A/N: I know it has been a while, but here's the next chapter. It sucks. I think it sucks. Oh well. Review anyway? Please? And please give ideas :) Dedicated to Boston Anonymous.
Kogan abc K- Killer Wont Kill You Now (lame title I know..) FLUFF
A fairly drunk Logan staggered out of a bar. He looked around the parking lot searching for his car. He didn't care what anyone said, he actually could drive better when he was intoxicated. Getting slightly irritated, Logan pulled a box of cigarette out of his pocket. He lit one and took a long much-needed drag. Just as he was about to stick his plump lips on the butt again, someone ran straight into him. His cigarette and the box flew from his fingers and rolled into a puddle.
"That's fucking great. Watch where the fuck you're going next time!" Logan growled picking himself off the ground and brushing off his jeans.
"S-s-sorry." the stranger stuttered before scurrying off. Logan just shook his head.
"Fuck." Logan muttered searching for the box of cigarettes. He looked around.
"Is this what you were looking for?" A man in his late twenties handed Logan the box he was looking for.
"Yeah, thanks." Logan took the object and pulled out a cigarette. He patted his pockets for his lighter. A flame flicked in front of him. Logan held his cigarette in the flame. He inhaled deeply, blowing out the smoke before offering the older man a cigarette.
"Nah, I don't smoke." the man declined shaking his head. Logan stuffed the pack back into his pocket before turning to leave. "Hey, maybe we could hang out." Logan turned toward the man and scrunched up his eyes.
"I don't think so." he replied before starting to walk off. He tensed up as he felt a hand grip his shoulder.
"I like you. You act all big and bad, but underneath your just a scared little boy. Probably daddy problems, am I right? It doesn't matter. You're beautiful. I could just fuck you...all...night...long." the man whispered the last words leaning close to Logans ear. He shrugged off the hand and backed up.
"What the fuck man?" Logan cried out as the man grabbed at his waist. "Get off me!" the brunette tried to push the man away as he ground his hips against Logans.
"Shut up. Don't make me cut you." the man threatened pushing a knife to Logans throat. Logan gulped and his breathing turned erratic. He felt the man press himself more against himself, sucking on his neck and fingers tracing his slightly defined abs. The brunette felt tears sting his eyes. He knew what was about to happen. He was going to be raped. He knew it was going to hurt. It was going to fuck him up even more than he already was. Logan slowly began to except his fate as he felt the mans hardened length rub against his thigh.
"Are you excited to bottom for me baby?" the man whispered his tongue trailing along the shell of Logans ear.
"Fuck you." Logan growled. He could just let the man violate him. He had to fight back, even if it killed him. The mans eyes flashed as he tightened his hold on the knife and pressed it further into Logans neck. Logan grabbed the mans wrist and tried to push it away fro him. It was to no avail. The man was just too strong. Before the man could kill him, Logan stepped into the street and in front of a car.
"I think he's waking up... Mr. Mitchell, can you hear me? Mr. Mitchell?" Logan slowly opened his eyes and the smell of anesthetics hits his nose. He looked around and recognized the plain white walls of a hospital room. Two men in their late thirties sat in chairs by his bed. One of the men was talking.
"Yeah." Logan answers nonchalantly. He really just wanted to go back to sleep.
"Do you remember what happened?" the officer asked.
"I jumped in front of a car." the brunette replied. The answer came out in a very 'duh' manner. He took a breath as his eyes slowly began to droop.
"Good, so why did you do it?" te officer asked.
"A male...late twenties...black hair...tan skin...tried to rape me." Logan answered in short fragments. He could hardly keep his eyes open at this point. Both the officers looked surprised.
"That sounds like that rapist-murder on the loose. It definitely fits his description. Mr. Mitchell looks like all his other victims." this was the first time the other officer spoke up. " It looks like your a lucky man Mr. Mitchell. You're the only person known to successfully get away." The officer patted Logan on the shoulder, giving him a weak smile. With that Logan fell unconscious.
A couple days later Logan was released from the hospital. He was instantly taken into witness protection. He told hem multiple times that he didn't need to stay in someone's house and have them take care of him. He would be perfectly fine by himself. But they didn't listen. By the end of the day he was told that a very generous single father offered to board him. That's just fucking great. Logan thought. Not only will I be putting him in danger, but also a little kid.
"His name is Kendall Knight. He's a divorced single father. His daughters name is Stacy. She's eight years old. They live in Minnesota. What I'm about to say next is very important, you must remember it. Your name is Hortense Henderson and you're from Texas-" Logan quickly cut off the FBI agent.
"Hortense? That is a girl's name. I am not going to have a girls name." The boy argued.
"Fine, what name do you want?" The agent asked becoming irritated.
"Phillip."
"Fine, Phillip, you are from Texas and you came to Minnesota to help your cousin, Kendall, with his daughter, Stacy, after his recent divorce from Jo. This is your new identity. Don't forget it. Don't tell anyone your true identity. Don't mess this up. Your life is no longer the only one on the line now." The agent finished his speech and the vehicle came to a stop. "Good luck." Logan nodded and stepped out. He looked at the cozy little house in front of him. He turned around just in time to watch the FBI agent speed off. Logan shook his head and turned back to the house. He jumped up the steps and knocked on the door. A little blonde girl opened the door.
