the satisfaction of knowing the twist before it happens!
Warning: horror fic, lots of implied violence
+ Thanks to insanegolfur who beta'd and proof read for me.
+ Dedicated to gleechild

It had been seven years since Big Time Rush disbanded. The boys graduated from high school and decided the time was right to move on; to pursue their own dreams.

Kendall had moved back to Minnesota to attend school. Though he was unable to play on a hockey team while doing Big Time Rush, he never let his skills wane and was able to get a spot on the school’s team with a walk-on tryout. After his first year, he receive a hockey scholarship and went on to be one of the top players at the school. His senior year, he was drafted to the NHL.

Jo and Kendall had realized they were better off as friends and broke up during the summer before their senior year of high school. She eventually started to date her costar Jett Stetson to whom she was now engaged. Everyone was surprised that Jett could ever love someone other than himself, but Jo swore there was more to him than just his ego; that once you got past his vanity, he was actually a very likable guy.

James had stayed behind in LA to pursue a solo career. Because of Big Time Rush’s success, his name was already out there and it wasn’t hard to be picked up by a major label. Although he didn’t sign with Rocque Records, he still had a close relationship with Gustavo and has collaborated with him on several songs over the years.

Carlos hung around LA for a couple of years to be with his girlfriend Stephanie as she worked her way up in the indie horror business. A year after they were married, the couple moved to New York because Stephanie had gotten a job on a new horror series for HBO being filmed there.

Much to his dismay, Carlos was never hit with a radioactive meteor, but he never gave up on his dream of being hero. He considered being a policeman like his father, but he wasn’t exactly comfortable with guns. He struggled a few years trying to decide what to do as a career, but it was in New York that he found his calling; he became a firefighter.

Logan had also stayed in California, but moved up to Menlo Park to attend Stanford University. He had been offered scholarships at various prestigious schools across the country, but a silly thing called love will make any man turn down a scholarship to Harvard.

He and Camille had finally given up on the whole on again, off again relationship and were very much in love when Logan graduated high school. When he finished undergrad, the two were married. He currently had one year left of med school before starting his residency and Camille had put her acting career on hold because she was pregnant with their first child.

Despite the distance and time differences, the four boys were still very close. They had four-way video chats nearly every Friday night and would visit each other when schedules would allow. They even got together every year to have their annual prank war.

Kendall was the reigning High King Lord of the Pranks and had won the competition more times than any of the other boys. Logan on the other hand, had never won. In fact, half of the time he would prank himself before the game even started. He decided that this would be the year he would win. No matter the cost, he would out prank his best friends.

--

“We’re too old for this,” Kendall said looking at his three friends on the screen of his laptop.

“What?!” the other three said in unison.

Kendall let out a sigh. He knew they wouldn’t immediately take to the idea.

“Look guys. How much longer do you think our annual prank war will fit into our schedules? We’re adults now, with adult responsibilities. Carlos and Logan are married and Logan has a baby on the way! Face it, it’s going to be harder and harder to find the time when we can all be together.”

“But Kendall, this was our one thing. Our one thing that we could always do together,” Logan said, trying to hide his extreme disappointment.

“And it will always be our thing. We can talk about these pranks for the rest of our lives,” Kendall paused a moment. “It’s just, we should use the little time we have doing things together, not fighting each other.”

Carlos had his arms crossed over his chest and his brows furrowed together. “Kendall, you know it’s not really fighting. It’s all in good fun.”

“I know, Carlos. I know. We do have fun, but I’d rather spend time together. Not off alone plotting against the rest of you.”

“Maybe he’s right,” James said. He received surprised looks from the other boys, even Kendall. “It is going to be harder for us to get together soon. Logan, when the baby gets here, and you’re doing your residency training, there’s no way you will have the time.”

“Wait, so this is all my fault?” Logan said, getting angry.

“That’s not what I’m saying,” James said defending himself. He started to speak again but was interrupted by Logan.

“Then what are you saying, James?”

Kendall stepped in to try and diffuse the situation. “Calm down, Logie. Why are you getting so upset about this? You hardly even played. You always prank yourself out.”

Logan couldn’t help but get angrier. They just didn’t understand. He was going to win this year, he could feel it. But for some reason his friends didn’t have faith in him. Didn’t have faith in his abilities to win the prank war and apparently didn’t have faith in his ability to handle being a new father, his job and his friends at the same time.

“Well, since it’s obviously my fault you don’t want to keep playing , then maybe you guys should just do it with out me!”

Before the other three could say anything Logan shut his web cam off.

“That went well,” Kendall said sarcastically.

--

Logan sat at his desk, pinching the bridge of his nose with his eyes closed tightly. He took a few deep breaths to calm himself down. It wasn’t like him to snap like that, especially at his best friends, but he was running low on sleep due to exams And canceling the game had hit him hard. A lot harder than he could have imagined it would. Maybe his friends didn’t realize he had never won. They probably didn’t know how much it meant to him to win, just once.

All of the boys were competitive, but losing didn’t effect Logan the same as the other boys. He was sort of, well, used to it. Yes, he was great at hockey, but he never excelled in other sports. It just wasn’t his strong suit. Math, science, logic- he was good at those things. They all had a definitive answer. Maybe that’s why he always lost the prank war. There were too many variables to take in to account and so many different outcomes. He would always try too hard and prank himself out.

He let out a deep sigh as he opened his eyes and dropped his hand down to his lap. He jumped when a quaint hand on his shoulder startled him. He turned to see Camille. She gave him a sheepish smile and then looked at him with concern.

“Are you okay?”

“I just had a fight with the guys. Kendall canceled the prank war.”

“Oh, baby, I’m sorry. I know how much you were looking forward to it.”

“I was going to win this year, Camille. It was going to be perfect.”

He pulled her onto his lap and she rested her head on his shoulder. He inhaled deeply, his senses overwhelmed by the smell of her strawberry shampoo and vanilla body wash. One hand gently caressed through her curls and the other went to rest on her slight baby bump. Camille was about three months along in her pregnancy and was just starting to show. This brought a smile to his face.

Logan was excited about becoming a father. He was also worried sick. Worrying was just in his nature. He had always been cautious, overly so sometimes, but Camille’s pregnancy had brought out the worst of it. He had her on a special diet, hired a maid to take care of the house, and even pulled a few strings to get her the best OB doctor around. His friends canceling the prank war just added to his worry. If his friends didn’t think he could handle having a newborn while going to school, then maybe he couldn’t. He didn’t want to end up like his father, walking out on his family just because he couldn’t handle the stress.

His brows were furrowed together. He always did that when he was thinking, especially when he was over thinking. He had a tendency to do that, to over think. It contributed to his indecisiveness. Camille looked at him and could practically hear the gears turning in Logan’s head.

“You’re going to hurt yourself.”

“Huh?” He said, dazed.

“You’re thinking to hard. You’re going to hurt yourself,” she teased.

He didn’t seem to hear her this time, still lost in his own mind. “I was thinking….” he started.

She giggled. “I think we’ve established that.”

“That we should go on vacation. All of us. Me. You. The guys. Even Jo and Jett.”

“Oh. Kay,” she replied. This whole vacation idea came out of no where. It was really random.

“I have an uncle with a large cabin in Fairvale. It has a rose garden and a lake. I’m sure it’s gorgeous this time of year.”

Logan had a look on his face that Camille couldn’t quite place. He had this almost crazed look in his eye. She’d be lying if she said it didn’t creep her out a bit, but she trusted her husband.

squoctobird — Sun, 19 Jun 2011 15:59:24 GMT

So on tumblr, I help out with a blog called Big Time Horror and Supernatural where we share fic and graphics and such with horror/supernatural BTR cross overs. Since a majority of my stories fit into that category, I've gotten in the habit of making a graphic for my stories, so I can post on that tumblr (or my personal one if it doesn't fit that theme) So anyways, under the cut are the graphics I've made for some of my stories. I haven't been posting them here..... Big Time Addiction was the first one I shared. Would you want to see them posted with the stories? Maybe under the cut so it wouldn't clog your friends pages? I dunno. Anyways, here's what I've made so far:

Son of Re-Animator

Big Time Addiction

squoctobird — Sun, 19 Jun 2011 05:04:07 GMT

Title: Big Time Addiction
Author: Melly aka squoctobird
Disclaimer: I do not own Big Time Rush or this plot really
Fandom: BTR
Pairings/Characters: Logan centric
Rating: T
Summary: Pills. He just needs them to study. You can’t study if you’re tired. You can‘t pass if you‘re tired.. And failure is not an option.
Notes: This story is based on a great episode of Saved by the Bell called "Jessie's Song." It was started to pretty much troll those of us who grew up in the 80s. I was going to write it half heartedly and see who would get the reference. (Sort of like my story The Weekend) But it transformed into more than just a joke and I'm really proud of it.
Warning: Drug abuse
+ Thanks to insanegolfur who beta'd and proof read for me, and also helped write the test taking scene.
+ Dedicated to totallygay81, because he's my favorite XD

Logan Mitchell sat at the kitchen table sipping from his ‘I heart Math’ mug with his face buried in a text book. “Yuck! I hate coffee!” he whined as he poured himself another glass.

“So why are you drinking it?” Kendall asked as he entered the kitchen area.

“To stay awake.” Logan let out an annoyed sigh. “I’ve been staying up late to study for the SAT’s this weekend.”

