* So, so, so, so, SOOOOO sorry for the delay! I had the worst writer's block! But I was watching some BTR the other day and I got inspired again! I'll try to keep my updates more consistent from now on! READ AND REVIEW!

Logan's head was finally soothed by the state he knew to be sleep. Finally able to sleep. He laid there... wherever there was and slept, and slept, and slept...

"Mrs. Knight!" James said, his cellphone pressed to his ear as Mrs. Knight finally answered.

"What's up, James?"

"Um... Well, here's what happened. I walked into the kitchen... And Logan passed out."

"...Great explanation. Just dump him on his bed, I'll handle it when I get home."

"Um... okay." James said and hung up, "Okay, Carlos go throw him on his bed."

Carlos, being the adorable, but slightly slow funny guy that he was took this in the literal sense. He picked up his genius friend, flung him over his shoulder and went skipping into Logan's room. Shrugging he tossed Logan onto his bed and though most people Carlos had seen sleeping weren't lying sideways across the mattress, he figured whatever, at least he was on the bed.

Logan slept.

Carlos wandered aimlessly back into the kitchen and found Kendall pouring over... a book. Strange, of course Kendall read, he was big into that whole reading thing, but what was strange was that James was sitting beside him, his eyes also scanning the text. This was strange.

"Whatcha reading?" Carlos wondered aloud to them.

"Logan's got insomnia."

There was a long pause and Carlos then said, "So... Are you Dr. House now, or are you going to explain to me what the hell you're talking about?"

Kendall smirked.

"James, if you would." He said, gesturing towards the page he was on in the book lying open before them.

James cleared his throat and read importantly, "Insomnia: A form of sleep deprivation in which the person has difficulty falling asleep, sometimes lying awake for hours, others for days."

Carlos looked at them, still searching for another answer.

"We found the book lying on Logan's desk." Kendall replied simply.

Carlos nodded in understanding and then sitting down, he said, "Well... What's that mean?"

"He's hasn't slept in like... forever!" James said.

The guys had been best friends since... a long time. And it was always surprising when they discovered a secret that was being kept from them by one of the others. But with Logan, they knew him well enough to know he didn't like to admit when something was wrong with him.

They all jumped simultaneously as the door banged open and Katie entered shaking her head at them.

"Y'know Logan did the exact same thing when I came in earlier!"

Kendall glanced over at his other two friends and then said to his sister, "So... You can be smart sometimes-"

"Oh, thanks." Katie snapped sarcastically, walking away.

"No, not what I meant! I mean, we've got a problem." Kendall explained desperately.

"What's up?" She asked, irritably.

"Um, well... y'see..."

"Logan passed out earlier from sleep depriv... ateeon? Atihhhon...?"

"Deprivation, James." Kendall said, correcting him, "So, what we're wondering, is why Logan would keep this from us!"

Katie sighed, taking a seat with them at the table.

"You guys know that Logan doesn't like to admit when he's sick, even to his best friends. But he does hint. Because deep down, he wants help, and wants you to know. Think back. Hints?"

Kendall thought back over the past couple days. His mind almost instantly selected a particular memory.

Kendall turned off the TV one late night, Star Trek had just ended and he and Logan were both extremely tired. He stood up, stretching and asked with a yawn,

"You going to bed?"

"Yeah, I'll try."

Try.

That was it.

James flicked through his memory of the last two weeks. Anything? Wait. Stop. There it was.

"Yo, Logan, I'm making coffee, you want some?"

"Nah, I'm cutting back."

Why would he cut back?

Carlos skimmed his brain, looking for any kind of subliminal message Logan had inlaid in a sentence, a phrase, anything!

"Hey, Scrubs is on! You gonna watch with me?" Carlos called at about 11 'o clock at night.

"Nah, I'm freakin' tired."

Now, you would think, how could Carlos have possibly deduced insomnia from, "I'm freakin' tired." But it was the fact that Logan said something negative about his overall well-being. That was the key point there.

"Well?" Katie asked the guys impatiently.

"He did hint." They realized aloud.

"Dammnit, Logan! Why can't he just tell us straight out?" James demanded irritably.