A/N: This is the final part. I hope you are still with me, since this is the climax of the story. Guess I can't blame those who aren't...

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Logan could see Neal even with his eyes were closed. He was smiling down at him and he had his hand in his. "Don't be frightened, Logan."

"Okay," he said, smiling back.

"Oh my god!" Kendall cried. "He's smiling!" He had always teased Logan about smiling while he slept. The boys all sobbed at the sight.

"Is there anything you want to ask me?" Neil asked.

Logan thought for a moment. "Will I have to see the people who l-love me, grieve?"

"'Fraid so kiddo. As soon as I leave, you will. It's all part of the transition. Those who never open their hearts to love, realize that they've made no mark on this world, whatsoever."

"B-But I can't bear to see...that." Logan broke down into sobs. Neil squeezed his hand.

"You're a loving person, Logan Mitchell, and that's why I'm here for you. I won't leave you once it's time. This life will end, but the next one is just beginning."

Logan swallowed another sob, and calmed himself. A thought had occurred to him. "May I ask you a favor before you go?"

"More time here, kid? I'm afraid not," he said sadly, brushing a stray dark lock of hair from Logan's eye.

"No, not for me. There's a little girl...a fan. She-She's dying, and she wanted to meet me. That was her last wish...but...can you find a way to spare her? She's only nine, and she hasn't lived her life. I know she didn't have the dream-life like I was blessed with, and.." He stopped when he saw the sadness in Neil's eyes.

Neal's heart ached for the young selfless boy. As he said before, his job never got any easier. "You mean, Jill," he said softly.

"Yes...how did you know?" Logan asked.

"Because, I'll be meeting with her while you're in transition." He sighed. By the way, I'm sorry to say that you will experience pain again, because well you know, modern science and all. They will do everything they can to revive you in hopes of saving you, kid. That is the price you will have to pay for stalling," he said with a wink.

"Wait-what? You're going to see her next? Jill? That means...," Logan trailed off, as he ignored the promise of pain, and focused on the girl.

Neal nodded. "It's her time too Logan, so she just may get her wish to meet you, after all."

"Nooo, not like this," Logan pleaded.

"Rest, son. You're going to need it for what's coming next, remember? The pain. Once it's over, you'll never feel pain again, I promise."

x-x

Neal stood at Jill's bedside in the dimly-lit room. He took her tiny hand in his, and she opened her eyes. He quickly brushed the tear from his own cheek so that she wouldn't see it. He was going to have to talk to the big kahuna about all the pain involved in fulfilling his job.

"Hi, Neal," she whispered.

"Hi, Jill. How ya' doin', kiddo?"

She giggled. "Better, now that you're here."

He smiled, and his eyes traveled about the hospital room, which had been her home for several weeks now. A plethora of balloons, stuffed animals, cards, and posters adorned the pale yellow walls. The little girl might not be famous, but she was loved by many.

The posters that stood out most to him, were the many posters of Big Time Rush. Logan's smiling face was nearest to her head, and she turned to smile at the photo when she saw that his gaze landed there.

"That's Logan from Big Time Rush," she said shyly. "I love him."

Neal grinned, and sat on the edge of her bed. "Tell me all about him," he said, giving her time to adjust to the next leg of her journey.

"Well, he's gorgeous as you can see, and if I could have one wish before I die, it would be to meet him," she said wistfully. "I've sent him lots of letters and stuff." She blushed beneath her pallor. "But, I'm not planning on dying anytime soon. Everyone says that I'm too stubborn. They're right, I'll never give up."

"I see," he said, the familiar words echoing in his head. The boy had used the same ones."Well, it just so happens, that I've just come from a visit with Logan, and he wants to meet you too."

Her green eyes lit up, and an energy radiated from her frail body, but then she fell listless. "Wait, but, that means... Noooo," she said, tears welling up in her eyes. "Please don't take him too. I've changed my mind. I promise that I'll stop fighting and go with you, if you'll let him live. I don't want to go knowing that Logan is no longer here. I love all the guys, and I want to know that they're still together," she whispered weakly.

Neal could not stop the next tear from sliding down his cheek. "Oh, kiddo," he said.

"Don't cry, Neal," she said, squeezing his hand.

I'm supposed to be comforting her, not the other way around, he thought, scolding himself for failing her in her time of need.

