That morning, Logan waits for it to be late enough for the doctor's office to be open and calls to make an appointment. Dr. Chowdray has returned from India and clears a spot on his calendar that very day to see Logan, he's been concerned that there didn't seem to be any follow up in the months he was away.

Kendall and Logan go to the office and are seated across from the doctor's desk, rather than going to the examining room, but the doctor listens to Logan's heart and beams at him, clasping his shoulder when he's done and booming out the words, "Excellent, excellent." He's clearly in a very good mood.

"So, Mr. Mitchell, I tried to follow your case with my colleagues, but none of them saw you as a patient-did you find a doctor on your own?" Dr. Chowdray asked, as he returned to his side of the desk and settled into his chair.

"No, sir. I , uh, I knew I had already been seen by the best, and that nothing further could be done," Logan began. The doctor frowned at this.

"Done? What needed to be done, other than monitor you?" Dr. Chowdray asked. Kendall rankled at that attitude.

"How can you be so casual about Logan being incurable?" he pretty much shouted, jumping out of his chair and looming over the desk.

"Incurable? Well, I guess that's one way to put it, since there is no treatment at this time," the doctor said, "although I never would. Mr. Mitchell is merely waiting to outgrow his heart issue, once he's fully mature, when he turns twenty-five. And, as I said in the letter, even if your arrhythmia doesn't correct itself by then, there are treatments and options we can apply then, if necessary."

Logan and Kendall were staring at the doctor in complete wonder. He began to realize everything he had just said truly was news to them.

Logan mutely hands over a folded up piece of paper. The doctor takes it and begins reading, a look of great consternation taking over his features. He hits the intercom button on his phone and asks his office manager to come in immediately.

"Janice, have you any idea how Mr. Mitchell here received a letter meant for Hortense Mitchel?" The secretary was reading the letter over as well, and then stood in thought for a moment.

"As you wrote here, Doctor, this was the day of your son's accident. I recall you wrote a few letters on your laptop on your way to the airport and on the plane. You wouldn't have had the patients' ID numbers with you, nor had access to them from a wireless connection. I assume when you forwarded your letters on to me, the computer looked up the patient by name to get their number, and assigned the wrong one to Ms. Mitchel's letter, and Mr. Logan Mitchell got it by mistake. One of the secretaries would've typed the envelope working from the list of names you emailed back to the office, and put Mr. Mitchell's address on that. I'm terribly sorry," she concluded, turning to Logan.

"If you could please confirm that Ms. Mitchel received a copy of this letter as well, since it was intended for her?" Dr. Chowdray asked politely. "I've already spoken to Dr. Peterson, I know she followed up with her after I left, but I'll feel better knowing she didn't get a letter telling her everything would be fine once she was twenty-five, since she had already passed that milestone in her life years ago."

Janice returns in a few moments and confirms that the other Hortense Mitchel got her correct letter, a copy of the same one Logan had. The doctor then asks why Logan didn't follow the advice and see one of his colleagues, and Logan explains how they all trained under him, plus how the letter said nothing could be done for that condition.

"Well, Logan, I'm very glad to give you your correct diagnosis now, and I apologize profusely that it's been delayed in coming." The doctor then spent a good twenty minutes explaining Logan's condition, and reassuring him over and over that the tests were thorough and that he will continue to monitor Logan, but that he has every expectation that by the time Logan turns twenty-five years of age, his heart arrhythmia will have been outgrown, all indications were that this process was already well under way.

"And, he's not dying; he's not going to die on me?" Kendall had stayed quiet as long as he could, but this was all too good to be true. He had to be sure.

Dr. Chowdray turned a beaming smile on Kendall. "You may believe your ears, my young friend. Mr. Mitchell is healthy and strong. He has one minor wrinkle to outgrow, and he will be perfect in a matter of a few short years."

Kendall's eyes were filled with tears. "Thank you," he chokes out, so quietly he wasn't sure the doctor heard him.

But the doctor had, he himself had been in the same state of mind Kendall found himself in now when the surgeon who had saved his son's life in India came out of the operating room and told him similar good news.

"You are very welcome. And, Mr. Mitchell, again, I cannot apologize enough for my oversight. I cannot imagine the anguish you must have been suffering these past months."

