A/N- Hey guys :) I ended 'And Then There Were None' yesterday. -tear- So. Due to major FCMD over little Logie, this happened. I blame FCMD, though. But I think writting this is the cure. By the end of this story I'll be back to normal. ..Not that I ever really was a normal person.

Anyway. I was really hesitant about posting this, but my fingers disagreed. This is more for writters block, dont expect anything to be posted anytime soon. Maybe once every two weeks or so. And Im really gunna need requests. So any idea you got, pitch it to me. And they all dont need to be pre series. I actually prefer them to be a bit older in this collection of oneshots. But any idea, really, pitch it to me and I'll work with what I get.

Disclaimer- I dont in anyway, shape, or form own BTR. They just come play in my sandbox from time to time :D

Chapter 1

"Carlos, your an idiot."

Eight year old Carlos Garcia glances up at his best friend, James, and scuffs, "Yeah. You just say that after I nail this," he placed down the skateboard, "Perfectly." he added.

James exchanges a glance with Kendall. The blonde just rolls his eyes.

"Alright, I think Ive got this all set up now."

The three best friends, or known around there small town in Minnesota as 'the unforgettable trio' were outside on a nice fall afternoon. Carlos, of course, being the reckless mess he was, was trying to pull off another stupid stunt.

Of course, the gang was now known as the unforgettable 'trio' ever since about a year ago, when thier best friend, Johnny had past away. Johnny was a nice boy, but not with such nice parents. His mother ran out on him when he was four, and his father was cold and heartless. The boys were always super protective of Johnny, as seeing he was such a naive boy. He had a naturally frightened expression in his eyes, and he always looked like a lost puppy. Johnny past away in a house fire, over a year ago, though. Now the gang was known as a trio, once again.

Kendall took a deep breath, "Carlos...your going to get hurt."

"Oh yeah...just watch me."

The Latino slams his helmet onto his head, slapping it a few times before strapping it tight, and steps onto the skateboard. James and Kendall walk around him and observe the contraption he's on.

One of the back wheels was missing, to begin with. Then on each side layed two rocket blades, and attached to the back was a little plastic bag, drooping on the ground, with some sort of squishy material inside the Ziplock bag.

"Carlos..." James began, "What's uhm...what's in the bag?"

The eight year old rolled his eyes like it was obvious, "Pudding. Duhh."

Kendall gave one of his famous brow raises, "Pudding?"

Carlos nodded.

"Why do you have pudding?"

Carlos gave his taller friend a look as if he were the crazy one, "Incase I get hungry. Duh."

Kendall and James glanced at eachother, and Kendall put his hands up in a defensive matter, "Okay. Whatever you say."

At that, Carlos bounced up with an unforgettable grimace on his face, and started on the skateboard.

Mercy hospital was farely empty for an average Saturday afternoon. The lobby was the same old, same old, people were sitting, crying, nervous and anxious looks were written all over the faces of some. But an odd thing that you rarely saw was a young boy, who couldnt be older than the age of ten, sitting in the corner crying, with noone to confort him.

The jolly plump lady sitting at reception stared down at the young child, who didnt bother to make eye contact with the rest of the world, in curiousity. The room was silent, no bothers, no distractions, and then the loud thud of the unforgettable trio rushing in with Mr. Garcia by thier side. She recalls about a year ago, them being 'the unforgettable foursome' untill one of the children had past away in some news of a house fire..or..something.

She rolled her eyes at the reocurring patients that were here at least three times a month, "Alright, who is it now?"

She held back a smirk as the one with long hair pointed toward the bleeding child wearing a helmet.

"Of course. So what's it this time, hockey insitint? Fell off a bike? Or what'd you trip walking up the stairs again?"

"Eh..." the blonde one with unforgettable eyebrows searched for the right words, "It was more along the lines of falling off a bike.."

"He attatched rockets to his skateboard." The brunette by his side blurted, "We think he broke his arm."

The lady at reception shook her head, "Uh-huh. Well why dont you three take a seat over there and a doctor will be with you in a moment."

The boys nodded thier heads, as the grown man that was with them stayed behind to make small talk with the receptionist. It was obvious that he was hitting on her, why else would he vounteer to take them everytime the children needed to go to the hospital, and then become dissapointed if the lady wasnt working that day?

The three friends took thier places on the couch in the lobby, noticing a raven haired boy in the corner, who looked around thier age, with tears streaming down his face.

"What do you think is wrong with him?" James questioned.

"Maybe he has hepititous." Carlos pointed out.

Turning to face his goofy friend, Kendall gave another one of his signature eyebrow raises. Ignoring Carlos' comment, Kendall pitched out, "I dont know. Why dont we go see?"

Logan Mitchell had stopped crying and stared at the floor beneath him. This was it. His life was over. He had noone that cared for him, and noone he could care for. His father was as cold as a rock, and always so busy at work. Now his mother...Logan shook his head, not wanting to think about it.

Three sets of sneakers are shuffled and scuffed infront of him. The naive boy pops his head up and meets eyes with three children, around his age.

"Hey." The blonde greets.

Logan gives a sheepish smile, "Er..hi."

One of the boys with long auburn colored hair and a flawless face takes a seat down next to Logan, "What's wrong?"

He shook his head, "Nothing."

"No, tell us." Bounced an eager helmet wearing boy, who was alittle smudged with blood.

"Uh..it's just...it's stupid."

"Nothing could be so stupid as to sit in the hospital alone." Kendall responded. Somewhere deep down the leader was almost feeling guilty. This boy looked hurt, lost, with a frightened expression in his eyes. Like a lost puppy who's been kicked too many times.

The naive boy took a deep breath, and sighed, "My mom...she was in a car accident..she..she's...gone."

Carlos could swear his heart plummited to his chest at the second of hearing that. The hyper child immediatly wrapped his arms around Logan, embracing him in a hug, "It's okay. My mommy's dead, too. She also past in a car accident, two years ago.

Pulled into a three way hug, Logan felt a tiny smile make its way across his face, "Thanks guys."

"Dont mention it." James flipped his hair, "So..uh..what's your name?"

"Logan." he replied sheepishly. It was then that Kendall could tell that frightened look in his eyes was natural, it always looked like that.

"Oh, well," Kendall piped up, not enjoying the look in this new boys' eyes. It reminded him too much of Johnny, "Im Kendall, and this is James..and ..that's Carlos." he pointed to James, who was now obsessing over his hair, and Carlos who was attempting at a headstand, even with a broken arm.

"Hey..have we seen you around school?" Kendall questions, as he motions James and Carlos to sit down again.

"Uh..no. I just moved here."

The blonde nods, "Well...have you met any other children yet?"

Kendall smiled as he watched Logan nod his head no, "Well than. What better way than to start off at a new school, than with some new friends?"

That same frightened expression still in his eyes, but the rest of his face brightened up a bit, and he smiled.

A sigh of relief washed over the lady at reception as Mr Garcia finally had to take a phone call and left her desk. Then she looked to the side and saw the unforgettable trio hugging the boy, who just a minute ago looked upset.

And she smiled. The unforgettable trio, was now once again, the unforgettable foursome.

A/N- Oh, dont you just love the sweet moments? I take requests, so if you have an idea, pitch it to me. Review please :)

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