A/N: Hey there guys! As promised, I would first publish the winner of my poll, back when I still had been writing Stranger Than Fiction. As you guys can see, the winner was Medicine Man. (I was silently hoping for Right Where We Belong to win, but you guys liked this better... so yeah)

I was planning to start publishing this when I was completely done publishing Stuck; however, since things are already picking up in that story, I decided that starting this story will not hurt anyone. So here it is the first instalment of Medicine Man.

Let me make things clear though. MY MAIN FOCUS WILL STILL BE ON STUCK. I WILL ONLY UPDATE THIS ONE WHEN I FEEL LIKE DOING SO... BUT ONCE STUCK IS COMPLETE, I WILL REGULARLY UPDATE THIS, LIKE I HAD BEEN DOING WITH STUCK. (If you guys want this story to be updated as frequent as Stuck, then leave reviews, so I would be motivated to update this one, even if I won't be focusing on it for a while.)

Disclaimer: I do not own BTR.

Chapter 1: Do Opposites Attract?

Carlos woke up to his alarm clock. He wiped the sleep off of his eyes and glanced at his window. The sun was starting to rise, and the sky had a yellowish color to it. He stretched as he stood up, trying to gain more feeling in his limbs. He put on a sweatshirt, a pair of running shoes, and stepped out of his room.

As soon as the Latino had stepped out of his room, a brown German Sheperd leaped at him and cocked its' head.

"Good morning Sydney! You ready for your morning walk?" Carlos scratched the back of her ear, which caused the Sydney to wag her tail.

Carlos walked towards the open kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge. He looked around for Sydney's leash, but couldn't find it. The dog must've sensed what Carlos was doing, as she scampered off behind the couch, only to emerge with her carrying her leash.

"Good girl!" Carlos playfully ruffled Sydney's fur. "Let's go. James will probably bitch again at how late we are." Carlos attached the leash to Sydney's collar and headed for the door. As soon as Carlos stepped outside, he felt the cool morning breeze, as it hit his face. He loved how crisp and fresh the air was. For Carlos, fall was the best season of the year. Everything was just so colourful.

"Look Fox, it seems Carlos and Syd finally decided to show up!" A man with chestnut brown hair and sun kissed skin sarcastically talked to the Alaskan Klee Kai puppy it was with.

"Shut up, James. We were only late by a few minutes." Carlos replied as James stood up from the park bench he was sitting on and started walking alongside the Latino. Their two dogs had already taken the lead, as if the morning route that they took had already been ingrained in their instincts.

"So, how are things at work? Any old ladies hitting on you?" Carlos could practically see the smirk that James was so well known for.

"Ha. Ha." Carlos rolled his eyes. "As I already told you a thousand times, I actually enjoy taking care of old people. Grammy Mitchell has been nothing but a sweetheart ever since I started working there five months ago."

"Dude, have you heard yourself lately?" James' arrogant voice had concern and worry laced into it. "What happened to the Carlos who was a party animal? The Carlos who got both the girls and the guys? Now, all you care about are old people."

"Times change. People change, James." Carlos turned his head and smiled at James. "Sleeping around, liquor, and drugs can only satisfy you for a very short time." Sydney then yipped as if it actually understood and agreed with its' master. "See, even Syd agrees with me."

"Whatever" came James' angry reply. "I just miss my wingman." Carlos was sure that he was supposed to hear the last part of his best friend's sentence, but heard it anyways.

"Aww. Cheer up. I no longer look for those kinds of things, but I wouldn't mind spending nights out with my best bud." Carlos patted James' back with his free hand and offered a smile.

"You really mean that?" Carlos nodded. "Okay, how about you accompany me to a gay bar tomorrow night? I feel like fucking a dude this week." James winked playfully at Carlos.

"Fine." Carlos chuckled. "It's been actually quite a while since I went out drinking with you." James pumped his fist in the air. "No funny business though." Carlos stared sternly at James.

"Yeah, yeah. We'll be too busy dry humping some dude though." James waggled his eyebrows.

"I mean it James."

"Fine. I'll be too busy dry humping someone." James huffed. "I swear; spending all that time with old people is turning you into one as well."

"It's called being mature, James. You should try it sometimes." James stuck out his tongue in response. Carlos then glanced at his watch and saw that it was almost 07:00. "Oh, shit. I'm going to be late for work." Carlos tugged on Sydney's leash and jogged towards the exit of the park. "See you tomorrow night?" Carlos shouted out without turning to look at James.