Logan glances over at Kendall who is grinning broadly, while a slow grin breaks out across Logan's face. Sure, there had been some bad moments, but that misdiagnosis led them to such wonderful things.

"It wasn't you, it was your computer. Things happen, it's okay," Logan said, and then turned his eyes back to Kendall. The doctor set up Logan's next appointment himself, letting Janice know he wanted to see Logan a year from the date of his last exam.

"That's all we'll need, to monitor you yearly. But of course, if ever you feel the need to be seen, do not hesitate to call. We'll always be here for you." The doctor shared another look with Kendall, he knew from the start Kendall was the person who was always there for Logan.

Outside the office, Logan just stops and wraps his arms around Kendall and holds him without saying a word. Kendall feels Logan's heart beating steady and strong against his own ribcage and is just so thankful he wants to burst.

An idea starts to flower in Kendall's mind, and he asks Logan if he's up to going to the beach.

They go to 2J to change and grab towels and a nerf football and sunscreen and such, and Kendall acts a teeny bit mysterious and asks Logan if he can just meet him down at the car in a few minutes, he wants to talk to his mom. Kendall comes out less than ten minutes later and throws something in the backseat with a bleach blanket over it.

They get to the beach and have the place almost completely to themselves. It's late in the day, the sun is rapidly sinking far out in the water, and all the sun worshipers and families with little kids have already packed up and gone home; there are just a few surfers and people fishing far down the shore.

Kendall spreads out the blanket he brought from the car after loading Logan up with all the towels and sweatshirts and the football and deciding they don't need the sunscreen after all. He made sure Logan was already walking away from the car before grabbing the blanket, since that exposed what was beneath it. He threw that in the trunk and caught Logan up.

In the warm misty twilight, the sky a magical color between the palest of blues and pearl, Kendall faces Logan on the beach blanket, and takes his both his hands in his. They're face to face on their knees, a soft breeze blowing in with the waves, gently ruffling their hair.

"Logan, the first time I say this, I thought I had to say it romantically and poetically, that it has to be memorable and special-that's why I brought you down to the beach. And now that we're here, I realize I just want to say it simply and honestly. I love you."

Logan breaks into one of his slow smiles, his eyes lighting up and his face blooming into a picture of delight. Kendall's heart skipped a beat. That smile is something he's going to get to enjoy for decades to come now.

"I love you too. I'm pretty sure I've loved you since the day I met you, and I've been in love with you for I don't know how long, but I'm glad I finally had to figure it out before it was too late," Logan tells him. They pull each other's hands out to the sides so they won't be squished in between them and lean in and kiss each other.

Kendall jumps up, still holding on to Logan's hands. He pulls Logan down to the water's edge, both of them stumbling and laughing, and they scream "I love you!"over the sound of the crashing waves-they're just giddy with the fact they can finally say it, and they want to yell it to the world, to the universe. They dive into the waves and let the ocean toss them around, riding waves into the shallows, grabbing each other's hands and running back out to do it again and again. They kiss and splash and laugh and tell each other he's loved and taste the seawater running down each other's faces when they kiss again. The water feels as warm as the air, and when they get out they take turns toweling each other off vigorously and take great joy zipping each other into their hoodies.

When it's time to leave, instead of driving home, Kendall pulls into a seaside hotel. Logan asks him what's going on and Kendall says he got them a room for the night.

"What did you tell your mom?" Logan asks him.

"Just that I wanted some time with you by myself, and that we'd be spending the night at this hotel."

Logan is just about to ask in what universe she'd be fine with no further explanation than that, and then he decides it doesn't even matter. He's never going to take another minute he can spend with Kendall for granted, or do or say anything to put "Kendall time" in jeopardy.

Kendall pops the trunk and pulls out the hastily packed bag he had thrown in there and they go in and Kendall tells the desk clerk they have a reservation, and is given a keycard to their room, which overlooks the ocean and has a balcony. They race each other up the one flight of stairs like kids and Logan snatches the keycard and gets the door open in record time. Kendall throws the bag on the bed while Logan opens the doors to the balcony and it's warm and an ocean breeze is blowing the curtains in and they can hear the susurration of the waves-it sounds like lovers whispering across the span of a pillow, and it's perfect and beautiful and Logan loves Kendall so much for doing all this and for being Kendall, and Kendall loves Logan so much too.

