Some of you guys guessed what was going to happen in your reviews, and you got it! I'm really glad all of you love this story so much, and it's strange to think that it will be coming to an end! I can't believe that it's been over a year since I started this, and I thank you guys so much for sticking it out and staying with this story till (quite literally,) the very end. I love you all so much, thank you for all the lovely reviews!

I do not own Big Time Rush.

It seemed as though Kendall sat at his mother's grave for hours, talking about everything that had gone on in the past couple of years. He knew that in reality, he was confiding in no one, just a hole in the ground with his mother's body in it, but it was really refreshing to just speak about his problems in the open to the memory of someone he could really trust.

"Overseas was so scary Mom. I probably wouldn't have made it through without my friend Jacob that I had met on ride over. He was amazing, a down-home, real southern gentleman." Kendall laughed, cherishing the memory of his friend as he told the story. "He died over there…I was really looking forward to him coming up to visit when we made it back to the states, you know, to meet everyone. To meet you."

Just as Kendall let his head hang, his cell phone began to buzz in his jeans pocket. Sighing, he stuck his hand inside and pulled out his phone, seeing a picture of Katie. Sliding his finger over the touch screen, he held the device to his ear. "Hello?"

"Kendall! You need to get down to the hospital RIGHT NOW!"

The blonde instinctively jerked the phone away from his ear, his little sister yelling into hers on the other line. Pulling it back to his head quickly after, he held it there firmly, instantly shooting up from his sitting position and standing erect.

"Katie, what happened?"

"It's James, he crashed his car!"

That was the only thing Kendall needed to hear before he was full on racing to Lilah's car, jumping in the driver's seat and starting the SUV up, peeling out of the cemetery. As he drove down the road at breakneck speed, Kendall couldn't help to feel that odd sensation again, like he knew something like this was going to happen.

Carlos had woken up that morning in a surprisingly relaxed mood. He had slept better than he had in weeks the night before, knowing that all of the drama of his past relationship was out of the way, and that he could return to work with a sane head on his shoulders.

As he walked around his apartment, making his breakfast and getting ready for work, it was refreshing for him to see a blank refrigerator, no pictures of the person who had almost ruined his life.

"Alright, Bradley that's good! Keep up the pace guys you're all doing great!" Carlos hollered out at the children skating along on the ice rink, their small and determined faces putting a smile on his. In his opinion, he couldn't get a better job than this.

If you had asked him what career he had wanted to spend the rest of his life at when he was a teenager, he would have either said a stunt man, or a professional hockey player. Since he never quite made it at either, he had stuck with teaching and coaching hockey at the local ice house. He could even say he almost ended up as a professional singer, if the record producer Kendall impressed would have actually taken him and his other three as a group.

His job now was fulfilling and was decent money. It something he could look forward to when he woke up every day.

"Alright everybody, bring it in!" Carlos smiled, skating to the middle of the rink, watching as all his students gathered around him. "You guys did awesome today, and remember, we have practice next Tuesday at three-thirty!"

As all the kids grinned and skated toward the exit, Carlos smiled, following along and waiting for all of them to get off the rink safely. After talking with a few of the parents about next week's schedule, he sat down on the bleachers, beginning to untie his skates and toss them into his bag.

"Mr. Garcia! Mr. Garcia, you have a phone call, it sounds pretty urgent," Amy, the teenaged girl that worked behind the front desk of the rink had run up to Carlos, handing him a cordless phone. Taking the phone quickly, Carlos had no idea of the incident he was about to hear of.

Earlier at the hospital, Logan had just gotten done with a very successful brain surgery that had him working for a countless amount of hours, his nerves rattled but relieved that it was over.

Walking out to the front desk, Logan smiled to the familiar receptionist, discussing the surgery and its success. But it seemed just as quickly as his conversation had begun, the double doors were flying open, nurses and doctors on either side of a gurney, running into the ER with a bloodied patient in the middle. Being the head of the medical team, they had made their way to Logan in a hurry.

"What happened?" Logan looked down at the person laying on the stretcher, their face extremely bloodied, their neck incased by a brace.

"He was in a car accident, but we're not sure of what time. Someone found him on the side of the road this morning. His head is split open and he has multiple breaks. He's critical," One of the doctors told Logan as they had begun to wheel the man back to the operating room.