"Yeah." James shouted back. "Why don't you bring Grammy Mitchell as your date?!"

Carlos just raised his free hand and gave James the finger, without even looking at the man.

The Palm Woods, although sounding like a resort, was actually a home for the aged. Carlos started working here as soon as his dreams of being a nurse were crushed. You see, Carlos had always wanted to be a nurse, to be able to help people but still stay out of the spotlight. However, during his college days his priorities had been a little mixed up; causing him to fail the nursing board exam.

He had been crushed and depressed when he had found out all of this. He gave up his dream and wallowed in his self-pity for a few months. He spent those months indulging in all possible vices he could think of without having to worry about money because of James.

After a few months of his carefree lifestyle, he came across a wanted sign, asking for caregivers to work at The Palm Woods. Carlos literally leaped with joy when he found out that applicants didn't need to have passed the nursing board exam, as long as they graduated with a degree in nursing, medicine, or biology.

And here he was, five months later, still taking care of the first 'patient' that had been assigned to him. Although his duties were more of keeping his 'patient' entertained and preoccupied throughout the day, he was still expected to administer first aid, should the 'patient' need it, and give reports to the real nurse who was in charge of the 'patient'.

Carlos made sure that he was smiling before he knocked on the door. A meek "come in" was heard from the other side of the door. Carlos entered the room and saw how it still looked the same five months ago. The door was opposite a semi-large rectangular window, with the windowsill big enough to be covered with a small mattress where visitors would often sleep, if they decided to stay for the night. In the middle of the room was a queen sized bed, with bedside tables and lamps on both sides. A small television was perched on the wall, a bookcase and a cabinet near the windows, a few other possessions, and another door leading to the bathroom.

"Good morning, Mrs. Mitchell." Carlos greeted as he closed the door gently. "How are you on this fine morning?"

"Carlos, how many times do I have to tell you this? Call me Nana or Grammy." The old woman with graying hair smiled at him. "I already consider you as family."

In the five months that Carlos spent with Nana Mitchell, he realized that he actually had a strong bond with the woman. She was very kind and motherly, already having treated Carlos as her family during his first week at The Palm Woods. The Latino had learned that Nana's only family left was her grandson who was teaching medicine abroad. From the stories she had told Carlos, her grandson who was the same age as Carlos, had become a doctor at the age of twenty three. He had spent a few months practicing medicine in the US, before he had been asked to teach at a prestigious university in Europe.

"You know I only that as a formality. We're required to greet you as Mister, Miss, or Missis surname. It's Palm Woods' protocol." Carlos had already used this excuse a thousand times and he knew what Nana would reply.

"Pish-posh. I'm ordering you to call me by my name or as Grammy." Nana smiled back as she knew what was going through the Latino's head. "Disobey me again and I'll ask you to be removed from here."

Carlos rolled his eyes at the empty threat, as it was part of his daily ritual to exchange banter with Nana every time he was on duty. "Ohhh. I'm so scared."

"Oh, hush." The old lady chuckled. "I have great news to tell you!" She seemed really ecstatic and it was times like this that Carlos truly appreciated his work.

"You discovered the fountain of youth?"

Nana shook her head and was about to answer when Carlos interrupted her again.

"You found the resurrection stone?"

Nana glared at him. "No-"

"You're getting married?" Carlos couldn't contain his mirth anymore. He was already chuckling when his face was hit with a throw pillow.

"My grandson's coming home today! And he's staying for good." Nana's smile widened which caused her to look like a little kid who was about to take a trip to the toy-store.

"I'm so happy for you Nana!" And Carlos really did feel happy for the lady. As much as they wanted to pretend that they were family, he knew how different it was to see your real family.

"What's wrong, Carlos?" Nana asked.

"What do you mean? I'm smiling, see?" To emphasize his point, Carlos grinned wider to the extent of making him silly.

"Oh stop it. You miss them, don't you?" Nana smiled sadly and patted the bed, motioning for Carlos to sit down.

"Nah" Carlos dismissed her accusation "just sad that I'm going to have to compete for your attention now."

"Pish-posh." She lightly smacked him in the head. "I'm sure that both of you will get along swimmingly."

"Are you gonna go in one of your 'I am such a proud grandma all I'll talk about for the next thirty minutes is my grandson' state?" Carlos joked as he stood up to make their morning tea.

"Yes." Nana rolled her eyes. "So you better listen. I don't care how many times you've heard this before."

