A/N: So, this has been sitting in my doc manager since October... I have no excuses.

A blood curdling scream pierced the air, waking both James and Logan out of their slumber. Sarge was barking manically from his kennel, trying to get out. Quickly grabbing their guns, the two raced out of bed and made their way into the hallway. The screaming continued, and all James wanted to do was retch the door open, but he had to be smart. This was not the time to let his poor impulse control to take over. Kendall's life is at risk.

Both men took the safety off their guns and faced the ajar bedroom door head-on. The crack between the door and the door jam was the same as when James left it, so he decided the intruder came through the window. Logan motioned to James that he would go low and for James to go high. The brunette silently nodded and placed his left hand on the door knob gently. Mouthing a countdown, the moment his lips formed the word three, James swung the door open and both he and Logan rushed into the room.

Their eyes quickly scanned the room, lit with only the moonlight, searching for an intruder. The only thing they found was Kendall wrapped up in his blankets, still asleep, screaming bloody murder.

James quickly pushed the safety on his gun, and moved to sit on the bed beside Kendall. He hesitantly placed his hands on the kid's shoulders and firmly shook him, trying to wake him up. Kendall's eye flew open, unfocused and dialated. He then started to fight against James, swinging his arms and legs, trying to make any contact with the dark figure looming above him. Logan went to the other side of the bed and tried to help James pin the flailing teen who was still enraptured in a nightmare.

"Kendall! You're okay! It's me, Ja-" Kendall's fist connected with James' mouth, cutting off his sentence. His lip busted and blood entered his mouth.

"Dammit," he hissed, swallowing down some of the blood. "Kendall!"

Kendall stilled in both of the mens' hold. His eye focused on the faces above him and he took in a shuddery breath, his eyes beginning to tear up.

"D-Dak?" the blonde asked, looking straight up at James, his features masked by the darkness of the room.

Logan left the bedside and moved to turn on the lights. The room was suddenly filled with light, and Kendall blinked harshly, trying to adjust to the brightness. When the teen could finally see, he realized that he mistook James for Dak, and his chest constricted so tightly, he began hyperventilating.

"Logan, he can't breath!" James exclaimed, internally and externally freaking out.

"Sit him up and try to get him to match his breathing to yours. I'm going to go grab something to help." And with that, Logan left James alone with a hyperventilating teen.

James quickly gathered Kendall by his arms and lifted him into a sitting position. Kendall's eyes were wide, and James could practically feel the fear radiating off of him.

"Come on, you heard Logan, try to get your breathing even with mine." James instructed, taking exaggerated breaths. After a few moments of this James began to feel lightheaded and realized this wasn't working.

Kendall's face was becoming red, and James could have swore that his lips were tinged blue. Thinking quickly, James gently placed a hand on the back of Kendall's head and slowly guided it toward his own chest, making sure that the kid was okay with it and wouldn't start throwing punches again. After Kendall willingly moved into his chest, James situated them to where Kendall was in his lap with his ear pressed tightly to James' chest. Taking deep breaths through his nose, James ran his hands up and down Kendall's back, trying to get his body to relax. Kendall had the older man's shirt gripped tightly in his fists as he listened to James' breathing and heartbeat. Logan retuned to the room, with Sarge in tow, to find that Kendall's breathing had significantly evened out. James noticed that Logan had a crease between his eyebrows, but as soon as he saw it, it was gone.

"Good job, Jay," Logan said, patting James on the shoulder before moving into Kendall's line of vision. "Are there any medications you're allergic to?"

Kendall's attention was on Sarge, who had taken it upon himself to jump up on the bed, and curl himself up at the edge of it near the two that were huddled together. Kendall finally shook his head 'no', burrowing himself further into James' chest. James' hands stilled on Kendall's back for a moment before wrapping the smaller boy in his arms. Now that he was calmer, exhaustion seemed to take over, and the blonde melted even further into James.

Logan popped open a prescription bottle and deposited a small, white pill into his palm. After putting the cap back on, he produced a water bottle from under his arm, and held both the pill and bottle out to Kendall. Kendall eyed him suspiciously.