"Restaurant or room service?" Kendall asks with a happy grin. Logan chooses room service, and they decide to get T-bone steaks and baked potatoes and salad. Kendall places the order while Logan showers.

Logan comes out of the bathroom in sweatpants and Kendall is immediately turned on.

"You wore those the first night we got together," Kendall says huskily, his eyes half lidded and his voice full of lust.

Logan looks down at his comfy grey sweats and wonders what's the big deal. "I've worn sweats since," he tells Kendall in a practical if somewhat puzzled voice.

"Well, tonight we're going to 'make love'…for the first time…, in a way, and it's appropriate you're wearing sweats for that again," Kendall tells him. Logan looks down at his pants again, and then up at Kendall through his eyelashes, while biting down on his bottom lip. Kendall wishes they had put off dinner till later.

To get his mind off of things, he jumps into the shower. Logan answers the door while Kendall is still showering, and the hotel dude asks if he wants it set up on the balcony and Logan says yes, and the guy goes out and pulls out four battery operated candles from under the cart, and sets them up on the table, and then shows Logan how there's track lighting above, or sconces on the walls that give a flickering light-more romantic. Logan's finally thrilled he can make things romantic, Kendall's done so much already.

After they eat the steaks (and tease each other like they have ever since they were little kids because Logan likes his "raw"-actually medium rare, and Kendall likes his "burnt"-well done), Kendall uncovers the dessert and it's fresh strawberries and chocolate mousse, and he dips one through the mousse and hand feeds it to Logan. Logan feels a bit foolish, but then he does it for Kendall and sees the appeal, then they feed each other one at the same time, and then Kendall runs his finger through the mousse without a strawberry and Logan says he just wants more berries for himself, but then licks it off in a most enjoyable and thorough manner, and now all Kendall wants is to get to bed. While Kendall puts the cart out in the hall, Logan sets up the candles in the room for atmosphere.

Kendall makes sure to put the Do Not Disturb sign on the outside doorknob and then locks the door and shuts off the overheard lights. There's just enough illumination from the faux candlelight to flicker and burn in the depths of Logan's dark eyes. Logan tells Kendall he can get the backdimples tonight.

Kendall bounds across the room in about three giant steps, he's totally turned on. Logan laughs at him and turns his back to Kendall just as he gets to him. Kendall places his hands on Logan's hips and kisses the dimples and dips his tongue in them and practically rips the sweatpants off of Logan. Kendall's out of his own shorts he had thrown on for dinner before Logan even realizes it. Kendall tosses a tube of lube onto the bed near them and then cups Logan's ass with both hands and even gives that some kisses. He impatiently grabs the lube off the bed and tells Logan to crawl on up there. Logan smiles and does as Kendall commands, and soon Kendall's working him loose with his fingers, one, two, three. Kendall's already hard, he feels like he has been since Logan walked out of the steamy shower tugging on the string of those grey sweats, and Logan is letting him know he's ready by the way he's pushing back onto Kendall's fingers and moaning his name. After months of stress and worrying about losing Logan, and always having to hold himself back from telling Logan he loves him, Kendall lets loose of all his inhibitions and he just goes for it, giving it to Logan and really loving the feel of pounding up against his hard butt, but then in the throes of it all, when they're both saying I love you I love you I love you, Kendall pulls out and Logan complains and Kendall tells him to roll over-he has to see him when they do this. Logan obliges and pulls Kendall back into him (he's loving this new, rawer side of Kendall), and Kendall is kissing Logan's open mouth and they're both saying "I love you" over and over. Kendall wants to be sure Logan comes first, but it's a split second between feeling the warm stickiness of Logan starting to spurt onto his hand and Logan's voice roughly whispering, "Come for me, baby," right in his ear and Kendall feels his own orgasm flow from him and into Logan. They ride through their orgasms together, and when it's over, Kendall flops down face first onto the bed next to Logan. Logan's turned his head to face him and they both lie there grinning and panting.

"You know," Kendall begins, somewhat shyly, "the first time we did this, when I came, I almost said I love you."

"Hmm? Why didn't you?" Logan asks, brushing Kendall's sweaty hair off his brow while moving just as few muscles as were strictly necessary to accomplish the job.

