A/N. Miss Fenway died of the angst in 'Head On Collision' and this is what happened in the time it took her to come back to life. I don't own anything.

A shrill ringing interrupts James Diamond's dream of performing in Times Square on New Years Eve. He opens his eyes and blinks in sleepy confusion, trying to figure out where the annoying sound is coming from. He finally remembers his cell phone and fumbles around clumsily until his hand locates the mobile device of the end table. "Hello?"

"Hey, James."

James is suddenly wide awake and he sits up on the couch, the blanket slowly falling from his lap. "Logan. What's up?"

"You sound tired. Did I wake you up?"

James rolls his eyes. "Yeah but it's. . ." He pauses and glances at his watch. "Almost 10:00 in the morning. I should be getting up anyway." He muffles a yawn because he knows that Logan will feel bad. "So what's up?"

Logan is quiet at first and when he speaks again he sounds nervous. "I have a question, James."

"Is everything okay, Logan?" James asks, suddenly concerned. When Logan doesn't answer right away he stands up and heads for the bedroom door, grabbing his winter coat as he walks past the chair it's hanging over. "What's wrong, Logan?"

"You know me so well." Logan tries to laugh but a small sob catches in his throat.

If he was worried before, James is scared now. His heart begins pounding in his chest so hard that he has to strain to hear Logan.

"Listen, James." Logan takes a deep breath and composes himself. "I have a problem. I had a fight with my parents earlier this morning and now. . . they don't want me spending Christmas with them this year."

"What?" James is halfway out the door but his best friend's announcement freezes him in his tracks. "Logan, you're not serious are you?"

"I wish I wasn't serious, James." Logan says sadly. "But I am. My parents, especially my dad, were really mad at me." He's losing what composure he had and there are tears in his next words. "James, I know you don't celebrate Christmas but I was wondering if-"

"Yes." James doesn't bother to let him finish. "I'm on my way right now, Logan. Throw some clothes in a suitcase and I'll be over in fifteen minutes." He's outside now and shivers in the cold Minnesota air. "Are you going be to be okay until I get there?" He hates to leave Logan when he's so vulnerable but he also doesn't want to drive on the icy roads and talk at the same time.

"Yeah." Logan says quickly. "I'll be fine. Thanks, James."

A smile crosses James' face. "No problem, Logie." He says softly. "See you soon." It's on the tip of his tongue to add "I love you" but then he remembers that he's talking to Logan. His face turns red and he merely ends the call. He tries to focus on the road as he drives but he has to grip the steering wheel extra hard because his hands are suddenly shaking. Get a hold of yourself! He scolds himself. Like Logan would ever like you that way. He has a girlfriend.

James' heart clenches painfully. He's happy for Logan, really he is. If anyone deserves to have a great relationship at all then it's Logan Mitchell. But he's so insanely jealous of Leah and even though Logan always seems to be happy around her, James thinks that she's not good enough for him. Because no one is good enough for Logan in James' opinion.

Logan is so perfect, everything about him and James is completely in love with him. He has no idea when or how it happened, it just did and there's nothing he can do about it because Logan and Leah have been a couple for nearly three years now and James suspects that their relationship is an engagement waiting to happen.

A sudden thought crosses James' mind as he waits at a red light. Logan didn't mention Leah in his phone call. As he ponders this revelation the honk of a car horn makes James realize that the light has been green for a fair amount of time and he quickly steps on the gas pedal and continues the short drive to Logan's apartment.

He reaches the complex in ten minutes rather then fifteen and he almost stays in the car for an extra five minutes because he just knows that Logan will lecture him for speeding. But then he recalls Logan's tears over the phone and he jumps out and hurries to the door, letting himself in with the key Logan gave him a few months ago. "I'm here!" He calls.

"James!" Logan appears with his old hockey duffel bag. "Did you speed? You need to be more careful, James. The roads are already icy and-"

"What happened to your face?" James demands, striding over to Logan. He gently takes the duffel from Logan's shoulder and sets it on the floor. Then he takes Logan's chin in one hand and tilts his head upward into the light, gasping at the bruise that mars Logan's tear stained face.

"It's nothing." Logan blushes and tries to pull away but James' grasp is firm. He sighs and his shoulders slump in defeat. "My dad." He whispers, tears gathering in his eyes once again.

That's when James' heart breaks a little because more than anything else, he hates seeing Logan cry. It's the worst thing in the world. "Why?" He can only ask as his fingers carefully caress the injury, stopping when Logan flinches.

Logan drops his gaze to the floor. "I don't want to talk about it right now." He says quietly. "Part of it is because Leah and I broke up last night."

James hates himself for the tiny jolt of satisfaction that he feels at Logan's news. Logan is obviously miserable for more than one reason and he needs comfort. He draws the smaller boy, although at twenty-one neither he nor Logan are boys anymore, into his arms and rests his chin on the top of Logan's head. "I'm sorry, Logan."

"It's not your fault." Logan's answer, so typical, is muffled against the soft fabric of James' coat. He lets James hold him for a while and then he feels himself relax so he pulls away. "Thanks." He smiles gratefully at James. "You're the best."