"Sir, I'm Doctor Mitchell, everything is going to be alright. Can you tell me your name?" Logan held onto the man's wrists, doing his best to check his pulse as one of the nurses pulled the oxygen mask from the victim's face. "L-Logan…"

The brunette's eyes focused a little, his eyebrows furrowing when he heard the man's cracked voice say this. His blood spattered hand moved down to hold onto Logan's, and suddenly, it was obviously and painfully apparent who the man lying on the gurney was.

"James! James, listen to me, it's going to be okay, and I'm here. I'm not going to let anything happen to you," Logan grasped onto his friend's hand tightly as the nurse slipped the mask back over the tall man's nose and mouth, the brunette gulping down the lump in his throat as he watched James' eyes roll to the back of his head. "He's my best friend; we have to begin operating now." Logan could feel himself begin to tense up.

Nearly falling flat on his face as he ran into the hospital, Carlos bolted past the desk and ignored the screaming receptionist. He knew where Logan usually was because he had come up to the hospital to eat lunch with him countless times. "JAMES?"

As he burst through the double doors James was wheeled through hours ago, he was met by two police officers, who grabbed him by the arms and yanked him backwards. His glasses were knocked across the sleek floor as he struggled to get away from the two larger men. "Please stop! I have to get in there, I have to see James!"

"Wait, officers! He's with me!" Kendall's voice seemed God sent as Carlos felt the cop's grip on his biceps loosen, going completely away as the blonde smiled at the two, then handed the Latino his glasses. "Hey Carlos."

"Where is he? Where's James?" The black haired man frantically asked, looking over Kendall's shoulders, jumping as if he was going to get a glimpse of the brunette. "Hey, just calm down…he's in surgery now."

The blonde lead Carlos back to the waiting area where he was sitting with Lilah, the girls, and James' parents. Tears were water falling down Mrs. Diamond's face, her husband's arm wrapped tightly around her shoulders in a comforting hug. As the two sat down, Carlos leaned forward, hands running through his soft hair. "What happened?"

"I was on the phone with James yesterday, and he was really upset over what had happened between you three," Mrs. Diamond began a tissue guarding her eyes as she cried a little more. "He said he was coming right home…"

Carlos' pupils felt as though they were shaking, his heart pounding a little faster, his legs becoming restless, bouncing up and down nervously. "They said some couple found him this morning, lying on the side of the road in the grass, his car about twenty feet away, flipped over and totaled."

Lilah's voice was shaken as she explained, holding her smallest daughter in her lap, Katie sitting in the chair next to her, eyes filled with saddened tears.

"Oh my God," Carlos slid his glasses from his face, dropping them to his lap and placing his hands over his face, beginning to sob into his palms. He felt awful; worse than he had when Kendall had died, and worse than he had during the entire three-way fight between his friends. In the back of his mind, he knew if it wasn't for the quarrel they had all gotten in the day before, they probably wouldn't be sitting here, waiting on James to come out of surgery.

Suddenly, a familiar face appeared in the waiting area, everyone's attention suddenly shooting up to Logan. He was wearing a light blue pair of scrubs, a white mask hanging around his neck. The entire group of loved one's throats went dry as they scanned Logan's clothes, seeing them stained and soaked in dark red blood.

"Honey! How is he?" Lilah's eyes went wide, her lips left apart as everyone desperately awaited the outcome. Logan's eyes closed for a moment, his chest expanding as he took a deep breath in, pulling one of his latex gloves from his hand and wiping away the sweat that was beading his forehead.

"We did everything we could…" Logan started, his voice sounding choked up, his mouth twitching at the corners. "…but his injuries were extremely extensive. We were able to stabilize him, for now."

"What do you mean for now?" Kendall stood up from his chair, staring Logan sternly in the eyes. Everyone was visibly shaken, not ready to get the bad news that they knew was about to leave their friend's mouth. "He's…he's doesn't have that much longer. You guys should come see him to say goodbyes."

With that, James' mother threw herself at Mr. Diamond, her sobs echoing throughout the entire ward as she cried into her husband's chest. Lilah's hand had come over her mouth, depressing her sounds as she hunched over, hugging Katie and her biological daughter tightly in her arms. Kendall could feel himself become wobbly, his real leg on the verge of giving out. As for Carlos, he just couldn't hold it in any longer, and began to wail into his palms, tears rolling down his cheeks.