"You said you didn't want anyone loving you just to lose you," Kendall answers honestly.

Logan furrows his brow at that. "Did I? I couldn't have meant you-I'd never have meant you."

"Why didn't you ever say it to me?" Kendall asks.

"Well, before, when we were 'just' friends, it was always just there, wasn't it? I never questioned it, never doubted it. And then, after we weren't just friends anymore, any time I thought I should tell you I thought about how it would be giving it to you just to take it away, when I went…like..."

"Like my dad?" Kendall finishes for him, he can see the thought of it still upsets Logan.

Logan nods, and bites his lip. "I guess I hoped you just knew anyway," he whispers.

"Oh, I did. You showed me in every way possible." Kendall's smile lights up the night. "I love you, Logan."

"I love you too."

The next day they check out of the hotel, find a funky little diner by the beach and eat a huge breakfast in their swimtrunks and hoodies, and then head back onto the shore for some beach fun. This time they do utilize the sunscreen, getting a lot of pleasure from slathering it all over each other and rubbing it in well. Not an inch of skin is missed or left exposed to the sun's harmful rays.

They get back to the apartment just in time for lunch (Mama Knight's famous homemade-by Whole Foods-chicken salad on wheat bread), which is good timing as they are ravenous. Kendall sits right down at the table and starts making himself a sandwich, but Logan grabs some bread and walks it over to the toaster. When the toast pops, Logan sits down next to Kendall and he also has a bowl of watermelon cut into cubes with him.

"I didn't know there was watermelon," Kendall says.

"Would you like some?" Logan asks and Kendall nods. Logan puts a piece into Kendall's mouth, and when Kendall bites into it, a little juice runs down his chin, Logan gently swipes it up with his thumb and sticks his thumb into Kendall's mouth without even thinking how everyone's there. Kendall sucks the thumb right into his mouth, licks off the juice and Logan pulls his thumb back out with a pop.

Everyone is silent for a moment, and Logan says, "Um, yeah, so, we're together. Together together now." No one says anything, just goes back to eating.

"Aren't you going to say anything?" Kendall asks. Mama Knight and Katie just smile, little secret smiles like they've known all along, Carlos shrugs, and James says how the two of them have always been closer than any two people any of them have ever seen.

"We all just knew it was a matter of time. If it wasn't going on now, it'd being going on inevitably, at some point," James concludes.

The afternoon passes swiftly. They had decided at the diner that morning that Logan would call and tell his parents that he and Kendall are in love. Kendall was all for flying up to Minnesota and telling them together and in person, but Logan thinks they'd actually appreciate the distance and some time to get used to the idea. He's also going to tell them about his heart arrhythmia, but he and Kendall decide no one but the two of them needs to know about the misdiagnosis. It's a moot point now and he doesn't want any of the family hurt and worried after the fact. And they both would rather avoid the parental lectures on keeping things from their respective parents, and they agree they'd never keep anything that big from them again. The important thing here was they didn't keep it from each other, although they did let it keep them from expressing their love ("in words, anyway," Kendall says with a grin), so they figure lesson learned: they'll talk to their parents about major things from here on out. They also needed to tell Kendall's mom, but Logan took care of the announcing they're a couple unexpectedly at lunch, and the later private conversation about Logan's health fills in a lot of the questions she's had over Kendall's recent behavior. She knows how worried Kendall would be over the slightest risk to Logan's well-being. It never even occurs to her that her boys were in the throes of a potential catastrophe, she thinks Kendall would worry that much over Logan spraining an ankle, and she's not too far off in that assumption.

That night they get into Logan's bed. At the diner they had also discussed getting one bigger bed for the room, but decided they liked cuddling together on one of the twin beds for now. Maybe what they'd think of is moving to a place of their own and getting a bigger bed for there, maybe when they turn twenty-one. They're still getting used to the idea that they could dream about the future.

So for now, it's like it's been since they were kids, shutting out the lights and talking about whatever they want to share. The lights are completely off tonight because the moon is full and the blinds are half open to let in the glow.

They're facing each other and holding hands like arm wrestling except their fingers are laced together, just staring at each other, when Kendall begins to speak. "You always made me think of moonlight. I think the first really romantic thought I ever had was when I saw you waiting in the moonlight one night when my mom and me drove to pick you up outside the library when we were in junior high. You were looking up at the sky and hadn't heard us drive up, and your skin just glowed like it was taking in the light from the moon. It took my breath away."