James pastes on a smile in return but he's still concerned for Logan. He stoops and picks up the bag, swinging it over his shoulder, ignoring Logan's protest. "Is this all you need?" He asks. When Logan nods, he wraps an arm around his friend and leads him out into the cold air, tightening his one armed grip when Logan shivers slightly.

Then they've driving again. The car is silent, uncomfortably so, and James ends up switching on the radio. He fiddles with the controls until he remembers that Logan loves Christmas and everything to do with the holiday including the music.

At least he gets a reaction. Logan turns to him in surprise. "'Christmas music? You don't-"

"I know I don't celebrate Christmas." James finishes for him. "But you do and you love it." He shrugs. "What can it hurt? In fact. . ." An idea comes to him and he glances at Logan, smiling slightly. "I think we should celebrate together."

"What?" Logan's mouth drops open. "But James, you're Jewish remember?"

James feigns astonishment. "I am? Well, that explains the yamaka I found in my closet the other day." He chuckles at the sight of a tiny grin curving Logan's lips upward and showcasing the dimples. "Listen, Logan. You love Christmas more than anything else in the world and just because your parents and Leah are mad at you doesn't mean that you can't celebrate it. And there's no way I'm letting you celebrate it alone."

Logan is quiet for a while. Then he looks at James and although it's still so painful to see the bruise on his face, the joy shinning in his eyes makes it somewhat easier. "This means so much to me. I don't even know what to say, James."

"You don't need to say anything." James drums his fingers on the steering wheel, deep in thought. "And Logan, I'm not going to push you if you don't want to talk about it but I'd really like to know what happened today. I mean, your dad hit you for breaking up with Leah?" He sees Logan's eyes dim a bit and rushes on. "I'm sorry, Logan. I don't want to hurt you. That's the last thing I want to do. It's just. . . I'm worried about you." His jaw clenches in anger. "In fact, half of me wants to drive over to the police station and-"

"No!" Logan cries out in alarm. "James, no. It's okay. Please don't make me go to the police. It's not that big of a deal."

"Your father hit you, Logan." James is trying to be firm in his desire to report the incident but Logan's plea already has him wavering. "That's abuse."

"I'm an adult." Logan insists. "And it was a one time incident. It won't happen again."

"How can you be sure?" James demands, the thought of Logan getting hurt again brings tears to his own eyes. "I wish you'd let me help you, Logan."

"I'm sorry." Logan is quiet once again. "It's just. . . please, James. Christmas is next week. I don't want anyone getting in trouble over something small like this." He hold up a hand when James starts to protest. "Just trust me for now, okay? I promise that it won't happen again. And I promise to tell you more about what happened later on. But not right now. I just need some time to think through some things." A faint blush heats up Logan's face and he carefully avoids eye contact with James.

James reluctantly gives in but only because Logan promised and Logan never makes promises that he can't keep. "Okay. But I swear if I ever hear about anyone touching you again then I won't hesitate to call the police. Just be grateful that I'm going to let the police handle it instead of going over there myself and beating the crap out of whoever hurts you."

"You're too much." Logan complains, but he's smiling as he speaks. "I know I've already said this but thanks, James."

"Anytime Logan." Jame replies. "I'm always here for you. That's what best friends are for." He wishes that he and Logan could be more than best friends. He also wishes that he could squish the silly hope that still resides deep within him. The hope that made itself known as soon as Logan told him of his break-up with Leah. It's stupid of him.

He's distracted from his gloomy thoughts by the sound of Logan singing softly along to the radio. He listens and concentrates hard and he finally recognizes 'Let it Snow'. It's actually more of a winter song than a Christmas song and even he knows the lyrics. So he joins in, quietly at first until he and Logan are singing together, their voices meshing together creating a beautiful melody that, in James' opinion, is even better than the whoever is singing it on the radio. This is nice. He decides. It's just him and Logan. Together. He gets a glimpse of what they could be if everything was perfect. But James knows better. He knows that there's no such thing as perfect.

The song ends and a new one begins. James only knows that it's 'Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas' but that's all. He doesn't have a clue how any bit of the song goes so he falls silent and listens to Logan sing in his soft, clear voice that to James, sounds angelic.

He watches the people outside, walking along the streets of the little town. The sky apparently heard the last song because a light snow is falling, dusting the already white surroundings. James watches a few sets of couples and feels a twinge of jealously but suppress it before Logan notices. That's the last thing either of them need right now.

Just then they approach a tree lot and James grins. There are still a good number of trees left and so he turns into the parking lot, catching Logan by surprise. "You don't have to stop singing yet, you know." He says, slightly disappointed when his music stops.

"What are we doing?" Logan asks curiously, craning his neck to see over the cars that are already parked.

"We can't celebrate Christmas without a tree." James points out.

A childish light brightens Logan's eyes. "Really?" He says hopefully.

At first James can't answer him because he's so stunned by how perfect Logan is. Maybe perfect really does exist. He muses to himself. But then he jerks back to reality where Logan is still waiting for a reply. "Absolutely." He says, trying to breathe normally. "Let's go get a tree."

A/N. Lol. Seriously. I need an angst break. This will be a multi-chapter and I am so excited for more. Review?