This was it.

Nobody actually wanted to see what James looked like after the fatal crash he had taken, but they all knew it had to be done. As Logan's hand grasped around the handle of the door, he opened it gently, the sound of machines beeping and buzzing instantly apparent as they all crept inside.

James' mother almost collapsed when she laid eyes on her son, his once beautiful face now bruised and swollen. A wrapping was tightly around James' head, keeping his skull from caving in, and a bulky brace around his neck. Stiches lined his cheek, one eye covered up by a gory looking bandage. Lilah immediately covered Alysia and Katie's eyes, hurrying them back out of the room.

As the group surrounded James, Carlos reached down and took one of his hands in his own, watching his uncovered eye open, his torn and cut lips part open. "Carlos?"

"Yeah James, it's me. We're all here," Carlos replied, his voice ridden with cracks and chokes as he watched James' eye travel around the room, seeing all of the people he loved.

"Looks like I don't have much longer…" James said through his swollen face, and everyone noticed he was missing an immense amount of teeth. His parents came up beside him, both of them in tears as he struggled to look at them. "James baby, Mom and Dad are here," Mrs. Diamond cried, holding his hand tightly.

A strained smile played on James' lips as he saw their faces, his vision a little blurry as blood swirled in his eye. "I love you guys so much…" he whispered, their expressions making him sad, the morphine dripping into his vein not letting him feel any pain as his mother picked up his arm and kissed his hand gently.

"Where's Kendall and Carlos?" he said at once, his brown eye searching the room until he found them. "We're here James," Kendall spoke, his arms crossed, his eyes watering as he watched his friend struggle to breath. "Come here."

James' parents backed away as the two men came up to James' side, staring down at him as he blinked his exposed eye, smiling at the two faces he loved most.

"I-I just want you…both of you t-to know that I am, I'm so sorry for what I did," James' expression turned, his words beginning to jumble up and sound groggy. Carlos and Kendall squeezed his hand, the blonde shushing him. "Please, James you don't need to apologize, we forgive you."

James' lips began to shake as he tightened his grip the best he could on his lover's hands, his arm shaking, and his eye beginning to water. "I love you guy…guys so much. I am sorry. So sorry…"

As he said these words, Carlos leaned down and kissed his forehead, his tears dripping down onto his ex's bandages. "We're sorry too James, we love you."

When Carlos leaned up, the grip that James had on their hands suddenly began to lighten, his eye closing and the beeping on the heart monitor machine he was hooked to slowly beginning to diminish, until it was a long and steady sound. The group of people in the room couldn't believe it. James…was gone forever.

As Kendall sat on Logan's couch that night, he held Katie in his arms, the siblings curled together as they cried and talked and sat in utter silence for what seemed to be eternity. Some of the things that his younger sister remembered about James surprised Kendall and it warmed his heart to know that the sandy haired man had left such an impression on her.

The blonde recollected that kiss he and James shared when he was finally being deployed overseas; how beautiful and heartwarming that moment was. It would stick with him forever, the image burned into his mind like it had been branded into his brain.

Just as James had seen the apparition of Kendall in the photograph Carlos had taken, the solider was imagining his lover's form as the two sat in that wonderful tree where they shared their first I love you's. He would never, ever forget the spring leaves casting their shadows on James' face, that sound of the lawnmower in the distance as they spoke those three small words that were so tiny, yet meant so much.

For Carlos, it seemed as though as quickly as he had gotten James out of his life, the brunette man he had come to love was back in it. Every horrible moment of lies and screams seemed to fade away into unknown memory in comparison to all of the wonderful times the two had shared.

Growing up together, laughing and playing in the snow when they were kids…meeting Kendall and Logan together on the playground. Comforting one another after the misunderstood tragedy of losing their best friend…these were the only things that Carlos could think about as he drove down the road that night. It seemed as if these things were the only things that really mattered at this point.

Reaching into the garbage can in the kitchen of his apartment, Carlos found the crumpled up thing that he was looking for, unballing it and smoothing it out. Smiling at the photograph of James and himself at the beach, he stuck it to the fridge with the silly banana magnet that the tall man had convinced him to buy…that didn't seem all that silly anymore.

The End.