Spin-off story based on CP Coulter's "Dalton" ... JOGAN (Julian/Logan pairing) ... If you haven't read "Dalton", get your butt over there! (.net/s/6515261/1/Dalton)

What happens when Derek finally decides that Julian and Logan need to come clean to each other about their best kept dirty little secrets?

Characters are not mine. They belong to the lovely CP Coulter 3

Derek was done. Absolutely fed up with the pair of them. He had always threatened to just lock them in a closet together until they figured and fought things out: Today, he was finally going to make good on that promise.

Julian was the easy one. Derek only had to rush into his room, breathlessly telling him that Logan needed them, with just the right amount of panic on his face. He'd left the cleaning supplies closet door open, and as they rushed down the hall, Derek stumbled and shoved Julian inside, shutting the door and locking it with the key he had 'borrowed', before the surprised actor could react.

"Sorry Jules," he called through the door, amidst Julian's frustrated screams and banging. "It's for your own good."

Next was Logan. He would be tougher. Sure, the athlete could use almost the same ploy, but tailored to being really worried about Julian's safety, in order to bypass Logan's current cold attitude towards their friend. Once he was sure the blonde was following, he sprinted to the closet, unlocking it but keeping it shut with his body, hoping Julian would remain silent and not realize the door was no longer latched. No such luck was on his side, as the actor pushed futilely against the door.

"Let me out of here, you lunatic!" the actor screeched.

Logan slowed his run to a walk as he came upon the scene and raised an eyebrow. "What are you do-" Derek used all of his brute strength to grab the surprised prefect, open the door, and shove him inside swiftly. Julian yelped in surprise as the blonde smashed into him, knocking them both to the ground as the door slammed and locked behind him. Both boys were groaning in pain at the impact when Derek spoke.

"All right, you idiots. This is how it's going to work. You are not getting out of this closet until you talk things out. You've been bitching at and ignoring each other since the Valentine's Fair. You are both pissing me off and it's about time you came clean to each other. We're best friends, for crying out loud! ACT like it!" he called to them. "I'll be sitting out here to make sure everything that needs to get out DOES."

"You're insane!" Julian cried. "I thought you were my st-" he cut himself off. "You're an ass, Derek!"

"There's ONE thing on the list that needs discussing," Derek murmured with a sigh, as Logan glowered from inside the darkened closet.

"Let us OUT," the blonde said, in a stony voice.

"Nope. Not until you two talk-"

"DEREK. This isn't funny anymore. It actually wasn't funny to begin with," Logan thundered. "It's dark in here and I'm annoyed enough as it is these days without you shoving me in here with HIM."

"I have a NAME, you know," Julian snipped at him.

"Shut UP."

"Guys, there's a light switch in there..." htold them lazily, immediately hearing the desperate scramble for the walls and a familiar click as a very soft light peeked out from under the door.

"It's still dark," the actor complained. Derek heard Logan's sigh.

"I have nothing to say. So I suggest YOU get on with whatever it is you have to tell me," Logan all but growled, through obviously gritted teeth.

"Why do you assume this is all MY fault?" Julian shot back, panic lacing his haughty voice.

"Fine. Don't talk. Just stay on your side of this damn closet and I'll stay on mine."

Derek sighed and slouched down in his chair near the door and dug into the pile of homework he brought with him. This was certainly going to take awhile...

About twenty minutes later, Julian tried jiggling the door handle for what seemed like the hundredth time. "Goddammit," he cursed under his breath, breaking the silence.

"It's not going to magically unlock, you know," Logan called to him in a vaguely amused tone.

"Oh, shut up. I don't see you trying to get us out of here..." the actor replied, testing the handle once again before slamming his fist against the door.

"Why are you so anxious? We got hardly any work this week because of the Fair," the blonde asked him.

Julian ran a shaking hand through his hair. "One, I'm not exactly your biggest fan right now, so I'd rather not be anywhere near you..." Logan snorted at this understatement. "And two...I'm kind of claustrophobic," the actor mumbled.

The blonde's eyebrows shot up. "I never knew that..."

"Yeah well, you've never been locked in a closet with me before either, so..." Julian took a deep calming breath, counted to seven, and released it. Logan made a non-committal sound. "I'm not surprised you didn't notice," the brunette said disdainfully.

"...We were roommates once. I...I SHOULD have noticed," Logan said in a low voice, almost to himself. They fell back into silence. Derek almost wanted to say something to instigate a conversation, but he heard Julian clear his throat.

"...I know what D wants me to say," the actor muttered. Logan looked up at him from across the closet with questioning eyes. Julian sighed and crossed his arms.

"Out with it," the prefect said to him sternly. "Then maybe he'll let us out."

"I have a stalker," Julian said bluntly.

Logan raised an eyebrow. "That's not news. You probably have a million stalkers amongst your hundred million fans."

"...This one in particular is different. They're more...forceful about me and the...choices I make." The blonde boy waited in silence for Julian to elaborate. "You know that movie I wanted to do? Which would have been my first onscreen marriage? I'd been getting...threats about it. They didn't want me to marry someone else, even a fake marriage, because of their obsession with me. I thought...I thought I could handle it," his voice wavered.

Logan wet his lips before speaking. "So...what changed?"

Julian's hands were clasped together tightly in his lap. "The night of the Fair...I was going to leave to take the role. I was sick of y-everything here and wanted...NEEDED to get away. But..."

"But...?"

"...They left me a threat outside of Stuart," the actor's voice was barely audible now. "D and I found it, just before I was going to leave Stuart for good. A mutilated photo of me, with crushed roses a-and...and..." he couldn't bring himself to say it.