"Hi!" She squeaked.
"Stacy! What have I told you about opening the door, especially to strangers?" A man with blonde hair, a big nose, extremely bushy eyebrows, and gorgeous...ehem...really green eyes rushed towards the door scolding his daughter. "Oh," The two men stared at each other. The man was fascinated with Phillip. His look gave off a tough vibe. It was quite simply sexy...at least that's what the lady's would probably think.
"Daddy?" Stacy asked when her father had suddenly fallen silent.
"What? Oh, right. You must be Phillip." The man said holding out his hand.
"No, Lo- I mean, yeah I'm Phillip." Logan introduced himself almost blowing his cover already. He awkwardly shook the mans hand.
"I'm Kendall, and this is Stacy." He said shyly. Logan nodded at the two of them. Kendall let him in before shutting the door.
"What happened to your neck?" Stacy asked touching the scare forming on Logan's neck. Logan flinched.
"Stacy! Don't ask Phillip personal questions! It's rude." her father scolded. Stacy just nodded and said a small apology. "Are you hungry Phillip?" Logan shook his head.
"I would like to go to sleep." The brunette stated plainly.
"Oh right. The guest bedroom is down the hall and on the right." Kendall told him. Logan nodded in thanks and he quickly went to the room. He shut and locked the door behind him. He slid down to the ground with his back against the wood. He couldn't hold out any longer. Tears ran down his face and he silently cried. He cried for his fucked up life. For the fact that he was twenty-two and he had no family or friends. He was a drunk. He smoked. He was almost raped. He put up this bad boy facade. It was the only thing he knew now. He didn't know who he was anymore. The room in front of him began to blur from all the tears running down his face. He sniffled and cautiously made his way to the bed. He climbed under the covers and fell asleep.
There was a loud knocking on the bedroom door. Logan pried open his eyes. They were full of sleep and his nose was stuffed up from all the crying.
"Phillip? Do you want some br-breakfast?" Kendall called through the door. Logan groaned slightly.
"No."
"Are you sure? It's no trouble-"
"I don't." Logan replied a little more harshly then he had intended. He had cried. Now it was time to invent Phillip Henderson. The black clothes wearing badass with an aura of mystery. Perfect.
About an hour later, Logan walked into the living room. He had a black shirt with dark skinny jeans on. His hair was spiked up into a faux. His chocolate eyes screamed 'Fuck you', but if you looked deep enough you could almost see them whispering 'helpme'. He looked all around like a bad boy. It was such a turn on to Kendall.
"Kendall. Kendall. I'm going out. Kendall?" Logan snapped his fingers in front of the boys face. Kendall closed his mouth, which had fallen open when Logan had walked in, and looked at the brunette confused.
"What?" he asked.
"I'm going out." Logan replied.
"Oh okay. Do you want me to come?" Logan shook his head. Logan headed out the door. Kendall quickly jumped up when he realized he didn't have a vehicle to take him the fifteen mile to town. "Phillip." Kendall called running after Logan who was already halfway down the street. "Phillip!" Kendall reached out and grabbed the boys arm. Logan jumped, flinched, and cowered away from the blonde. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. Didn't you hear me calling you? You can take my car. Its fifteen miles to town, that's a long walk." Kendall chuckled. A small ghost of a smile passed by Logans face before it disappeared.
"No thanks. I was just going to walk around." Logan replied, making a mental note to remember his name was now Phillip.
"Oh okay. Well..." Kendalls voice trailed off. He desperately wanted to ask if he could go, but he was afraid.
"Um...would you like to come?" Logan asked taking the hint. Kendall nodded shyly. They started off down the street in silence.
"So why are you in the witness protection program?" Kendall asked trying to start a conversation.
"Why are you a divorced single father?" Logan retorted.
"Touché." Kendall replied. The walked a little in silence before Kendall started talking again. "In high school, when we were freshman, I met a girl. Her name was Jo. We had a drunken hook up at a party. She soon found out she was pregnant, and I promised I would help her with the baby. I kept my promise and we soon fell in love with each other. We got married right out of high school. Then things started going down hill. She started drinking more and more alcohol and she started doing drugs. I moved out with Stacy after a while. Then... I found out i was gay. As soon as Jo found out, she signed divorce papers and she tried to get custody of Stacy. We took it to court and they decided it was better for Stacy to be with her disgusting fag ass father than with her crack head mother." Logan eruptly turned to Kendall.
"Never say that! It doesn't matter if your gay, it matters that you love your daughter." Kendall nodded as Logans words slowly sunk in. "Besides, if you ever say anything bad about gay people again, I will have no problem kicking your ass." Logan threatened. Kendall awkwardly laughed.