Logan broke into a smile while Kendall was talking, and even in the cold blue glow of the moon, Kendall could see the blush creep up on Logan's cheeks.

"You've always made me think of sunlight, Kendall. Even on the coldest, darkest winter days up in Minnesota, or now that we're here, whether it's day or night, if we're not together and I try to picture you it's always in sunlight, and you're always smiling" Now it was Kendall's turn to blush. He bestows a soft kiss on Logan's lips.

"Once I noticed you in the moonlight, for a while there, I became obsessed with your lips," Kendall tells him, lightly tracing Logan's lips with his finger. "They always looked like a strawberry, and even when we were kids I wanted to know if they tasted like one. And then from about the time we were thirteen I wondered what it would taste like to kiss you."

"I wish you had, back then. Think of all the time we could've been together," Logan says.

"Dude, none of us had even had a girlfriend then, not even James-I really didn't think you'd be into it if I told you I wanted to kiss you," Kendall chides him, feeling a little defensive. Logan was there back then too, he could've made a move if he had the guts to. Maybe if they had started kissing when they were in their teens, they would've gotten in some of that making out they still haven't managed to do. Any time they've had enough privacy for kissing, it's always led to so much more. Their love is too strong for them to resist.

Almost as if he read that last unspoken thought (and maybe with these two, that's exactly what he could do), Logan says, "I've never not loved you, and could never imagine loving anyone else. I guess that's why I never did."

"Same," Kendall grins, then gets serious and looks Logan right in the eye. "After my dad died, I wasn't going to love anyone, no one was going to hurt me like his leaving me did again-but then with you I couldn't help it. I think I started falling in love with you the first time we met."

They both smile a little, remembering those two scared little boys they were, finding each other right when they were each needing someone.

But now it's time for these nearly full grown men to start appreciating what's right in front of them. Kendall takes his free hand and runs it over Logan's shoulder and squeezes his bicep.

"I like how soft your skin is over these hard muscles," he says in a low voice.

Logan runs his free hand over Kendall's hip, letting the side of his hand rub against the cut of the pelvic bone. "I like your soft skin over your sharp bones," he whispers back.

"Your hair is another very soft thing I like very much," Kendall tells him, running his fingers through Logan's silky dark hair.

"This is soft, and squishy," Logan says, poking Kendall's nose gently with his forefinger.

"Hey, leave my big nose out of this, you know I've always been self-conscious about that."

Logan kisses the tip of his nose softly. "I've always loved and admired it."

Kendall kisses Logan's earlobe. "This is soft too," he murmurs right into Logan's ear.

"You know what's velvety soft?" Logan asks, grasping on to what he's thinking about, and feeling it start to get hard just at his touch.

Kendall's eyes get really wide and now there's only one thing in all the world that he wants.

"Make love to me," Kendall says.

"I think I can do that for you," Logan answers.

Author's Note: So, that's it! I hope you liked it. And I hope, like me, when you get to the end of a story like this, you go back and read it from the beginning to see if you can pick up on some things. Like the last line of the first and last chapters, for instance. And I'm sure lots of you will have picked up on the real life references and allusions in this chapter- the beach date diner is utilized, Katie's smile when Logan announces they're together is based on that Ustream that Ciara did when she said, "Kogan," a reference to the opening lines of Untouchable, a quote from Paralyzed…As for what I got from The Blue Castle by Lucy Montgomery-she had the fatal diagnosis in a letter going to the wrong person with a slightly different spelling to her name after the doctor got word his son was injured, and she had the moment at the train tracks where the lead character's foot got caught. She didn't have the slash, though. (Her character did find love too.)

And, I'm sure anyone who's read my other stuff on Tumblr is not surprised at all that I could not kill Logan off, not even fictionally. I love him too much, I love Kendall (and his love for Logan) too much, I couldn't do that to either of them. I want to thank everyone for reading, I'd especially like to thank anyone who reviewed, I'd like to give an extra special thank you to people who recommended it on their blogs. These "characters" mean a lot to me, and I hope I did them justice, and I appreciate each and every reader who took the time to read what I wrote.