"Blood," Derek finished in a dark tone.

"What? Are you KIDDING me, Jules? Why didn't you tell me earlier?" Logan scrambled to his feet to pace around the small closet. "You're an absolute moron!" Julian continued to sit and stare at his own feet. The blonde stopped suddenly in front of him "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't think it was any of your business," the actor replied coolly, meeting Logan's gaze steadily.

"You're my friend. It IS my business when someone threatens your life. You told Derek, but didn't feel the need to inform me?"

"I didn't realize you cared so much."

"Goddammit, Julian. Stop giving me your prima donna attitude. This is serious. This person knows where you live on campus. Hell, they could be LIVING here on campus. What the hell is wrong with you?" Logan exploded at him.

Julian finally rose from the floor. "This is why I didn't want you to know. You're freaking out, but nothing's happened to me yet! I'm FINE. Chill out," he punctuated his words with a jab to Logan's chest. The prefect grabbed his hand for a extended moment, and Julian's face heated up at the contact, before Logan let it drop.

Derek couldn't help but chime in again. "You put up this cool facade, Jules. But I was there, remember? You didn't sleep that night at all..." Logan glared at the door before turning his furious green gaze upon the actor.

"You should have told me," he said in a tightly controlled voice, his hands clenched into fists.

"Well, now you know." The brunette's voice was cold.

Logan opened his mouth to yell at his friend again, when Derek interrupted. "Your turn, Lo. Tell Jules something he doesn't know." The blonde was stumped. He was pretty much an open book when it came to the his two best friends. The boy outside the closet could tell that the prefect was searching his brain for something, anything to say. "Freshman year, perhaps?" the athlete supplied helpfully. Logan cursed under his breath. Of course Derek would remember that.

Julian caught a glimpse of discomfort on the blonde's face. "What?" he asked dryly. "Go ahead, try and shock me, I dare you..."

"Freshman year...the Stuart prefect was my cousin."

"...So far I'm not impressed," Julian deadpanned.

"Shut up. I'm not done...He let me go through all the new Stuarts files, you know, little biographies and pictures and such...and let me pick my own roommate."

The actor's brown eyes widened a little a this. "So..."

"So...I knew who you were by that point already. A minor celebrity. And...well, I picked you as my roommate, out of everyone."

"That's not all," Derek said in a vaguely sing-song voice from outside the closet.

Logan's jaw tightened as Julian crossed his arms expectantly. "Well...I thought you were very attractive...Before I found out you were straight, of course," he qualified the statement quietly. "I obviously don't pursue heterosexual men," he snorted. The brunette's mouth dropped open and he moved it wordlessly. Derek was listening carefully at the door for a reaction. He had only found out this tidbit of information fairly recently, albeit having been old crush news from freshman year.

"Wow, Logan," Julian sneered at his friend, to cover up his original reaction. "I'm flattered." The blonde's face grew red.

"Are we done here now?" Logan spun to rap on the door with his fist. "Let us out."

"Oh no..." Derek called. "There's one last thing that needs to be let out...Jules, your turn again," he said cheerfully, knowing full well that the actor would rather die than spill his best kept secret.

"NEVER!"

"Oh, come on. It can't be that bad..." Logan sighed. "We're friends. Just tell me so we can get the hell out of here." Julian shook his head silently, his heart pounding erratically. "Jules. What IS it?" The actor remained silent. "I want to get out of here. Just tell me." Nothing. Logan strode over and shook Julian by the shoulders. "TELL ME." The brunette opened his mouth, changed his mind, and bit his lip.

"Julian...I'll tell him. He deserves to know by now," Derek said threateningly, knowing in his heart that he would never be able to betray his friend like that.

"...You'd better open this damn door the second I get it all out," Julian's voice was low and deadly serious.

"I promise. Tell him." The athlete put the key in the lock.

"L-Logan..." The prefect took his hands off of Julian's shoulders, backing away to a respectable distance as the other boy began to speak. "I'm bisexual."

His eyebrows shot skyward. "Excuse me, what?"

"I'm bi, Logan. And I've been in love with you since freshman year," it all came spilling out of Julian's mouth, an endless release after being held in for so long. "I've tried ignoring it and putting it aside, seeing other guys and girls. I've tried to help push you together with whoever catches your eye here at school and then I run away, off to shoot another movie, or episodes of my show, or record some more songs. Anything, to get me away from dealing with seeing you all over some other guy.

"I can't handle being around that at all. I've been trying to escape these feelings for all these years and I just know that I can't and it KILLS me! That's why when I was going to leave for this movie, I wasn't going to come back. I was leaving for good. But then my stupid stalker had to go and trap me here with you, and I just can't do this anymore," the actor's rambling finally came to a halt. Logan was motionless, a statue, as he tried to process Julian's words. His eyes were hidden in shadow, his face expressionless.

Julian was shaking. After laying all of this out on the table, he really had nothing left to lose. He moved forward into Logan's personal space and reached up behind the blonde to pull his head down into a desperate kiss. There were no romantic fireworks or chills racing up spines. It was more like a smoldering ember that quickly built into a roaring fire, as the prefect leaned in to return the kiss.

The door swung open and Julian leapt back, as though he had been burned. He pushed Derek aside and fled down the hallway, sprinting to his room and slamming the door shut behind him, his heart in his throat.

The athlete peeked into the closet. Logan still stood there silently in the closet, but reached up a hand to touch his tingling lips. "What just happened?" Derek asked hesitantly. The prefect blinked, suddenly reanimating.

"I don't know, but I'm sure as hell going to find out!" Logan replied, racing off to the actor's room and banging on the door. "Julian! Open the damn door!"