"You're joking right?" Kendall asked starting to get slightly afraid. Logan just turned and walked away. "Phillip?" Kendall called running to catch up with him.
Kendall walked back into the living room after reading Stacy a bedtime story. He took a seat on the couch and turned the tv on. He flipped through the channels and until he found New Girl, his secret favorite show.
"New Girl(1), really?" Logan took a seat on the couch. Kendall jumped and clutched his heart. He hadn't heard the man walk in.
"Um...well, i can turn it." Kendall offered. Logan shook his head. He would never admit it, but he actually liked the show.
About five minutes into the show Kendall looked over at Logan. A small smile was plastered on his face. He stifled his laughter as Jess did something presumably funny. Logan caught Kendall looking at him. Kendall blushed and turned back to the tv. Logan just rolled his eyes and resumed watching the show.
Once New Girl was over Kendall turned off the tv. They sat there in silence for a few moments. Just as Kendall was about to get up and leave, Logan started to talk. He looked straight forward and talked, as if he was just saying something to say it.
"I walked out of the bar. I was really drunk and I couldn't find my car. Someone ran into me and I fell. I looked around for the pack of cigarettes that was in my hand, but a man found them first. He seemed pretty nice, he gave me back my pack and offered me a light. Then I tried to leave, but he grabbed me. He said... He said... I tried to push him away from me, but he had a knife. He threatened to cut me. I knew what was going to happen, and I couldn't live with myself knowing something like that happened to me. So before he could do anything, I stepped in front of a car. Now I'm here." Logans voice trailed off. Kendall took a deep breath trying to take in what he had just heard.
"I'm so sorry." was all Kendall could say. Logan nodded.
"Thank you for..." Logan sighed not wanting to finish his sentence.
"No problem." Kendall whispered laying his hand on top of Logans. Logan raised his chocolate eyes to meet Kendalls green ones. The brunette slowly leaned closer to Kendall. Their lips connected in a kiss that left both of them breathless. Kendalls face was deep red, and Logan adverted his eyes.
"I'm going to bed." Logan quickly got up from the couch. The blondes face fell slightly, but he just nodded.
"Good night Phillip." Kendall called after him.
"Good night." Logan replied.
Kendall went to his room and stretched out on his bed. He felt so bad for 'Phillip'. For what almost happened to him, but Kendall was glad he had gotten the man to open up. Kendall smiled as he thought back to when their lips connected, it was pure heaven. The blonde sighed as he remembered how quickly 'Phillip' left afterwards. Maybe its because Kendall had a child. That was a reason most guys didn't like him. Kendall closed his eyes. He liked how when he was next to 'Phillip', it was like Kendall was the submissive one. 'Phillip' would be the protector, and Kendall had nothing to worry about. Kendall sighed as he slowly fell asleep.
The next morning Kendall woke up with a smile on his face. Despite 'Phillip' scurrying away right after the kiss, Kendall still feels giddy. He climbed out of bed and walked into the kitchen where he found Stacy at the table.
"Look Daddy! I drew Phillip a picture!" Stacy gushed as she held up a drawing of...a person with a triangle on their head? Kendall smiled at his daughter and kissed her head.
"Let's go see if he's awake so you can give him his drawing." Kendall replied walking off towards the guest room. He knocked on the door. He received no answer, so he knocked again. Still there was no answer. He slowly opened the door and peeked inside. Logan was no where to be seen. "That's weird." Kendall mummered to himself. He turned to his daughter. "How about i make you some breakfast?" the blonde asked heading towards the kitchen. He couldn't help but something bad had happened to 'Phillip'.
There was a knock on the front door. Stacy jumped up to open it but Kendall quickly grabbed her. "Stacy, how about you go play with your Barbie's in your room." the blonde told his daughter.
"Okay." Stacy replied hurrying off to his room. Kendall cautiously made his way to the front door. He was afraid the guy who tried to rape 'Philip' kidnapped him. Now he might be coming back for Kendall and his daughter. Kendall grabbed the bat that was beside the door. He cocked it back as he pulled open the door.
"Woah!" Logan yelped holding up his hands. Kendall dropped the bat and clutched his chest.
"Where have you been? You scared me!" Kendall groaned. Logan chuckled nervously.
"I left, because i thought that i was too much of a hassle to stay here. I came back, because i thought you might be worried-" Logan started, but Kendall cut him off by pressing their lips together.
"I was worried about you!" Kendall exclaimed pulling away from 'Philip's lips. Logan backed away slightly before Kendall could kiss him again.
"I had he right idea the first time. I should go." Logan mumbled quickly turning away.
"Its because i have a daughter isn't it." Kendall called after him. He felt like a girl, begging for the guy to love her. He hated feeling like this.
"Not at all. Have you seen me? I'm a mess. That's why." Logan replied turning around.
"People can change Philip." Kendall replied taking Logans hand in his.
"Logan. My name is Logan." Logan replied looking into Kendalls green eyes.
"You don't have to be a mess anymore Logan." Kendall whispered kissing the older boy.
A/N: So what did you think?
(!). I love New Girl!