“You’re the smartest person I know, Logan. You’re going to do fine.”

Logan took the cup of sugar and put three spoonfuls in his coffee before tilting it to the side and pouring nearly half it’s contents into the mug. It was the only way he could tolerate the bitter liquid. “Being smart isn’t good enough, Kendall. There are people with straight A’s that don’t get accepted in highly competitive colleges. I have to get a high score if I want to get in to one of the top medical schools.”

James joined the two boys in the kitchen and began scrounging around the cabinets for a snack. After settling for a granola bar, he took the seat next to Logan at the table.

“Are you ever going to take a break?”

“Nope. Can’t.” Logan didn’t even look up from his book.

“Well, you’re gonna have to,” he commented as he pulled out his phone to view the text message he just received, “Gustavo wants us in the studio in thirty minutes.”

Logan groaned and dropped his head to the table in frustration. James placed a comforting hand on the smaller boy’s shoulder.

“A break will do you good, Logie. And when we get back I’ll help you study.”

“But that’s prime tanning time, James. You‘ll bail on me as soon as you see the pool.”

“No. I promise. Missing one day isn’t the end of the world.” James shrugged nonchalantly. “I’ll just stay longer tomorrow.”

A small smile crept up Logan’s face. “Okay, James. Thanks. It means a lot.”

--

The boys entered Rocque Records and filed into Gustavo‘s office. Logan lagged behind slightly; he was just so tired. He really didn’t want to be here. He wasn’t sure how he was going to make it through this day. The coffee didn’t seem to be helping much. At least when he was studying he was sitting down, but here he would be standing up while singing and dancing.

“Dogs! Today we’re learning a new song,” Gustavo bellowed as he handed out the sheet music.

“I’m So Excited?” Kendall questioned with an eyebrow raised. “Isn’t this song from the 80s?”

“Yes it is. Griffin wants to try and pull in an older demographic. He thinks that we can draw in ladies in their late twenties and early thirties by covering a song from their teens,” Gustavo explained.

Kendall had a skeptical look on his face, but James was eating the whole situation up. “And once we draw them in, they’ll stay because no one can resist ‘the face.’” James said doing his typical jazz fingers movement.

“Wasn’t this sung by a girl group?” Logan said in a weary voice.

“Yes. But what does it matter? Do you want me to hand it over to Kat’s Krew?” Gustavo said, anger growing in his voice.

James stood up, and raised his hands up signaling for Gustavo to stop. “No. No. Of course we don’t.” He shot a glare at Logan.

“I think the song sounds fun!” Carlos said. “I’m so excited! And I just can’t hide it!” He started to sing as he jumped up and down on Gustavo’s couch.

“Dogs! Into the booth! Let’s lay down a rough track.” Gustavo shuffled the boys out of his office and made his way to the control room.

--

Logan did a pretty good job of staying focused while they sang the song. Standing was actually no big deal when he had his mind occupied by the melody he was singing. Dancing was a whole other story.

Even after Mr. X showed him the new move at least ten times, Logan still couldn’t grasp it. Exhaustion was creeping in and his limbs didn’t want to cooperate. It was inevitable that he would fall at some point during the rehearsal and when he did, Mr. X’s patience crumbled.

“I do not have X-time for this!” he huffed, “I will be back in fifteen minutes. Get your X-act together!” He left the dance studio mumbling something incoherent about bad dancers, but Logan knew it was about him.

It was a known fact that he was the weakest dancer of the four, but today was just embarrassing. He was letting Mr. X down; the band down; his friends down. He couldn’t do that to them. He had to come up with a solution- something better than coffee. He would never understand how something that smelled so good could taste so foul, but he went to the break room and downed another cup anyways. The boost of caffeine helped him get through the rest of practice, but just barely. He was so drained that he fell asleep in the limo before they even left the parking lot.

--

James and Logan sat on the couch going over definitions of words on the SAT study guide list. When James volunteered to help Logan study, he hadn’t anticipated they would still be at it until midnight. They had been studying for over four hours!

“Dichotomy. Wait this can’t be a real word.”

“It is James. It means-”

“These big words are hurting my brain. I’m tired! Look, it’s close to midnight. You know how cranky I am in the morning if I don’t get my full eight,” James complained.

“Please, James. Just another hour?” Logan begged. “Here, you can take one of these.” Logan handed a small pill bottle to the other boy.

“Keep Alerts?”

“Yeah, just like coffee but with out the bad taste. I got them this afternoon at the drugstore.”

“Aren’t these a lot stronger than coffee?” James questioned.

“Maybe….” Logan shrugged.

James had a worried look on his face. “The label says ‘may be habit forming.’ You shouldn’t be taking these, Logan.”

“They sell these over the counter. They’re fine.”

James wasn’t convinced and raised a suspicious eyebrow at the smaller boy. “I think they’re dangerous.”

“Maybe you’re right,” Logan lied. He was in no mood to fight. He needed to study and arguing with James would just waste his precious time.

James smiled. “Good, now I’m going to bed. I think you should too.”

Logan nodded and James squeezed his shoulder before leaving for his bedroom. As soon as James was out of sight, Logan popped two of the red tablets in his mouth and swallowed them with a gulp of water.

“I just need to stay up a few more hours.”

--

The annoying buzz of Logan’s alarm clock sounded at exactly 6:00 am. His eyes were heavy with sleep and he struggled to open them. He stayed up until about four studying and if he got out of bed now he would have another two hours of study time before they had to go to school.

Logan stood up and yawned as he stretched. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes before walking quietly over to his desk hoping to not wake Kendall. He took a deep breath before grabbing the bottle of Keep Alerts and taking two in his mouth. He swallowed them down with some water from a half empty water bottle and pulled out a math text book. After the two hours had passed, Logan was bright eyed and bushy tailed. He wasn’t tired at all. In fact he felt energized.

Unfortunately this feeling didn’t last. About halfway through class, Logan started to feel tired again. He was having trouble keeping his eyes open. This did not go unnoticed by Ms. Collins.

“Logan!”

He startled awake with a small yelp. He forgot where he was for a moment, but soon realized he was in class. His face grew red with embarrassment and he offered a sheepish apology. Ms. Collins gave him a disappointed looked and told him to go to the bathroom and throw some cold water on his face. Logan nodded and left the classroom dejectedly.

He entered the bathroom and stared at himself in the mirror. Logan was not pleased with his reflection. Dark bags were starting to form under his eyes. He let out a deep sigh before turning on the faucet and splashing the cool water on his face. It was refreshing, but it wasn’t enough to overcome his fatigue.

As he dried his face with a paper towel his mind flashed to the pills in his back pack. Yes, technically it was too soon to take some more, but Logan was really tired. He popped two tablets in his mouth and swallowed them down quickly with a handful of water from the faucet. He felt a little guilty, but he knew this wouldn’t be a regular thing. He just needed some extra help to make it through the day.

“Feeling better, Logan?” Ms. Collins asked as he re-entered the classroom.

“Yes ma’am.” His face turned red again at the extra attention received by his classmates. He went back to his desk quickly and slumped down in his chair trying to hide. The rest of school went by smoothly. Logan was fully alert and didn’t feel the slightest hint of drowsiness.

Before she dismissed class, the blonde teacher cleared her throat to gain everyone’s attention. “Remember, everyone! The final draft of your term papers are due on Friday!”

Several groans could be heard from the students, but Logan was mentally face-palming himself. He had completely forgot! He was the type of student to get things done quickly and often turned in his projects and papers in early. Somehow this had slipped by him and he couldn’t believe it was due this week of all weeks. Luckily he did have a rough draft complete and didn’t have much left to do to it. Just edit it and type it, make a bibliography and title page, write a summary… Actually, he still had quite a bit to finish.

After class, the boys had an hour and a half before they had to be at the studio for rehearsal. Logan decided to take this time to start typing his term paper. The sooner he got this assignment out of the way the sooner he could focus completely on studying.

Logan had been typing away at his laptop when he let out a huge yawn. He was starting to feel tired again. He did his best to ignore it, but his vision started to blur. He reached in his back pack and pulled out the Keep Alerts. He hesitated for a moment, but then quickly popped two tablets in his mouth. He swallowed them down with the soda he was drinking. Every little bit helped, right?

--

To say that Logan was hyper at the beginning of rehearsal would be an understatement. He couldn’t stand still and he was bouncing around. For once, someone made Carlos look like a sedentary person. Just like a sugar rush, Logan’s caffeine high eventually came crashing down. Luckily Gustavo interrupted dance practice to make an announcement.

“Dogs!,” he hollered, “I just got of the phone with Griffin. He wants you to perform the new song at his wife’s poodle’s birthday party. And since some of you are having a hard time learning the dance moves,” he shot a look in Logan’s direction, “there will be an extra practices this week. Including Friday night.”

“But I have the SAT Saturday morning!” Logan protested. “Friday is my last night to study. Plus, I’ve got to finish this term paper…. and there’s the science club meeting… and I’m sure James, Kendall and Carlos are going to need help with their math homework. There’s no way I can do it all this week!”

Before Gustavo could yell at the pale boy, Kendall stepped up and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. “Don’t worry, Logie. I know you can do it. You’ve never let us down before.” Logan looked up at his blonde friend with a sad smile and nodded.

When the boys got home Logan headed straight to his room to continue working on his term paper. As his computer was booting up, he popped two more Keep Alerts in his mouth with out the slightest hesitation or moral dilemma and swallowed them dry.