"If you absolutely must." Carlos replied as he started pouring hot water on the china teapot. Carlos had already memorized this story to the dot, but decided to humor Nana as she seemed genuinely excited for her grandson's arrival.

"Ever since Logan was a kid, he excelled at everything he does, well everything except at social interaction." Carlos was mimicking in his head what Nana was reciting. "He had lost his parents so early in his life, and doesn't really remember anything about them. My husband and I were the ones who took him in." Nana paused and Carlos knew why. She was about to get all emotional over her story.

"At first, my husband and I had a hard time because he looked so much like his father; like our son." She had begun to cry but wiped the tears away. "It wasn't easy to raise a kid, especially with us being old. But we still did the best we could, and I'm proud at how he turned out to be."

"I'm sure his granddad would be proud of him as well." Carlos offered as Nana finished her tale.

"I know. It was really hard for Logan that his granddad never got to see him to become a doctor."

"Well, as always, you always leave me wanting to meet this perfect grandson of yours. I'm actually glad that I'll be able to meet the man in person some time soon."

And Carlos was sincere when he said that. He had been dreaming of meeting Logan. Ever since Nana had shown him a picture of Logan, Carlos immediately knew that he liked what he saw. Logan had brown eyes that were a shade lighter than Carlos' eyes. His chocolate brown hair was shaved at the sides and everything else was styled as if it had been swept by the wind. His smile had a boyish charm to it, made more prominent by the small dimples on his cheeks.

"Oh. Hopefully, you'll get to meet him today." Carlos was suddenly concerned at Nana's knowing smile, like she was plotting something.

"Nana, I'm already warning you, matchmaking won't work." Carlos warned with a smile. "Just because I'm bisexual and your grandson is gay does not mean that we'll make a good couple." Carlos handed her a teacup and took a seat beside her bed. Carlos was anticipating as to how she would retort, but they were interrupted by a short knock.

"Time for therapy." A sweet voice called out as the head of nurse Jo peeked from the slightly open door.

"I'll see you later, Carlos. As nurse Jo said, it's time for therapy." The old lady actually smirked at him, as if she had planned this all along.

"See you later, Nana." Carlos stood up and headed for the employee's lounge room.

After waiting for thirty minutes, Carlos headed back to Nana's room, only to see something totally unexpected. Nana wasn't in the room, but a blonde man looking through the book case was. Not wanting to jump into conclusions, Carlos cleared his throat to announce his presence.

"Can I help you with something?" Carlos saw the man jump a little and heard him curse under his breath. The man turned around and he saw bright green eyes staring at him. Well, there goes his theory that Logan had dyed his hair blonde.

"I'm sorry, but who are you?" The blonde raised one of his thick eyebrows.

"Uh sir, as you can see I work here." Carlos indicated his scrub suit. "I think I should be the one asking you that, and what you are doing in this room." Carlos noticed that the blonde had blushed before answering.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't notice your uniform. I was too mesmerized with what I saw." The blonde teased which caused Carlos to blush as well. "The name's Kendall, and I'm Doctor Mitchell's assistant." Kendall huffed at the last word, as if he was irritated with the term.

"I'm Carlos, I guess you could also call me as Mrs Mitchell's assistant." Carlos smiled and shook Kendall's hand. "If you're Dr. Mitchell's assistant, does that mean-?"

"Yes. It means that he's already here" Kendall interrupted. "He took out Mrs. Mitchell out for lunch."

"Oh." Carlos hoped that the other man did not hear the disappointed tone in his voice. Not that he was disappointed with not being able to see Logan, he was actually disappointed that he wouldn't get to share his lunch with Nana, as like they had always done for the past five months.

"Mrs. Mitchell insisted that they wait for you before they leave, but Log-" Carlos noticed the slip-up but pretended to be oblivious. "Dr. Mitchell had grown impatient and asked me to wait here and pass you the message instead." At that, Carlos heard a grumbling noise and realized that it was Kendall's stomach grumbling.

"Would you like to join me and the other employees have lunch in the lounge room?" Carlos offered, feeling bad at leaving the blonde all alone.

He saw Kendall hesitate at first before answering. "I would love to." Kendall smiled, and Carlos noticed the dimples on his cheeks.

Carlos had introduced Kendall to some of his co-workers and found out that the blonde was easy to be around with. He had a good sense of humor and told a lot of his misadventures in Europe, while Carlos told stories about his misadventures with James.

They were now headed back towards Nana's room when Kendall spoke up. "So, is this James your significant other?"

