Kendall thrashed against James arms binding him, kicking, yelling, crying. Yet no matter how hard he tried to get away, it just wasn't working.

"Kendall, please," He heard a voice say. A voice he figured should have been James, or maybe even Carlos, but no. That voice was Logan, and suddenly the tears only flowed more. He knew they were all wrong, Logan was alive, he was calling for him to save him!

"James! He's alive! Please!" The tears continued to roll down his cheeks unhindered before soft hands were grasping at his face. Thumbs were softly wiping away the tears that roll down his cheeks, and as he slowly open his eyes, he wondered if the rain had made it so dark. Yet as he looked, it wasn't James brown eyes he was expecting to see, but the chocolate eyes of the boy he loved, the boy who had mere moments before been laying in a casket being lowered into the ground. He went to grasp for the boy, but found that he was still bound, his arms not having the movement. He went to yell at James to let him go, but found that when he looked around, James was no where to be seen.

He was in his room, in his own bed, and it wasn't James holding him, it was his own blankets that were twisted tightly around his body. Logan knelt beside him, trying to help him untangle himself from the blankets, and as soon as his arms were free he wrapped them around Logan, pulling the smaller boy against him, and breathing in a scent he thought he had lost forever.

"Kendall?" Logan merely lay on top of the boy where he was pulled, wrapping his arms around Kendall as well, letting the boy's choked sobs roll past his ear. He had been awoken to the sounds of Kendall's frantic breathing and crying. He was rolling around so much in his sleep the boy had gotten severely tangled in his sheets by the time Logan was awake and at his side.

"Logan, I thought I lost you," Kendall cried, finding that at this point, he really didn't care if he was usually the strong one, that usually he tried not to cry. He had lost Logan, had watched his body be lowered into the ground, only to have the boy alive and in his arms now. He swear he would never be happier in his life, no matter even if they became the biggest boy band ever. To have the solid body of his soul mate in his arms, and breathing, was heaven.

"Kendall, it was just a nightmare, I'd never leave you, you know that." Kendall shook his head, allowing his sobs to calm, before pulling back to look into the worried chocolate eyes of his lover. Kendall smiled as he ran his hands along the soft cheeks, flush with life giving blood. He ran his hands through the soft, slightly sleep disheveled hair as he pulled the boy to him once more.

"I love you so much Logan." He peppered the boys face with kisses, not being able to help the smile he felt when he could hear the small chuckle from Logan.

"I love you too, Kendall," Logan said softly, allowing Kendall's lips to kiss every inch of skin on his face, before leaning down to place a kiss against Kendall's own lips. Pulling back slightly to help Kendall resituate his sheets again. "So what was your nightmare about?"

"You were dead, we went to your funeral, it was… so real." Logan sat there a sad smile on his lips as he leaned down to place a kiss to Kendall's forehead. Watching as the boy raised the blanket, a signal he wanted Logan to crawl in beside him, which Logan gladly slid in next to the taller warm body.

"Was it a nice funeral at least," Logan teased lightly, only to get a heartbreaking look from Kendall, who only pulled the boy close to him, bodies flush against each other, Logan's head coming to rest just under Kendall's chin. Logan smiled, placing a kiss against Kendall's chest as the boy held him tightly against him. "I'm not going anywhere Kendall, you don't have to worry. You're stuck with me," Logan said softly, rubbing his hands along Kendall's back, as they both began to let sleep claim them once again.

"I wouldn't have it any other way Logie."