The next few days went by similarly. Logan would take two pills to stay awake and study. Two pills in the morning to study. Two pills to stay awake in class. Two pills after school. Two pills before practice. Two pills when he got home. Lather, rinse, repeat. It was a vicious cycle. At the slightest hint of drowsiness, Logan would take more pills.

Thursday evening when Logan returned home from the science club meeting, James was sitting on his bed with his arms crossed over his chest. He had been waiting for the small brunette.

“I found this in your trashcan,” the pretty boy said holding up an empty bottle of Keep Alerts. “I thought you were going to stop taking them?”

“I need them to stay awake and study, okay.”

“No it’s not okay. These are dangerous, Logie. I‘m worried about you”

Logan scoffed. “James, I think I know what I’m doing. Future doctor, remember?“ He was the smart one after all. He didn’t need the pretty one to lecture him about caffeine pills. “Maybe you should mind your business.”

James started to respond but was cut off.

“Now if you don’t mind, I’d like to get some studying done. Can you please go away?”

The taller boy sighed and walked away. He looked over his shoulder back towards Logan before he made his exit. If looks could kill, then James would surely be dead.

After their conversation, James was even more worried about Logan. It wasn’t like him to snap at people. James wasn’t sure what to do so he went to the person that knew Logan the best: Kendall. He found the blonde sitting on the couch reading a magazine.

“Kendall, do you have a minute? I need to talk to you about something”

“Sure, James. What’s up?”

“I don’t know how to say this exactly, but Logan has a problem. He’s taking drugs.”

“Drugs? Are you crazy?”

James hesitated for a moment. “He’s been taking these caffeine pills to help him stay awake to study. I think he’s hooked on them.”

Kendall laughed. “James. I’m sure you’re confused. They’re probably just vitamins or something. Logan‘s way to smart to do drugs.”

“But….”

“No, I’m not going to listen to this, James.” Kendall stood up, angry. “Logan’s my best friend and I know he would never do anything like that. I’m going down to the pool.”

He threw his magazine on the coffee table and stormed out of the apartment. James sat there and dropped his head into his hands. If Kendall wasn’t going to help him, then what was he going to do?

--

Logan’s alarm went off at 6:30 am on Saturday morning. He got up, showered, ate breakfast and took his morning dose of Keep Alerts. He gathered his calculator, pencils and everything else he needed for the test. Feeling good about himself, he exited the apartment and made his way to the testing site.

Logan arrived early, a little too early. He was sent to a classroom and had ten minutes to wait before the test began. Those ten minutes seemed like an eternity. Logan couldn’t sit still; eyes darted from one end of the room to the other, hands clutched in his lap, and sweat dripped down his forehead. Finally, the proctor passed out the tests and gave them permission to begin. Grateful, Logan dived into the first section. He worked quickly and finished with a loud pencil slap on the desk. The other students in the room glared at him. He gave them an apologetic smile and then waited for the remaining portions of the test. He sped through the last two sections just as quickly, occasionally mumbling quietly to himself. When he finished the last question he was unable to restrain himself and raised his hands with a shout of victory. He once again received glares, not only from the students, but from the proctor as well. Luckily, he didn’t have to stay any longer. He turned in his test and shuffled out of them room.

--

Kendall entered room he shared with Logan to find the smaller boy sleeping soundly. The blonde hated to wake him, it had been a tiring week for him to say the least, but they had to leave for the concert. He shook him lightly.

“Logie. Time to get up.”

“Kendall?” he said, his voice heavy with sleep.

“Yeah, come on buddy.”

Logan looked around the room, dazed. “What time is it? I need to take the SATs.”

“What are you talking about? You took the test this morning. Don’t you remember?”

“I did?”

“Yeah. Come on. Get up. It’s 5 o’clock.”

Logan stood up. “Where are we going?”

Kendall raised an eyebrow. “We’re singing tonight. The party at Griffin’s house?”

“That’s tonight?” His mind was really fuzzy.

“Yeah, we gotta go now.” Kendall grabbed Logan’s hand, trying to lead him out of the room.

“Wait.” Logan jerked his hand away. “I don’t know what to wear!” He started to run towards the closet but Kendall stopped him.

“Kelly’s bringing our outfits.”

Logan pinched the bridge of his nose, his memory starting to come back to him “I need to take a shower.”

“You can’t. There isn’t enough time.”

Tears started to form in Logan’s eyes. “Time? There’s never enough time! No time to sleep! No time to study!” He started to pace back and forth, slowly coming out of his sleepy stupor.

“I’ll never get into a good school. I’ll let everyone down!” His voice came out shaky as he could no longer hold back his tears. “What am I going to do, Kendall? I’m so confused!”

Kendall rubs his hand on Logan’s back soothingly. “Just calm down. Take a deep breath. It’ll be okay.”

And just like that Logan’s mood changed. “You’re right. Everything will be okay. I just need to take a couple of these.” He runs over to his desk to get a bottle of Keep Alerts.

“Pills? You mean you really are taking drugs?” Kendall couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

“I need them!”

“Logan give those to me!”

Kendall tried to grab the bottle, but knocked it out of Logan’s hand instead. The tablets fell to the floor. Logan immediately dropped to his knees trying to save his precious pills.

“I need them, Kendall! I have to sing!”

Kendall grabbed the smaller boy from behind, successfully pinning his arms down to his sides. Logan tried to struggle, but the blonde’s hold was too strong.

“No, Logan. You can’t sing tonight.”

“Yes I can!” He shouted then started to sing. “I’m so excited! I’m so excited! I‘m so… I‘m… ” His voiced caught in his throat and the pale boy started to sob. “I’m so scared!” Logan fell limp in Kendall’s arms and shook violently from his sobs. The taller boy pulled him close and hugged him tightly.

“Shhhh. Don’t be scared, Logie. I’ve got you. We’ll get through this.” Logan wrapped his arms around Kendall’s torso and cried into his chest.

“Is everything okay in here?” James stuck his head in the room. “I thought I heard someone crying….” His voice trailed off as he saw that everything was actually not okay.

“Can you call Gustavo and tell him we can’t perform tonight? Logie’s sick.”

--

Gustavo was not happy about the last minute cancellation because he knew he would receive the brunt of Griffin’s anger. He punished the boys with six hours of harmonies with no breaks on Monday, but Logan wasn’t there. After his breakdown, Kendall had spoken to Mama Knight who made an appointment for Logan to see a counselor. He was in his bed resting when the other three arrived home that evening.

“I’m sorry I let you guys down,” Logan said softly as his best friends gathered around his bed.

“Forget about that, Logie. The important thing is that you get better.” Kendall said with a smile as he squeezed the his shoulder.

“It’s all my fault. I always take on too much. I put too much pressure on myself. Why do I always have to be so perfect?” He awkwardly fiddled with the hem of his shirt.

“Don’t blame yourself,” Carlos said. “We didn’t help any. We put a lot of pressure on you, too.”

“Yeah, but you guys didn’t make me take those pills,” he looked up at the Latino. “I can’t believe I was stupid enough to get hooked on those things.” He shook his head in disappointment at himself.

“Hey, you’re not stupid. Everyone makes mistakes,” James said.

“I’m surprised you’re still talking to me, James. I wasn’t very nice to you. Can you forgive me?” Tears glossed his pleading eyes.

“Of course!” He leaned down and hugged the small brunette who smiled.

“James, I owe you an apology too,” Kendall said when the two broke their embrace. “You tried to tell me something was wrong, but I wouldn’t listen.”

He tan boy nodded. All was forgiven. He hugged the blonde but pulled off him quickly when he remembered something.

“Oh, I almost forgot!” James’ face lit up. “I got you a present!” He hands a coloring book to the boy in the bed.

Logan raised a curious eyebrow.

“Well, I know how much you like math and I wanted to get you something math related, but I figured you were tired of studying so I got you a color by number book.”

“Thanks, James. I love it.”

He smiled up at his friends. Logan knew that the road to recovery would be difficult, but as long as he had these guys by his side he could do it.

The Replacement - Chapter 12

squoctobird — Sat, 11 Jun 2011 06:17:11 GMT

Title: The Replacement - Chapter 12 (Complete)
Author: Melly aka squoctobird
Disclaimer: I do not own Big Time Rush. This is a work of fiction using REAL people as the characters.
Fandom: BTR RPF
Pairings/Characters: The boys, main cast, Curt Hansen, Dustin Belt. There will possibly be some implied slash. Depends on how you look at it.
Rating: R (eventually)
Summary: After Kendall replaces Curt as the lead in the show Big Time Rush, people in the cast and crew start to die in mysterious accidents. Is the new guy a psycho or is Curt out for revenge?
+ Inspired by various incarnations of horror films. Too many to name, really.
+ Myself and kathrynew30 are the only ones who know who the killer is. And we ain't talking. (I just HAD to tell someone =X)
+ Thanks to stoodupforlove who beta'd and proof read for me.
+ Special shout out to elizabethfaye09 who has become a good friend because of this fic. And whose comments, key smashes, and head desking encouraged me more than she will ever know.