Carlos laughed and shook his head, distant memories suddenly surfacing. "No, nothing like that." Carlos contained his chuckling. "We've been best friends ever since I could remember and I guess we shared our first kiss, only to test if we were really bisexual."

Ever since Carlos started college, he had been really open about his sexuality, and did not really care about what other people thought. Besides, the only people whose thoughts mattered to him already expressed their distaste for Carlos' sexuality.

"I see" Kendall replied vaguely. As they were about to enter the room though, Carlos' phone rang.

"Speak of the devil. You go on ahead. I have to take this." Carlos waited for Kendall to get inside the room and close the door before he answered the phone. "Hello, James?"

"The one and only."

"Wassup?"

"Do you think Kelly would mind dogsitting Fox as well, when we go out tomorrow night?"

"I don't think so. I mean she enjoy s taking care of Syd when I'm at work, I think she won't mind looking after Fox and Syd for a night." Carlos made a mental note to ask his neighbour if they could dogsit tomorrow night.

"Okay then. How are things at work?"

"Fine. I'm finally going to meet Nana's grandson." Carlos felt his smile creep up.

"You mean Dr. Dreamboat?" James made kissy noises through the phone.

"Shut up. His assistant looks cute though. Really funny too, although somewhat flirty." Carlos knew that his vague statement would intrigue his friend.

"Interesting. Describe him for me." Hook. Line. Sinker.

"Blonde hair; though it looks like bottled, dimples, and green eyes." Carlos whispered the last word, knowing how much James had a thing for green eyes.

"Fuck. Green eyes?!"

"Yeap. Very bright green eyes."

"Dude! HOOK ME UP!" Carlos winced and pulled the phone away from his ear.

"We'll see." Carlos smirked.

"Dude, you owe me, remember that time-" Carlos, not minding to be a little cruel, hung up on his friend, not really in the mood to relive an embarrassing moment.

He took a moment to compose himself before knocking on Nana's door again and didn't bother waiting for a reply before entering. His eyes immediately saw Logan and Kendall by the windowsill talking in hushed tones, eyes staring at him as he entered.

"Logan, this is Carlos. The one I kept telling you about." Nana beamed at Carlos as if silently telling him to play nice.

"Nice to meet you." Carlos outstretched his hand and smiled at the man.

Logan just stared with hints of disdain at Carlos' hand. "Yes, real pleasure." Logan's voice had a sarcastic drawl to it. "Grammy, are you sure that there aren't more competent people who could take care of you? I mean I am paying a lot of money for your stay here." Logan was now sneering with disgust at Carlos. "Surely, they're not paying buffoons to leave you unattended, and ask strangers to have lunch with them?"

Carlos looked at Kendall, silently asking for an explanation, why he wasn't warned earlier at what Logan's personality was like.

"Logan!" Nana chided. "Stop this nonsense."

"I'm simply telling the truth, Grammy."

"The hell is your problem?!" Carlos was not going to just stand there and have this arrogant asshole talk him down. "I'm sorry Dr. Asshole, but just because I'm not a prodigy like you does not mean you have the right to talk shit about me." Carlos mouthed the words 'sorry' to Nana after that sentence.

"Oh, and he has the audacity to talk back to a paying customer. How wonderful."

"Logan, that's enough. What has gotten into you?" Nana looked at Logan disapprovingly. "I did not raise you to be like this."

"I'm asking for another person to be your caregiver." Logan declared, ignoring Nana's previous statement.

Shaking with anger, Carlos turned to Nana and tried to smile for her sake. "I had fun working with you, Nana. I hope whoever gets reassigned to you takes care of you very well, assuming he meets the standard of your arrogant grandson. See you around, Nana."

Carlos heard Nana call his name before he closed the door behind him, but decided to ignore it anyway.

A/N: What do you think?

I'm pretty sure that none of you believe that Kendall is Logan's assistant. (Well, I hope so) His real relationship with Logan will be revealed. How soon? I really can't say yet. There are still a lot of possibilities for this story...

Still thinking whether to make Kames a side-pairing. For all of you Kames shipper out there, help me make up my mind. Hehehehe.

Also, Logan has his reasons why he's being such a prick.

Oh and if you guys are wondering why I chose Europe as the place where Logan taught, well I really enjoy listening to Logan's (horrible) British accent when they first met Jo in the show. (Hey that rhymed! Jo in the show... *snerks*)

Anyways, please leave a review and tell me what you think.

Love lots, and keep on rushing!