Welcome to my new BTR story! Lots of Logan angst in this one, probably a bit from the others too. However, as always, this story will focus mainly on Logan. I don't know the update schedule for this, as right now, my 100 theme challenge is taking over my writing life, but I do have most of this story planned, so if people prefer this over Need, this will probably get updated more frequently.

Enjoy!

The sun was slowly beginning to set over Los Angeles, golden rays of settling light casting a glow over the busy city. Four boys slowly trudged through the gates of Palm Woods, heading towards the apartment blocks. The day had been long, Gustavo Rocque having put the four teenage boys through hell and back that day. Several hours of harmonies, dance rehearsals and recording their new album had put the producer in a foul mood, meaning lots of shouting directed towards his dogs.

Carlos Garcia, the smallest boy of the group, suddenly burst out into a grin. His tan skin stretched across his cheeks, small dimples forming as he began to jump up and down in a burst of energy, he grabbed his helmet and strapped it on.

Logan Mitchell sighed wearily before grabbing Carlos's arm, pulling him back before the hyperactive Latino could injure himself.

"Calm down Carlitos," He began, voice tired and strained from the long periods of singing. "Just chill for a bit, alright?"

Ignoring the genius's advice, Carlos pulled away running quickly into their apartment of 2J. Bounding up the stairs, he screamed at the top of his voice.

"Let's do this!"

Then threw himself head first down the swirly slide. Logan, Kendall and James just stood there and watched him, amused smirks planted on their faces. Carlos crashed into a heap at the base of the slide, completely motionless for a few seconds. Beginning to worry, Logan stepped forward, his hand outstretched to shake Carlos.

"Buddy, you o-" Logan started.

"That...was...AWESOME! Can we do it again?" Carlos interrupted, jumping to his feet like nothing had happened at all.

Rolling his eyes, Logan muttered gently. "I gotta get some new friends." Despite his drooping eyes and exhausted limbs, the small teenager went and sat beside Katie, who was looking over her algebra homework with confusion in her eyes.

"Need help there, Katie?" Hearing Logan's voice, Katie's eyes lit up and she immediately pulled up a chair beside her for Logan to sit, knowing that if Logan couldn't make her understand, no-one would be able to.

As always, James had already abandoned the family room in favour for the first shower since rehearsal, no doubt ready to use up all the shampoo, conditioner and shower gel in order to get his body back into the way he adores it to be.

Kendall however, following a vicious argument with his mother that morning, went straight to her side as she slaved over the hot stove in the kitchen, dutifully helping her cook the meal designed for four tired teenage boys, a growing girl and herself. That meant a lot of food, but adding Carlos's monster appetite onto that, it was a wonder all the food was able to fit into the oven.

Unable to stay angry at her oldest son, Mrs Knight cracked a smile, leaning over and kissing Kendall's cheek affectionately.

"Thank you, Kendall. But dinner's nearly done. Set the table and try and force James out the shower for me please?"

Nodding his reply, Kendall did just that, setting out five lots of knives, forks, drinks, plates and placemats, before heading over to the bathroom and smashing his fist against the wood.

"Oi, you're girly enough without smelling like strawberries, James! Up and out, food's done!"

Upon hearing the prospect of food, Carlos's eyes widened considerably, looking over from his attempt to scale the staircase while in a handstand. "Food?" He asked, almost drooling already.

Mrs Knight smirked knowingly. "Chicken Dinosaurs sound alright? If it isn't, I can always cook something else..." She teased, giggling a little as Carlos jumped with glee, forgetting he was still on his hands and falling down the few steps that he had actually managed to climb. Katie looked up from her Algebra work with excitement in her eyes; even Logan looked pleased with the idea.

They all race to the table, Katie taking her seat first before closely being followed by Carlos, who sits down with such a force his whole chair tips and he ends up flat on his back. Chuckling a little, Kendall asks him, "Dude, you alright down there?"