It’s the phone call that every parent dreads. ‘Your son has been in an accident.’ David Maslow was in his car and on the way to LA before he even got off the phone with Carlos. He did his best to maintain his composure during the drive but he was a mess once he saw his only son in that hospital bed. James was a pitiful sight. His head was bandaged. An arm and a leg were in casts. He had several tubes and wires hooked to him. It was enough to make even the strongest man cry. Carlos offered his chair to David when he arrived and left him to have some alone time with James. As the Latino left the room he was confronted by the police.

“Detective Watson, what are you doing here?”

“We have reason to believe that Curt was here or may still be here. We picked up a signal on his cell phone. Have you seen or heard anything suspicious?”

Carlos was torn. Should he tell the police about the text message? It specifically said ‘No Police.’ What if telling them made everything worse? So Carlos lied to the police. He hoped it was the right decision.

He pulled out his cell and stared at the message. Still filled with uncertainty, he decided to give Logan a call. Logan would know what to do. When he didn’t answer, Carlos had an odd feeling in the pit of his stomach. Maybe he should reconsider telling the police about the text message

--

Dustin grabbed Logan by the wrist and dragged him down the hall. “What happened to Kendall?” Logan asked as they made their way to his location.

Dustin tightened his grip on Logan’s wrist. “I’m not sure. I just found him unconscious.”

“We should probably grab a first aid kit on the way,” he said as he tried to pull away from Dustin, but his grip grew even tighter. “Ow. Let go, dude. You’re hurting me.”

“Don’t be such a pussy, Logan.” His words were laced with venom as he spoke.

Logan stopped dead in his tracks. He suddenly had a very bad feeling about this. The change in Dustin’s demeanor didn’t sit right with him. Something was wrong. Very wrong. Dustin had made it pretty clear in the past that he didn’t like Logan, but there was something more than just dislike behind those words. He wasn’t sure what it was. All he knew was he had to get out of there.

Without hesitation, Logan roughly pulled himself from Dustin’s grasp and ran. He needed a place to hide and collect his thoughts. Maybe he was jumping to conclusions but he suddenly did not feel safe around the other boy.

As he ran, he once again let his hand brush against the wall. Much to his relief, the slightly rough texture of drywall changed to something cold and smooth. A door. He desperately grabbed a hold of the knob and silently thanked God that it was unlocked. He jumped in the closet and closed the door as quietly as he could.

Logan kept his hand on the knob as he tried to steady his frantic breathing. Hiding would do him no good if he was breathing loud enough for Dustin to hear him. Once he had just calmed down enough to think clearly, his thoughts were interrupted by the sound of his cell phone going off. He whipped the phone out of his pocket trying to silence it, but the damage had been done.

The door knob turned and the door opened. Logan dropped his cell phone from shock and instinctively backed away in fear. He was expecting to make contact with the wall, but instead found himself backed against something lumpy. He felt cloth and something sticky. He brought his hand to his face trying to identify the substance. Blood.

Logan gasped and quickly jumped away and into a storage shelf. When he knocked it over, it’s contents fell loudly to the floor. Logan’s eyes grew wide when he saw what else had fallen. Two bloody bodies wrapped in sheets lay on the ground. During the fall, the sheet displaced revealing the face of one of the unfortunate souls. Staring back at him was Curt.

--

The more Carlos looked at the text message, the more the bad feeling crept up his spine. He couldn’t take it anymore so he called out to Detective Watson down the hallway.

“What is it, Carlos?”

He paused for a moment, then spoke. “I lied before.”

“What do you mean?”

“Me, Dustin, Kendall and Logan got this text message earlier tonight,” he said as he handed it to the redhead.

“God dammit,” she cursed as she pulled out her walkie. “Jarrad? Have you heard back from Sammy? Well, cancel the search. The perp is at the studio.” She shot Carlos a glare as she walked away.

He walked back to James’ room and plopped down in an empty chair. He dropped his head into his hands and let out a worried sigh. If anything happened to his friends, he didn’t know how he would live with himself. One of them was already in a coma because of him. He felt the weight of the entire world on his shoulders and he couldn’t hold back the tears any longer.

--

James stirred in his bed. It was pitch black which scared him, but he soon realized his eyes were closed. He tried to open them, but found it to be too hard a task. He was tired. So, so tired. He wanted nothing more than to go back to sleep, but someone was crying. He couldn’t stand it. The crying was grating on his nerves.

“Jeez. Will you quit your blubbering? I’m trying to fucking sleep here.”

Carlos and David both shot up from their seats and were by James’ side in an instant.

“James?” Carlos croaked. “You’re awake!”

--

Dustin pressed the barrel of his gun into Logan’s back forcing him onto the living room set. He immediately saw Kendall’s unconscious form laying on the floor. He started to run towards the blond, but Dustin pulled him back by grabbing the collar of his shirt.

“I wouldn’t make any sudden moves, Logie,” Dustin said giving a disgusted emphasis on the nickname given to him by Kendall. “You wouldn’t want to startle me. I might accidentally shoot you in the head.”

Logan froze and didn’t move again until Dustin pushed him forward with the gun. When they finally reached Kendall’s body, Logan was pushed harshly to the floor, his head connecting with the corner of the coffee table. This left a large bleeding gash on the side of his head but he didn’t lose consciousness. He wasn’t sure if that was a good or bad thing.

He sat up and brought his hand to his wound, wincing at the touch. He looked towards Kendall trying to see if he had been hurt in any way. Dustin could see the concern in his eyes which infuriated him.

“Don’t even think about touching him,” he spat at Logan.

While keeping the gun pointed at the smaller boy, Dustin bent down and broke a package of smelling salts under Kendall’s nose. The blonde quickly shot up, looking around in confusion The last thing he remembered was walking down a dark hallway and then a sharp, shooting pain in the back of his head before everything went black. Now he was on set with a killer headache. He saw Logan to his left with blood dripping down his cheek.

“Logan, are you-”

“Shut up, Kendall.” Dustin said interrupting him. That’s when Kendall noticed Dustin pointing the gun at Logan.

“What’s going on, Dustin? What are you doing?”

“What’s going on? What’s going on?” Dustin started laughing one of those angry but crazy laughs. “I’ll tell you what’s going on. You. Fucking. Replaced. Me.” He poked Kendall in the chest with his gun to emphasize each word.

“Replaced you? What the hell are you talking about, Dustin?”

“I’m supposed to be your best friend. We always stick together. But as soon as he,” Dustin points the gun indicating Logan, “came in to your life everything changed.”

Kendall started to speak but Dustin stopped him. “No. Don’t try to deny it, Kendall. First you join a new band. You’re in the studio all the time with them. Did you forget about our band, Kendall?”

“No, of course not. I-”

“When’s the last time we recorded something? Or even just fooled around with our guitars together? Do you remember? Because I sure as hell don’t.” He started pacing. “And honestly, I can understand that. You got a legit job. A tv series that takes up a lot of your time. I can’t expect you to put me before your career. But replacing me? How could you do that, Kendall? How could you fucking do that to me?”

“Dustin, I could never replace you.”

“But you did, Kendall. You did. You replaced me with this loser. Logan Fucking Henderson.”

“So that’s what this whole thing has been about? You’re jealous of Logan?”

There were tears in his eyes now and he pulled at his hair in frustration. “You just don’t get it, do you, Kendall?” Dustin shook his head in disbelief. “He’ll never love you as much as I do. Never. You have to know that.”

“Kendall and I are just-”

“Don’t even start with me Henderson!”

Kendall didn’t know what to say. His mind was going a mile a minute trying to think of something to calm Dustin down. He was brought out of his thoughts when he heard Dustin cock the gun. He saw it was pointed directly at him and he looked up at him with pleading eyes. Dustin met his gaze and narrowed his eyes. It took him only a second to make his decision before he changed direction and he pulled the trigger.

Logan felt an intense burning in his chest. He looked down and all he saw was blood. He brought his hand up to his chest, trying to make the bleeding stop. He tried to speak but only a blood splattering cough came out. He started to feel dizzy and swayed a few times before falling over.

“Logan!” Kendall screamed. He started to crawl towards him, but was stopped when Dustin kicked him in the stomach. “Who are you?” he asked through tears. “Who are you because my best friend would never do something like this.”

“Then maybe you shouldn’t have replaced him,” Dustin said with all the hatred coursing through his veins as he cocked his gun.

A shot rang out.

Kendall closed his eyes and waited for the pain, but it never came. He opened his eyes and saw Dustin on the floor. Kendall was confused until he saw Detective Watson step out of a shadow.

“Suspect down. One severely injured civilian. Need two buses,” Jamie said into her walkie. She checked the boy‘s pulse before cuffing his hands behind him. He was unconscious, but alive. “Are you okay Kendall?”

He ignored the question, standing up and running directly to Logan’s side. He cradled the smaller boy in his arms. “Logan? Logan, buddy?”

His eyes fluttered open slowly. “K-Kendall?” Logan coughed out. “Kendall, I-”

“Shhhh. Don’t speak, Logie. Save your strength. It’s gonna be okay.”

Sirens could be heard in the background as the rescue squad grew closer.

“It’s gonna be okay,” Kendall repeated. And somehow he knew it would be.