"It's a Xanax. I take them when I have panic attacks. It's only point-two-five milligrams, so it won't knock you out. It'll just calm you and make you a little drowsy."

James released his hold on Kendall, and let him get out of his lap so he could sit up to take the pill. He chased it quickly with the water, and then handed it back to Logan with a small "thank you". James realized that his body felt colder without Kendall's curled around him, but quickly pushed that thought aside.

"No, problem. I'll talk to your mom and Camille tomorrow and see if there is someway we can get you a prescription of your own filled in case this happens again."

Kendall nodded and then looked up at James, his eyes widening, and the brunette worried that he was about to start hyperventilating again.

"Did I do that?" the blonde asked, pointing a shaky finger toward James' lip.

"Yeah," James chuckled, gently putting pressure on his lip with the pad of his pointer finger, "You've got quite a punch, even when you're half asleep."

"I am so s-sorry! I didn't mean to-"

"It's okay, it's okay." James said, placing his hands on Kendall's tensed shoulders. "It's just a busted lip. I've had way worse! It'll heal in a couple of days, and then it will be like it never happened."

Kendall's shoulders relaxed under James' hands, and he tilted his head downward. James gave his shoulders a small squeeze before letting go and looking up at Logan.

"Let's all try to go back to bed. That medicine should kick in soon and help you fall asleep." Logan said, yawning at the end.

"O-okay." Kendall said, nodding.

"Come on, Jay." Logan said, turning toward the door to leave.

As James started to stand to follow Logan, Kendall shouted, "Wait!" and grasped James' bicep tightly.

Both James and Logan looked at him quizzically.

"I-I mean, w-would you mind staying until I fall back asleep?" Kendall asked, looking solely at James.

Logan rolled his eyes, unbeknownst by the other two, and mumbled something about going back to bed as he picked up both his and James' guns before leaving the room. James gave Kendall a small smile, and nodded his head.

"Yeah, I can stay."

James stood up and grabbed the desk chair to pull it to the bedside. He then turned on the lamp beside the bed and went to flip the lights off. By the time he sat down in the chair, Kendall had laid down and gotten back under the covers, with Sarge cuddled up against his legs. They sat there in silence for a few moments, just staring at each other, before Kendall spoke.

"I was dreaming about him." Kendall whispered. James didn't know what to say, so the blonde saw it as a sign to keep talking. "He was laughing and smiling a-and he was still alive. B-but then there was so m-much blood and-" He was teetering on the verge of hyperventilating again.

"Hey, hey." James leaned forward in the chair and grabbed Kendall's hand that was near the edge of the bed. "It was a nightmare. And you're probably going to have a lot of those. And I know there is nothing I can do to make this any better, but Logan and I are going to make sure that you are safe and that what happened to Dak doesn't happen to you. I promise."

"I really appreciate you guys letting me stay with you." Kendall said, keeping his misty eyes trained on James.

"Don't mention it. Now go to sleep and get some rest."

As if on cue, Kendall yawned. Giving him a soft smile, James squeeze Kendall's hand one last time before reclining back in the chair.

"Goodnight, Kendall."

"Night, Detective... James." Kendall slurred, snuggling into his pillow.

James stayed until the kid's breathing evened out and light snores escaped him. After he was sure that Kendall was completely asleep, he tried to get Sarge off the bed to follow him, but the dog just laid his head on Kendall's legs, looking up at his owner. James rubbed the lab's head, knowing that he wanted to stay to keep Kendall safe.

"Night, boy." he whispered, as he moved to turn off the lamp.

After leaving the door cracked like he did before, James made his way back to his own bed. Logan was already back asleep, so James moved as silently as he could and climbed under the covers beside him. Logan immediately curled into James, pressing his nose into the other's neck, sighing before falling still again. James wrapped his arms around Logan, but didn't fall asleep. He stayed awake, looking up at the ceiling, trying to figure out why he felt the need to go back to Kendall's room.

It didn't make any sense. He knew that Kendall was safe, and yet, he mentally had to force himself to stay in his own bed. James chalked it up to his adrenalin still running high, but as he finally started to drift off to sleep, he imagined that it was Kendall curled up around his side instead of Logan.