A/N. Guys, I know that I didn't finish 'A Very Jagan Christmas' but that's because I got busy and then I was sick and then it was February and. . . yeah. But if enough people are still interested then I will be happy to finish it. I just. . . I just need to write an angsty Jagan haha. So yeah, this is another multi-chapter Jagan that I hope to actually finish. I hate unfinished projects. Yes. Anyway, we'll see!

"Logan?" James looked up from the newspaper he was reading and smiled up at Logan. "Hey, you're finally home." He folded the paper and set it aside before standing up and greeting his boyfriend with a light kiss. "I missed you." He murmured softly. "Welcome home."

Logan leaned into James' gentle touch, resting his forehead on James' shoulder. "Hi," He said quietly. "It's good to be home. I missed you too."

Immediately, James could tell that something was wrong. "Hey," He said, pulling slowly away. "Logie, is something wrong?"

Logan sighed and offered James a weak smile. "I'm sorry. It was a long day."

Concerned, James took Logan's wrist in a gentle grip and walked him over to the couch. "Sit down." He instructed. "Now," He sat down close to Logan so that their knees were touching. "Talk to me."

Another sigh shuddered through Logan and he rubbed his temple with his fingertips. "I just. . . I lost this patient and. . . I was so sure that she was fine, James. I thought I had saved her. She was fifty-two and had a stroke but her husband called 911 and they brought her in so quickly so it wasn't like we didn't have enough time. One minute, she was perfectly stable and the next. . ." Logan trailed off and shrugged, looking into James' eyes, his own chocolate brown orbs filled with tears. "She was crashing and. . . I lost her."

"Oh, Logan." James sighed then and leaned forward to take Logan into his arms. "I'm sorry." He was so proud of Logan for achieving his dream of being a doctor but he hated it when Logan came home so broken and upset. "You know that you can't save everyone, right?" He whispered softly into Logan's ear, while one hand ran up and down his back in a soothing manner.

"I know." Logan whispered, his face pressed into the crook of James' neck. "It's just so. . . hard when I can't save someone. A-and when I have to t-tell their families, James. That's the worst part."

James closed his eyes. He couldn't imagine how horrible it was telling someone that their loved one was gone for good. What if he lost Logan? His grip tightened as the thought passed through his mind and he shuddered slightly. He never wanted to think about that. "Logie," His whispered. "I'm so sorry and I. . . I wish I could help you more."

At his words, Logan drew away very slowly and forced a more convincing smile. "You are helping me." He said gratefully. "It makes it easier when I can just. . . tell you absolutely everything and you just listen. It means a lot."

"I'm glad." James returned Logan's smile and placed a hand gently on his face to wipe the remaining tears away. "Just remember," He added, leaning in to drop a tender kiss on Logan's forehead. "You're an amazing doctor and that hospital is so lucky to have you. And you'll always have me. I love you, Logan."

Logan's smile grew and he returned James' kiss. "I love you too, James." He murmured in contentment. "So much."

James wrapped his arms around the smaller man and pulled him close. "So," He said, resting his chin on top of the dark brown hair. "What do you want to do?" He knew to be gentle with Logan because even though he had been cheered, it was only a small comfort and he was still hurting. "We can watch a movie or-"

"Miracle?" Logan asked, suggesting James' favorite movie.

James knew that Logan had suggested that movie because he loved it so much. "I'd love to but is that really what you want to watch? We can watch something else tonight if you'd rather."

Logan shook his head, the pain in his eyes lightening with each passing second that he spent in James' arms. "No, I like Miracle. I love watching you when we watch it. It makes you so happy."

James laughed lightly. "Okay, then." He said, giving Logan one last quick kiss before standing up to set up the movie. "I guess I can't argue with that." He moved about the room, hurrying to get the movie started so he could be back with Logan.

As soon as James sat back down, Logan leaned into him, resting his head against the broad chest. James responded by draping an arm over his shoulders and giving him a light squeeze. "Thanks," Logan said quietly as the opening credits began. "You always make me feel so much better. Sometimes it's easier if I can just. . . distract myself."

James couldn't resist. "Is a distraction what you really want?" He asked with a mischievous grin. He sat up from his reclined position on the couch and took Logan's chin firmly in one hand, tilting his face upwards until their lips met. As they kissed, he placed his hands on Logan's waist and slid a hand under his thin cotton t-shirt to gently stroke his bare back.

Logan shuddered at the intimate contact and leaned in closer, lifting one hand to touch the side of James' face and then settling it into his brunette hair, and running his fingers through the silky soft strands. "J-James," He stammered.

"Are you okay?" James reluctantly pulled away to look carefully at Logan.

"Y-yeah." Logan's stammer still had yet to leave him. "I-I just. . . we're missing your favorite movie."

Only Logan would honestly worry about James missing a movie he had probably seen a hundred times before. James chuckled softly and responded by pulling Logan back to him. "Yeah, that's okay though. We can pay more attention next time we watch it. Carlos and Kendall are supposed to come over tomorrow night. Maybe we'll behave better then.

Logan laughed then. "I hope so. But just the same, I don't think Kendall or Carlos would be too thrilled about watching Miracle again."

James grinned. "They can always watch us." He teased, kissing Logan again.

"I'm sure," Logan whispered in between kisses. "I'm sure that they wouldn't be bored. However," He added, sitting back so that he could actually look at James. "I don't want to be rude."

"I'm confused then," James said, taking a quick glance at the TV, surprised at how far along the movie was. "Do you want to make out now or tomorrow in front of Kendall and Carlos?"

"Both," Logan said right away. "But I'll settle for right now and try to restrain myself in front of the others."

"Sounds like a plan." James sighed and rested his forehead against Logan's, running his fingers his lightly muscled arms. "What time do you get home tomorrow anyway?"

"I go in a 7:00." Logan made a face at the thought of having to arrive at work so early. "But that means I can get off pretty early. Probably 2:00. What time did you tell Kendall and Carlos to come over?"

"5:30." James smiled against Logan's lips. "That leaves us. ."

"Three and a half hours, Math Whiz." Logan teased.

"Hey," James protested. "You're smart enough for the both of us, thanks very much." Content to watch the movie for the time being, he leaned back, resting his head on the back of the couch and pulling Logan into his lap.

Logan only paid a little attention to the movie itself. He really did love to observe James watching his favorite movie. A child-like excitement lit up his hazel eyes and the smile that graced his beautiful face, showed off small dimples in his face. It almost made Logan completely forget how bad he had been hurting only moments ago. It was almost enough to make him completely forget the agony of defeat and losing another human life. He felt safe in James' arms, surrounded by a peace that was impossible to describe. He had stopped trying to understand it and merely be thankful for it. For James.

James glanced down at Logan after some time and smiled when he saw his boyfriend sound asleep. He was so beautiful but James especially loved watching him sleep. The worried and stressed lines that marred his forehead during the day when work was on his mind, would fade until they were invisible and Logan looked as peaceful and as innocent as a very young child, without a care in the world.

A/N. Oh man. This was probably as usual, a horrible failure and I'm sorry. I also apologize for the shortness of this chapter but it's just the introduction so. . . review? Maybe?