The Replacement - Chapter 11

squoctobird — Sat, 04 Jun 2011 16:36:22 GMT

Title: The Replacement - Chapter 11
Author: Melly aka squoctobird
Disclaimer: I do not own Big Time Rush. This is a work of fiction using REAL people as the characters.
Fandom: BTR RPF
Pairings/Characters: The boys, main cast, Curt Hansen, Dustin Belt. There will possibly be some implied slash. Depends on how you look at it.
Rating: R (eventually)
Summary: After Kendall replaces Curt as the lead in the show Big Time Rush, people in the cast and crew start to die in mysterious accidents. Is the new guy a psycho or is Curt out for revenge?
+ Inspired by various incarnations of horror films. Too many to name, really.
+ Myself and kathrynew30 are the only ones who know who the killer is. And we ain't talking. (I just HAD to tell someone =X)
+ Thanks to stoodupforlove who beta'd and proof read for me. Also, thanks to insanegolfur who helped me look up some technobable.

Carlos sat in an uncomfortable chair next to a hospital bed. A hospital bed where his cast mate, band mate and more importantly his friend was laying. Carlos was determined not to leave his side and held his hand tightly. James had saved him. He knew it should be him laying in this bed, not James. He was lucky to be alive, but unfortunately James was just barely. When the car struck him, he suffered severe head trauma and was now in a coma. The doctors weren’t sure when he would wake, if he would even wake at all.

There was a light knock at the door and Carlos quickly wiped the tears from his eyes before telling them to come in. The door opened slowly, revealing Logan and Kendall.

“Hey, Carlos,” Logan said softly as he entered the room. Carlos returned the greeting, although it was barely audible.

“How’s he doing?” Kendall asked.

Carlos cleared his throat before speaking. “Well, they say he’s stable, but the swelling in his brain is pretty bad. They’re not sure when he’s going to wake up.” The other two boys nodded in understanding.

“Have you called his dad?” the blond asked.

“Yeah. He’s on his way. It takes a couple of hours to get here from San Diego. We’re all he has for now.”

The room grew silent and the only sound heard was the beeping of James’ heart monitor, at least until all three boy’s cell phones went off at the same time indicating they each had a test message.

Meet me at the studio and I will explain everything. No police! -Curt

Just then Dustin entered the room with four coffees in one hand and a cell phone out in the other. “Uh guys, did anyone else receive a text from Curt?”

--

Jarrad was sitting at his desk drinking a cup of coffee, looking over the case file in hopes of finding some piece of information that may lead them to Curt. Maybe they had missed something. Anything. Just a clue that would break the case. They needed something- and soon. Jarrad and Jamie had been working longer and longer days trying to break this case and it was wearing on both of them. She had been working lead and he had to force her to go home and get some rest. He promised to hold down the fort while she was gone.

It seemed like it was going to be another evening of scrutinizing the current evidence when his office phone rang.

“Detective Rainn ….. Really? …… Great …… We’ll be there soon.”

He hung up the phone and let out a small chuckle as he pulled on his suit jacket. As he walked into the hall he pulled out his cell. “Jamie? We finally got a hit on Hansen’s cell phone. Meet me in the telecommunications lab.”

--

“You can’t possibly think this is a good idea,” Kendall said to Logan. “The police thinks he wants us dead and you want to just go over to the empty studio and talk to him? Sounds a little too shady for me.” Kendall crossed his arms over his chest and shook his head.

“Kendall, you don’t know Curt like I do. I mean, we’ve grown apart since he was fired but I spent a lot of time with him before that. He and I were the first ones hired. I just find it hard to believe he’s the one behind this.” Logan said.

“Maybe Logan’s right, Kendall.” Dustin said.

Logan shot him a questioning look. He couldn’t believe Dustin of all people was agreeing with him. Kendall couldn’t believe it, either. Dustin always had his back.

“Carlos, you’ve been quiet. You’ve known Curt about as long as I have. What do you think we should do?” Logan said as he turned toward the Latino.

“Honestly, I don’t care what you guys do. I’m not leaving James,” he said curtly.

“Looks like you’re out-numbered Kendall,” Logan said with a sigh. “But do whatever you want. I know Curt didn’t do this so I have to go. I have to give him that chance.”

“I’m not going to let you go alone,” Dustin said as he placed a hand on the shorter boy’s shoulder. Once again Logan was really surprised for Dustin’s support. He was positive the boy didn’t like him.

“Oh. No, it’s fine Dustin.”

“No. You say you know Curt, but what if you’re wrong? Better safe than sorry. Going alone is definitely not safe.”

He hated to admit it, but the other boy was right. “Fine. Let’s go.”

Dustin and Logan were halfway down the hall when they heard someone yell “Wait!” They turned their heads to see Kendall awkwardly jogging to catch up with them. “I’m coming with you. I can’t let my two best friends go off and do something stupid without me.”

Logan started to laugh a little and Kendall gave him an odd look. “What’s so funny?”

“You sound like you’re channeling Kendall Knight right now.”

Kendall shoved him playfully. “Shut up.”

--

Logan and Kendall walked up to the main door to the studio with Dustin lagging shortly behind them. They were about to enter when Kendall noticed a gun in his hands.

“Dustin! What the fuck, dude?”

“I figured we should have some protection,” he said with a shrug.

“Where did you even get one?” Kendall didn’t know that his friend owned one. He had certainly never seen it before.

“It’s not a big deal, Kendall. It’s perfectly legal.”

Kendall just shook his head. “Fine. Whatever. Let’s get this over with, okay?”

He pushed the door open and the three boys entered the darkened hallway that lead to the dressing rooms. And it was really dark, they couldn’t see what was in front of them at all. Logan reached out and placed his hand on Kendall’s shoulder so they could stay together. He was about to instruct Dustin to do the same when he heard a click from behind him.

“Did you guys hear that?” he asked with worry in his voice.

“Yeah,” Kendall said. “It sounded like a lock.”

He blindly turned back towards the door and tried to pull it open. It wouldn’t budge. “Um, guys. It looks like we’re locked in.”

“What?!” Logan said as he tried the door himself. “I can’t believe this.”

“I told you this was a bad idea,” Kendall said.

“Are you really going to go there right now?” Logan asked with annoyance.

“Logan’s right. We don’t have time to fight. Something is obviously wrong. We need to find a way out of here,” Dustin said agreeing with Logan for the second time that night.

--

“What do you have for us, Sammy?” Jarrad asked the leggy blonde that worked in the telecommunications lab.

“Well, like I said on the phone we picked up cell phone activity for Curt Hansen’s phone. We had already set up a ping, but until now we had nothing. Most likely the phone had been turned off.”

“Okay, so what does that mean exactly?” Jamie asked.

“We were able to locate the cell tower that was last used for his cell’s signal and that‘s all we have for now. It would be easier to triangulate his position though if he was actually making a call.”

Jamie nodded. “So where was his last signal?”

Sammy pointed at her computer screen. “Right here.”

“That’s near Cedars-Sinai Hospital,” Jarrad said. “Isn’t that where they took James Maslow?”

“Yeah. Call the hospital and have security sent to his room until we can get there,” Jamie said already walking towards the exit. “Curt may be there to finish what he started.”

Jarrad followed after his partner pulling out his cell as he walked. “Thanks, Sammy!” he called over his shoulder, “Call us when you get a lock on his location.”

--

Logan walked alone in a dark hallway, feeling his way along the wall looking for a way out. Normally he wouldn’t be one to be afraid of the dark, but this was different than being alone in bed. He was locked in the studio with a potential killer. His gut told him it wasn’t Curt, but he couldn’t help the uneasy feeling that crept up his spine. Something was definitely wrong with the current picture.

“Splitting up was stupid,” he said with a sigh to no one in particular as he continued down the hall. He reached another, door twisting the knob cursing when this one was also locked. “Fuck.”

He continued feeling along the wall when he heard someone coming down the hall. They were running. Logan wanted to hide but he had no where to go. Then he remembered how dark it was. If he couldn’t see who was coming, they couldn’t see him either. So he stood there, waiting for the person to run by, hoping they wouldn’t notice him.

His plan would have worked if the unknown person was running down the middle of the hallway, but unfortunately the mystery man was running over to the right. He slammed into Logan, knocking them both down.

Logan screamed, “No! Please don’t kill me! Please, no!!” He was silenced when the other’s hand covered his mouth.

“Shhhhh. Logan, it’s me.”

“Dustin?”

“Yeah.”

“What the hell are you doing? You scared the shit out of me!”

“I know, sorry.” He stood up and then pulled Logan up as well. “But Kendall’s been hurt. I don’t know what to do.”

The Monkey's Paw

squoctobird — Thu, 02 Jun 2011 17:22:03 GMT

Title: The Monkey's Paw
Author: Melly aka squoctobird
Disclaimer: I do not own Big Time Rush or the concept of The Monkey's Paw
Fandom: BTR
Pairings/Characters: James/Logan, Kendall
Rating: T
Summary: A re-telling of the classic tale that teaches "Be careful what you wish for" and to never, ever tempt fate. Contains JAGAN slash.
Warning: Character death
+ Thanks to stoodupforlove who beta'd and proof read for me and also gleechild

Big Time Rush had just completed their second world wide tour. They had the next month off to recover from the harsh life of being on the road and to prepare for their fourth album. Both James and Logan were jet lagged and tired from the flight back from Europe. When they entered their apartment James left his suitcase by the door and immediately flopped down on the couch with a groan.

“I am never getting off this couch,” James said taking in the comfort of the familiar piece of furniture. The couch wasn’t the most comfortable place to lay, but it was a hell of a lot better than the crappy mattresses found in hotels.

Logan rolled his eyes and sighed as he walked over to his husband on the couch. “Get up, James. We need to unpack and then we can go to bed.”