To which, the still grinning Latino replies: "Never better! This is why I wear my helmet!" and stuck his thumb up in confirmation.

James suddenly burst into the room, wearing nothing but a towel clinging to his hips. "Where's the chicken dinosaurs?" He exclaimed, eyes wide and shining with excitement. Who knew the concept of food would be so exciting for a teenage boy?

Mrs Knight cringed. "James, the food will still be here when you're dressed. Go." She ordered him, before setting the plates down on the table. Logan had joined them all during James's little outburst. Carlos and Kendall both picked up one of their Dinosaurs, Carlos opting for the T-Rex while Kendall took a Stegosaurus, and began to make them fight shamelessly. Katie and Logan rolled their eyes in unison at the immaturity of it all.

James finally rejoined them at the table, hair still dripping wet yet at least decent now in his pyjama pants and light t-shirt. He wasted no time in joining Kendall and Carlos in the prehistoric battle of the century.

Almost an hour later, all the food is gone, happily resting in the stomachs of 2J's inhabitants. James, only now realising he left his hair wet without filling it with products, begins to complain.

"No! My hair! Logan help me! My hair! It's going to frizz! Help!" Sighing, Logan stood and led James away to the tall boy and Carlos's shared bedroom, forcing James to sit down on the bed. He had been forced to do this many times before and knew the procedure well. Take the Cuda product, place a lot in the palm of your hand; rub your hands together until the product is body temperature and slick, before running it through James's hair evenly. Logan, of course, did it perfectly.

Interrupting James's little spa treatment; Logan's mobile began to ring in his pocket. Logan, being an organised person, tended to have different ring tones for different people, so as he would know who was calling before he even checked the Id, but the tune echoing from his mobile's speakers was the default ring, meaning, no-one from his contacts list.

Logan sighed lightly, running his hand quickly under the water to get the sticky product off his fingers before taking out his phone. He frowned as he read the words 'Unknown Number' on his screen.

"Probably some crazed fan that got your number, Logie. Go on, give them the best day of their life! Answer it!" James encouraged when he saw Logan's hesitance.

Once again sighing, the small raven-haired boy pushed the answer button and put the phone on speaker, awaiting the crazed scream of excitement from the mysterious caller who was probably a fan-girl.

But no crazed scream came, just the simple, foreboding professional voice.

"Hello, is this Logan Mitchell?" He recognised the voice; it was the police officer from his town! He'd recognise Tyler's voice anywhere, since he had been the one to look after Logan once his parents had all but abandoned him. However, something in his friend's tone worried him.

"Yeah, Logan speaking, Tyler, is that really you?" He couldn't keep the happiness from his voice from hearing his old Minnesotan friend. He and Tyler had grown close, the police officer often being the one to visit once Logan had been sent to a foster home when he was tiny.

"Yes, Logan, it's me. However, I don't bring the best of news; I don't really know how to tell you this."

Fear began to clench at Logan's heart, Tyler had never sounded so subdued before. His voice was too thick, as if he'd been crying. Maybe someone he knew had been killed in a robbery or something, and Tyler had to be the one to bring the news? Selfishly, Logan hoped that was the case. A long distant friend or someone he knew when he was little, someone like that dying, Logan could handle. He'd be upset for a while, but he'd get over it.

"Tyler what's wrong?" He couldn't keep his voice from shaking. His scared, brown eyes flickered to James, who just looked worried. His own eyes focused sharply on the phone Logan clutched in his white fingers.

"I'm sorry to report this to you Logan, I really wish I didn't have to.." It was obvious Tyler was beating around the bush, trying to give himself more time to come up with a suitable way to tell Logan. But the boy was having none of it.

"Tyler! Tell me what's going on!" All the politeness and respect that Logan usually held for authorities figures was no longer present. Only the worry and fear that something terrible had happened.

"Logan, your parents and sister... they're dead."

Logan's heart stopped.