“Nooooo,” James said with a whine.

Logan tugged on James’ arm, ignoring the grumbles he received from the pretty boy. “Come on James. Let’s do this. Then we can sleep late tomorrow.”

Another grumble.

“We can stay in bed all day,” Logan sing-songed.

“Promise?” James’ voice was muffled, his face buried in the cushion.

“Promise.”

With the thoughts of the things they could do in bed the next day lingering in his mind, James finally complied with Logan’s wish. He rose from the couch, walked back to the door to grab their suitcases and followed the shorter boy to their bedroom.

They went through their things, separating dirty clothes from the clean ones, putting toiletries back in the bathroom and placing various souvenirs on the large dresser they both shared. One particularly odd thing caught Logan’s eye.

“Uh, what is this?” Logan asked holding up a small, brown, furry hand.

“Oh, that’s a monkey’s paw.”

“Well, that’s not creepy at all,” Logan deadpanned.

James just smiled as took the paw from Logan. “No, it’s supposed to be good luck. Like a rabbit’s foot.”

“Please don’t tell me you’re still worried about that broken mirror all those years ago.”

“Of course not.“ James scoffed. “This was a gift from a fan. She said it gave you three wishes.”

“And you believe her?” Logan asked skeptically.

“Well, she was mystical and mysterious, but she seemed legit to me.” James shrugged.

Logan shook his head. “James these sort of things aren’t real. There’s no such thing as good luck or bad luck. And this creepy hand thing doesn’t grant wishes.” Logan took the object back from James and threw it in the trash.

James gasped and retrieved the monkey’s paw from the trash bin. “Logan, we can’t just throw this away. It was from a fan. I think we owe it to her to try this thing out.”

Logan knew how stubborn James could be. That creepy paw wasn’t going to go anywhere anytime soon, especially if he thought it would grant wishes.

Logan sighed and took the paw back from James. “Okay. Fine. We’ll make a wish. But let’s wish for something that we don’t need and won’t make any drastic change in our life. You never want to wish for something like that.”

“So what are you going to wish for?” James asked with an eyebrow raised.

Logan thought for a moment. The boys lived comfortably because of Big Time Rush, but they certainly were not millionaires. But what harm could some extra money do? Logan couldn’t think of anything. In fact, he decided if by some crazy chance the wish did come true, he would donate the money to charity.

Logan held the monkey’s paw in his hand and closed his eyes. “Monkey’s paw, I wish I had a million dollars.” He kept his eyes closed for a moment longer, then opened them one by one. He scanned the room.

“Well, I don’t know about you, but I don’t see a million dollars anywhere, do you?”

James pouted, accepting the fact that the object held no power. “No,” he said solemnly.

Logan kissed his husband softly. “I’m sorry, baby.” He gave him a sad smile. “Come on, let’s go to bed okay?”

The taller boy nodded and they both undressed down to their underwear. They got under the covers and sighed knowing they were finally home in their own bed. Logan snuggled up against James, his head resting on the pretty boy’s chest. He listened to his lover’s breathing and as it slowed to a steady rhythm and lulled Logan to sleep.

--

James’ eyes fluttered open as he took in a deep breath. His eyes scanned the room and he was happy to see he was in his own bed, with his lover by his side. He looked down at the raven haired boy who slept soundly on his chest and smiled. Logan was adorable with his mouth slightly ajar and his arms wrapped tightly around James.

James let out a sigh and placed a chaste kiss on the other boy’s forehead who shifted in his sleep and mumbled something incoherent into the pretty boy’s chest. He chuckled lightly causing the smaller boy to stir again.

“Wha’ ‘ime is it?” Logan asked in a sleepy stupor.

“Does it really matter? We’re staying in bed all day, remember?”

Logan smiled, keeping his eyes closed as he nodded his head. He let out a sigh of contentment.

The two lovers laid in bed enjoying each other’s warmth, falling in and out of sleep for an hour or so before James decided to make a move. He glided his hand down Logan’s chest, over his abdomen, across his hip and down his inner thigh.

“Mmmmm. What’re you doing, James?”

“Nothing,” he replied as he peppered kisses along his husband’s jaw line and down his neck.

Logan awoke slowly but once he was fully aware he brought their lips together. It was a short, but sweet kiss. “Good morning,” he said was a smile.

“Good morning,” James echoed.

“What did you want to do for breakfast, babe?”

“Hmmmmm.” He stopped to think and a mischievous grin grew on his face. “You.”

The pretty boy let out a playful growl and pounced on his lover. The two laughed together as they exchanged kisses and rolled around in their bed. The reveled in their love for each other and nothing could tear them from each others arms.

--

James and Logan spent a majority of the day in bed together only leaving to make themselves bowls of cereal for a late breakfast. They lazily got out of bed around 3:00 pm to take a shower. Logan changed into an old t-shirt and some comfy basketball shorts but James had put on jeans and a v-neck. Logan wondered why he hadn’t put on something more comfortable.

“I’m going to the grocery store. I’m going to cook dinner for you.” James said, as if reading Logan’s mind.

“You don’t have to do that, James. We can just order in.”

“I know, but I want to,” he replied. “I’ve missed our kitchen almost as much as I’ve missed our bed.”

“Okay. Just don’t take too long.”

“I won’t.” James gave Logan a kiss and left the apartment.

--break

Logan expected James to be back in about an hour, but when it was reaching the two-hour mark he started to worry. He tried calling James’ cell phone but it went straight to voicemail. At the three-hour mark he was sure something was wrong. There was no way it would take James this long to go to the grocery store.

Logan was about to call James’ phone for the hundredth time when there was a knock at his door. As he made his way over to answer it, he silently wished that it was James with his hands too full to use his key. Instead he was greeted by two uniformed police officers.

“C-can I help you?” Logan had a bad feeling about this. His heart starting racing and his palms were sweaty.

“Are you Hortence Mitchell?” the officer with grey hair asked.

“Y-yes.” Although he went by Logan, his legal name was still Hortence. He never officially changed it.

“Do you mind if we come in?”

“What is this about?” Logan asked, but he was pretty sure he already knew. These officers had the same sad looks on their faces as the men who came to tell his mother about his father’s passing in the war.

“Sir. It would be better if you sat down and let us explain.”

No. No. No. No. No. Logan was mentally screaming as he waved them into the apartment. He took a seat on the couch trying to keep calm. Maybe it wasn’t as bad as he thought it was.

“Mr. Mitchell, there’s no easy way to say this, but your husband James was in an accident a few hours ago and we’re afraid he didn’t make it.”

Logan sat there in silence for a moment, tears forming in his eyes. He knew it was true, but he didn’t want to believe it. Maybe there was a mistake. “Can I see him? What hospital is he at?”

The two officers exchanged a worried look. “His body is at LA Memorial, but I wouldn’t recommend going to see him.”

“Wh-what? Don’t I need to identify the body? I have the right to see my husband,” Logan said starting to get angry.

“You do sir, but,” the older officer started, “the accident was pretty severe. He was hurt pretty badly. His face is basically unrecognizable.”

“Unrecognizable? Then it might not be him. You don’t know for sure! It could be someone else!” Logan’s voice was full of hope and desperation.

“I’m sorry son, but the car is registered in his name and they found his identification on the body. There’s no doubt that it’s him.”

Logan felt his heart shatter. His whole world had just crashed around him. “You- you need to leave.” He opened the front door.

“We’re sorry for your loss, Mr. Mitchell. Is there anything we can do? Anyone we can call?” the younger cop asked as they walked into the hall to leave.

“No. I…. I need to be alone.” Before the officers could say anything else, Logan shut the door. He leaned against it and slowly slid down. With his face buried in his knees he began sobbing.

--

Logan was not handling James’ death well. But who could blame him. He lost the love of his life. His best friend. His rock. He felt like he had lost everything, even his own will to live. If it wasn’t for Kendall, Logan would still be locked in his apartment, crying into James’ pillow for hours on end.

The blond was able to get Logan to pick out James’ burial outfit but that was all the smaller boy could handle. A majority of the funeral planning was left up to Kendall. He kept the service small knowing that Logan would do better without a large crowd around.

It was graveside with only James and Logan’s closest friends in attendance. That casket was kept closed through the service. Try as hard as they could, the coroners were not able to make James’ face presentable. Logan and Kendall both knew that James would not want to be remembered that way. He was the face. The pretty one. Even in death he had a reputation to uphold.

A week after the funeral, Kendall had brought over some dinner for Logan knowing the dark haired boy wasn’t take much care of himself. They sat on the couch together munching on Chinese food making small talk. Logan had shut everyone out, and Kendall was lucky that he was able to get him to speak at all.

“Oh. I’ve got something for you, Logan,” Kendall said as he popped his last piece of sweet and sour chicken in his mouth. He walked over to his bag that was near the door and brought back a stack of letters rubber banded together. “It’s your mail. You haven’t gone to the post office since….” He stopped himself before finishing the statement. Logan nodded and took the letters from Kendall.

He quickly flipped through the pile. Most of the letters appeared to be from fans who no doubt were sending their condolences and well wishes. Logan wasn’t in the mood to read them so he put those to the side. Shuffled in were also a few bills, the monthly bank statement and a letter that looked rather official.

Curious, Logan opened the cream-colored envelope pulling out it’s contents. It was a letter from James’ life insurance carrier stating they had received his death certificate and were making payment to his next of kin, which was Logan. A check had been included.

Logan’s hands started to shake as he held the check. Tears welled up in his eyes and he felt a sharp pain in his chest. “It was my fault,” he said in a whisper. “It was my fault.”

“What are you talking about, Logan?” Kendall asked, concerned.

“It was my fault, Kendall. It’s my fault that James is dead!” Logan was hysterical now, crying and having a hard time catching his breath.

“Logan. Logan. Buddy you have to calm down. It was a car accident. It’s not your fault.” Kendall tried his best to comfort the smaller boy but he pulled away from the blonde’s touch.

“No!” Logan screamed. “It was my fault! This proves it!” He handed the check to Kendall.

Kendall looked at the check but didn’t understand what it proved. “I don’t understand, Logan. It’s just a check for a million dollars. What does that prove?”

“You don’t understand! I wished for it. I wished for the million dollars and James died the same day. James is dead and now I have a million dollars.” Logan was sick to his stomach and felt like he was going to pass out. Suddenly his legs gave way and he fell to his knees. Kendall quickly ran to his side.

“Logan, it’s just a coincidence.”

“No. No. No. I wished for it. I wished for….” Logan stopped mid sentence in realization. His wish had come true. According to James, the paw granted three wishes. Logan only used one! He could use another one to bring James back! Logan jumped up from his place on the floor and sprinted to his room.

Kendall followed after him. He stood in the doorway watching Logan make a horrendous mess. “What are you doing, Logan?”

“I have to find it. I have to find the monkey’s paw.” Logan pulled drawers out of their sockets, dumping their contents on the floor. He frantically searched through the clothes getting more and more frustrated as he came up empty handed.

Then it hit him. They had thrown it away! He desperately dumped the contents of the small trash can on the floor, praying that it hadn’t been emptied since that night, praying that the monkey’s paw was there. He let out a childlike squeal when he found the damned thing.

He quickly stood and made his wish. “Monkey’s Paw I wish James was alive!” Logan smiled for the first time since James had died, sure that his second wish would come true.

Kendall gave him a sympathetic look. “Oh, Logie. You of all people know that these things aren‘t real. You’re a man of science. Magic isn’t real. The million dollars was just a coincidence. A horrible, tragic coincidence.”

“No. It has to be real. It has to be,” Logan was crying again. “I can’t live without him, Kendall. I just can’t”

Kendall engulfed Logan in his arms, squeezing him tight. The dark haired boy cried bitter tears, soaking the blond’s shirt. He whispered to the smaller boy, rubbing comforting circles on his back. Logan’s crying was starting to die down when there was a loud pounding at the front door. Logan gasped and looked up at Kendall with bright eyes.

“It’s James!” Logan started to run out of the bedroom, but was stopped when Kendall grabbed his arm.

“Logan. It’s not James.” Another loud pounding echoed through the apartment.

“Let me go, Kendall,” he hissed as he struggled from the taller boy’s grasp. “James! I’m coming, James!”

“Logan! Even if it is James, he’s been dead for nearly two weeks. He wasn’t recognizable when we buried him, what do you think he looks like now?”

There was another loud pounding and Logan finally broke free. “James! James!” He ran down the hall and through the living room to the front door. He was so excited he was fumbling with the deadbolt and couldn’t open it.

“You can’t let that thing in here!” Kendall said pulling Logan away from the door and knocking the monkey’s paw from his grasp. The blond dove to the floor, scrambling to reach the object while the brunette ran back to the door.

Kendall finally had the paw in his grasp as he heard the clacking of the deadbolt. He quickly breathed out his wish as the door creaked opened. Logan let out a loud wail of misery and disappointment when all he saw were some muddy footprints.

James wasn’t there.

The Replacement - Chapter 10

squoctobird — Fri, 27 May 2011 17:27:12 GMT

Title: The Replacement - Chapter 10
Author: Melly aka squoctobird
Disclaimer: I do not own Big Time Rush. This is a work of fiction using REAL people as the characters.
Fandom: BTR RPF
Pairings/Characters: The boys, main cast, Curt Hansen, Dustin Belt. There will possibly be some implied slash. Depends on how you look at it.
Rating: R (eventually)
Summary: After Kendall replaces Curt as the lead in the show Big Time Rush, people in the cast and crew start to die in mysterious accidents. Is the new guy a psycho or is Curt out for revenge?
+ Inspired by various incarnations of horror films. Too many to name, really.
+ Myself and kathrynew30 are the only ones who know who the killer is. And we ain't talking. (I just HAD to tell someone =X)
+ Thanks to stoodupforlove who beta'd and proof read for me

After a week of searching for Curt, Jamie was ready to pull her hair out. There wasn’t a single clue as to where this boy could be. Not even the smallest blip on the radar. They searched his house and it didn’t appear that he had taken anything with him. The search of his car didn’t result in anything useful either. There were no hits on his credit cards or his bank account and trying to get a lock on his cell phone’s GPS seemed impossible. It was like he had just disappeared.

--

Dustin pulled up at the Schmidt house with a smile on his face. The blonde was spending the weekend at his parent’s house but had invited Dustin to join him. He was looking forward to chilling with Kendall and his brother Kevin.

He knocked on the front door and was greeted by a smiling Kevin.

“Hey Dustin. Haven’t see you in awhile, man,” he said as he engulfed the dark haired boy in a hug.

“Yeah. Well, you know…” he shrugged.

Don’t say a word just come over and lie here with me
Cause I’m just about to set fire to everything I see

“What’s-” Dustin started to ask, but was quickly shushed by Kevin.

I want you so bad I’ll go back on the things I believe
There I just said it. I’m scared you’ll forget about me

The two boys walked in silence until they reached the room at the end of the hall. As soon as he entered the room Dustin noticed the guitar in Kendall’s hand and the mic stands. He was recording a song.

So young and full of running, all the way to the edge of desire.
Steady my breathing. Silently screaming. I have to have you now.

Dustin’s ears perked up at the sound of a different voice.

Wired. And I’m tired. Think I’ll sleep in my clothes on the floor.
Baby this mattress. Will spin on it’s axis. And find me on yours.

It was Logan.

He stood there watching with his arms crossed over his chest. He was definitely not happy about this but tried to smile whenever Kendall made eye contact with him.

When the song was over Kendall jumped up and he ran up to his best friend pulling him into a bro hug. “Glad you made it, Dustin! Now that we have an even number we can play teams.”

The four boys gathered in the living room to play xbox on the big screen tv. After an hour of playing Halo capture the flag, they decided the weather outside was too amazing to pass up. It was a gorgeous sunny day in LA but it wasn’t too hot.

“Why don’t we play a game of touch football?” Kevin suggested.

“Great idea! It’ll be me and Logan against you and Dustin,” Kendall said. He ran into the garage and grabbed an old football.

They set up the game in the backyard and after about thirty minutes Kevin and Dustin were losing with an embarrassing seven touchdowns to zero. Kendall and Logan were playing defense and successfully stopped Kevin from scoring a touch down. The two high-fived each other laughing as they set up to play offense.

Dustin sneered at Logan as he hiked the ball to Kendall. The blonde ran towards the goal when he saw Kevin headed for him.

“Logan!” Kendall yelled before throwing the ball to him.

Logan caught it and sped off towards the goal. Dustin was close on his tail but not quite close enough to get the touch to end the play. Instead, Dustin pushed off his feet and tackled Logan harshly. Dustin stood up and raised his hands in celebration.

Logan flipped himself over and sat up on his elbows, catching his breath. He shot Kendall a look saying What the hell was that? Kendall shrugged and shook his head. I have no idea. Logan stood up and limped over to Kendall. His knee was scrapped pretty badly when he fell.

“Kendall. I don’t really feel like playing anymore. I think I’m gonna go home,” Logan said as he shot a dirty look in Dustin’s direction. The other boy just smirked.

“You okay, Logan? Do you need any hel-”

Logan interrupted him. “No, I’m fine. I’ll see you on Monday, okay?”

Kendall just nodded as Logan went inside to grab his things.

Kendall turned to Dustin as soon as Logan was out of site. “What the fuck was that man?”

“What? Your buddy can’t handle a little horseplay?”

“Dude, you were way too rough. It was touch football and you fucking tackled him.”

“You know how competitive I get, Kendall. Especially when I’m losing,” Dustin explained. “I just got a little carried away.”

“No. You ruined that game- that’s what you did.” Kendall shook his head with disappointment and walked back towards the house.

Of course he took Logan’s side, Dustin thought to himself as he watched his best friend walk away. “Maybe I should leave too.”

--

“Jaaaaaames,” Carlos whined as he stood next to the taller boy who was jogging on a treadmill, “When are you going to be finished? I’m ready to shower and get out of here.”

“Just give me like five more minutes, Carlos. I want to get in at least two miles.”

The Latino just stood there waiting.

“You could go ahead and shower if you want,” James suggested. Carlos looked bored.

“Yeah, I guess. Just don’t take too long!” And with that he headed into the male locker room of the gym.

He was already feeling sore as the hot water cascaded down his body. Carlos used to think that he worked out a lot, but that was before he met James. He was super focused and had this complex work out regimen that Carlos struggled to keep up with.

Carlos was in the shower longer than he realized because he saw James with his hair wet and a towel around his waist as he walked over to his locker to grab his clothes. When they were both dressed, the two boys made their way down to the parking deck to retrieve their cars.

James nearly tripped when his shoe came untied. He stopped, bending down to fix the laces when he was nearly blinded by a bright light. He raised his hand up to block the glare trying to see the source of the light. James thought it was a car, but it wasn’t until he heard the engine rev up that he knew for sure. He heard the wheels spin out and the engine roar louder as it sped forward heading straight for Carlos.

Carlos heard the noise and turned his head only to be blinded by the head lights. He saw the car speeding towards him and froze in fear. He was literally a deer in headlights. He couldn’t think. He wanted to run, but he was petrified. Knowing that impact was inevitable, he tried to brace himself for the pain he knew would come.

But instead of making contact with the car, he felt a pair of strong hands grab his shoulders and push him hard. He fell, but was out of the path of the car. Before Carlos could even compute what had happened he heard a crash, a scream and the sound of the car quickly backing up and pealing out of the parking garage.

Carlos was in a daze and shook his head to clear his mind. Then he saw him.

“James!” Carlos screamed as he ran over to the boy that had saved his life.

James was bloody and broken. He was breathing although it was labored. He was unconscious but that didn’t stop Carlos from speaking to him.

“You’re going to be alright buddy. James, it’s going to be okay.” Carlos continued to speak comforting words to James, although it was more for his benefit than the injured boy, as he pulled out his phone to call 911. After he was told an ambulance would be on the way, he ended the call. “They’re coming, James. Just hold on. Help is on the way.” Carlos couldn’t hold his sobs in any longer.

The Replacement - Chapter 9

squoctobird — Wed, 25 May 2011 02:16:26 GMT

Title: The Replacement - Chapter 9
Author: Melly aka squoctobird
Disclaimer: I do not own Big Time Rush. This is a work of fiction using REAL people as the characters.
Fandom: BTR RPF
Pairings/Characters: The boys, main cast, Curt Hansen, Dustin Belt. There will possibly be some implied slash. Depends on how you look at it.
Rating: R (eventually)
Summary: After Kendall replaces Curt as the lead in the show Big Time Rush, people in the cast and crew start to die in mysterious accidents. Is the new guy a psycho or is Curt out for revenge?
+ Inspired by various incarnations of horror films. Too many to name, really.
+ Myself and kathrynew30 are the only ones who know who the killer is. And we ain't talking. (I just HAD to tell someone =X)
+ Thanks to stoodupforlove who beta'd and proof read for me

Jordan Wagner entered the Paramount lot early on Monday morning. Everyone had left early on Friday, even the cleaning crew, so he was there to make sure that all the trash had been taken out. He was tired as he sipped his coffee and grumbled as he was searched by security. Normally Jordan would never be at work this early, but if it meant he was able to have dinner with his family that Friday then he wouldn’t complain.

Once he made it through security Jordan went straight to work. He grabbed his large janitor cart and pushed it down the hall of dressing rooms and offices. He pulled the small trash can out of each room, dumping it’s contents in the large one on his cart. As he emptied the trash from an office near the end of the hall, he heard a thud as something fell to the floor.

Jordan looked down to see a screwdriver by his feet. He bent down to pick up the object when he noticed a red substance dried on the handle and the metal shaft of the tool. He brought it to his face to inspect it closer. Must be fake blood, he thought to himself. A foul smell entered his nostrils. A smell he couldn’t quite place, but it definitely was not the sweet, sugary smell of the Karo syrup blood that was commonly used. Something was horribly wrong with this situation. He dropped the tool suddenly as the realization hit him. This wasn’t fake blood. This was real blood.

--

“Yeah. Okay. We’ll be right there,” Jamie said into her cell phone before closing it and placing it back in her pocket. “Jarrad!” she yelled across the room to her partner who was filling his coffee cup, “We’ve found a potential murder weapon. We need to go. Now.”

The police didn’t have much to support the case after a month and half of investigating. So far they only had minimal evidence: the cut wires of the breaker box and Logan’s severed brakes. There had been no fingerprints to go on and they hadn’t found the weapon used to stab Mike before he fell to his death. But it looked like that was about to change. A large screw driver had been found with blood and was currently in the lab being tested.

Detectives Watson and Rain entered the police lab and were greeted by a technician named Keith Saunders. “Hello Detectives.”

“Keith, please tell me you’ve got something?” Jamie asked.

He pulled out the plastic evidence bag with the screwdriver inside and handed it over to her. “We have confirmed that this was the murder weapon used on Michael Owens. It matches the wound and we found traces of his blood.”

“Any fingerprints?” Jarrad spoke this time.

“Yes, actually. We found two partials and a thumb print. We’re currently running them through the system to see if we get any matches.”

“That’s great. Hopefully we’ll get a hit. We could really use a break in this case.” Jamie crossed her arms over her chest.

“There’s more,” Keith said. “We found another set of DNA on the screw driver.”

Both Jarrad and Jamie perked up hearing this.

“So far there hasn’t been a match on it, but I’ll let you know when we do. This could potentially be the blood of the suspect, but I would say that it’s another victim more than likely.”

“Why do you say that?” the red head asked.

“By the amount of the blood we found, but there’s no way to know for sure at this time.”

Jamie bit the bottom of her lip, deep in thought. They hadn’t received any reports of any more accidents on the set of Big Time Rush, so who could this other victim be? Before she could even contemplate an answer, she was brought out of her thoughts by a beeping noise.

“Looks like we have a match on the fingerprints,” Keith said walking towards the computer.

--

Katelyn Tarver smiled as she sat in her dressing room waiting to be called to set. She only had a few scenes and they were all that morning. She would be out of there by lunchtime and would be able to spend time with her boyfriend David Blaise who was going on tour with his band soon.

“Someone’s in a good mood,” Erin Sanders said as she popped her head into the room. “Looking forward to the rest of the week?”

“Oh, definitely,” Katelyn replied. “As soon as I’m out of here, it’s snuggle time with the boyfriend.”

“Snuggle time. Right.” Erin said, playfully winking at her.

Katelyn laughs and decided to have a little fun with Erin. “So, what are you and your ‘best friend’ Stephen doing this weekend?” She used air quotes when saying best friend, knowing there was a little more going on between the two than just friendship, no matter how much the brunette denied it.

She shot the blonde a sideways glance. “Shut up,” she said trying to sound offended, but soon burst out laughing. Katelyn quickly joined her.

“Come on. We better get down to set,” she said standing up.

--

“Are you serious?” Detective Jamie Watson said looking at the name the fingerprints had been matched with. “Are you fucking serious? He doesn’t seem like the type. Does he have any priors?”

Keith pushed a few buttons bringing up the suspect’s history. “Looks like he was arrested when he was 18 for disorderly conduct. He was at a PETA protest and things got out of hand. The charges were dropped though. Other than a couple of parking tickets, this kid has a pretty clean rap.”

Jamie pulled out her cell and called officer Frank Surles. It rang twice before he answered.

“Surles.”

“Frank, it’s Jamie. You still on watch at Curt Hansen’s house?”

“Yeah, been here all weekend.”

“Okay. We’ve gotten some new evidence and we need to question him. Do you think you can bring him in?”

--

Katelyn had finished her last scene of the day and was fixing her make up before leaving. She rummaged around in her purse for some lip gloss but dropped it when she saw a figure in her mirror.

“You scared the shit out of me!” she exclaimed, clutching her heart for effect.

“Sorry,” he said with a smile.

“It’s no big deal. What are you even doing here? I wasn’t expecting you to be on set today.”

“Yeah, well I wanted to stop by and say hi to everyone. You know how it can be with the security outside of your house.”
She nodded in agreement.

There was an awkward silence.

“Well, I’m going to be leaving soon so….” She was politely asking him to leave.

But he didn’t leave. He just stood there.

Katelyn gave him an odd look as she turned around to leave, but he closed the door. He stood there, blocking her exit.

She let out a sarcastic laugh. “I don’t have time for goofing around right now.”

“Neither do I,” he said as he reached for the guitar string in his pocket. He grabbed a hold of either side, wrapping the ends around his hand. He quickly came up behind her, raising his arms up to bring the string around her throat. He pulled back towards himself tightly.

Katelyn tried to scream, but she did not have any air. Her windpipe was being restricted. She brought her hands up, clawing at the wire around her neck. This pissed the boy off, making him pull tighter causing the guitar string to cut the skin. A thin layer of blood trickled down her neck

She felt light headed and could feel herself slipping away into darkness. She tried her best to fight it, eyes opening wide before slowly closing. Her arms fell limply to her sides and her struggle was over. She was dead.

--

Erin sat down at a small picnic table outside of the studio across from James who was eating a salad. He looked up at her with a smile.

“Where’s Katelyn? You guys are usually connected at the hip.”

“She left already. Her last scene of the day was about thirty minutes ago.” Erin told him.

--

“What do you mean he’s not there?!” Jamie yelled in her phone. “He was supposed to be under your watch.”

Frank held his phone away from his ear in attempt to stifle the sound of the voice on the other side of the phone. “He’s not here, Watson. I don’t know what happened. We followed his car here Friday night and we haven’t seen anyone come or go since. Even his car is still here! I don’t know how we missed him.”

Jamie growled as she slammed the phone down on her desk. “Jarrad!”

Jarrad came running over. “What’s going on?

“Put out an APB on Curt Hansen. He’s currently our number one suspect and he’s missing. We need to find him before he murders again.”