"I'll be back soon, Jill," Neal said, rising from her bed "There's something I have to go take care of, kiddo."

She nodded and grinned. "Okay, Neil," she said with a wink.

x-x

Logan sucked in a huge gulp of air, his eyes fluttering open as the pain coursed through his body. The team of paramedics had him inside the ambulance now, and they had brought him back to life, just as Neal had promised they would. He could still hear the screams and sobs of his brothers from somewhere nearby. It hurt so badly...

Then there was nothing but darkness... and Logan succumbed to it.

The next time he opened his eyes there was a bright light. He expected to see a place he'd never seen before, but instead, the place he saw was oddly familiar. It was a stark white, and it had an antiseptic smell to it. Then there was that annoying beeping sound...

"He's coming to," a voice said. He tried to focus on the swirling colors above him. "Logan, can you hear me?" the woman's voice asked.

He heard himself moan. There was an intense fire burning in his belly. "I'll give you more medication for the pain, angel. Just look at me for a moment."

He tried again to focus on the swirling colors. Slowly, a woman's face appeared from them. She was blonde and her blue eyes were kind. "Hi, sweetie. . Don't be frightened. You're in the hospital and you're a real fighter, you know that?"

He whimpered as another wave of fiery pain enveloped his abdomen. Now, an older silver-haired man was looking down at him too. "We're proud of you, young man. You fought hard, and you're going to be okay," he said.

Logan's legs began to tremble violently, and he began to sob as the pain became unbearable. They let the morphine flow into his IV, guiding him back into the peaceful darkness.

x-x

Three boys sat only feet away from the room where the team had brought Logan back to life for the second time. Their eyes were red and puffy, and they clung to one another. The only reason they were still able to stay conscious, was because a doctor had said that Logan was not deemed 'clinically' dead yet.

Since learning that, they sat praying for a miracle. Every time someone came through the doors, they tried to mentally prepare themselves for those dreaded words; I'm sorry, There was nothing more we could do. It would be like losing him a third time. Everything seemed surreal as they waited in silence.

So many people who Logan loved, still weren't there to say goodbye to him. The boys had been too devastated to phone right away, so the security guards had taken care of notifying everyone for softly falling snow had given way to blizzard-like conditions, and prevented easy travel to the hospital. The families were still desperately seeking flights into New York City.

Logan had been in emergency surgery for over two hours with no word at all. They became more despondent with each passing minute.

Finally, a man wearing surgical scrubs came through those terrifying double doors. They slowly shifted in their seats, and weakly tried to control their shuddering limbs. They leaned into one another, and attempted to gauge the pending news by the expression still half-hidden beneath the mask. The surgeon pulled it down to expose a slight smile, clearly visible upon his lips. The entire room gasped and waited.

"Who is legally responsible for Logan Mitchell, tonight?" he asked.

"We're here for a performance, so these guys," Kendall said, pointing to the men who had watched over them. "Everyone else is still on their way."

"Good enough, I know who you all are. Logan Mitchell is out of surgery, and I must say I've never seen anything like this. He's lost a lot of blood, but he's alive and doing remarkably well."

There were cheers, squeals, and sobs of joy. The doctor couldn't help but partake in the joy when he was hugged by a dozen people, and even lifted off the floor and spun by a few. He held up a hand to regain some control of the room, and they hushed.

"He's not entirely out of the woods yet, and of course he will stay here for some time. At least until we are certain he won't begin bleeding again..." They all nodded. "But, I truly believe that Mr. Mitchell will make a full recovery. We were even able to perform umbilical surgery, so that he won't have a large incision to recuperate from. It doesn't mean pain-free, however. We did a lot of digging around in there, and he's going to feel every bit of it, even with the morphine drip."

"Logie's strong!" Kendall cried, tears of happiness dripping down his face. "He can handle it!"

"I hear that," the young Hindu surgeon said with a twinkle in his eye. "You can see him as soon as we have him stabilized, and over the worst of the pain."

"W-What was wrong with him, anyway?" Carlos asked curiously, hugging James.

"In medical mumbo-jumbo, a strangulated abdominal hernia that caused an intestinal blockage when it protruded through the abdominal wall. In most cases, the muscle would not have protruded inwardly, and there would have been a visible bulge on the outside of the abdomen. It would have been clear that there was something wrong. Being quite the painful condition, I must say, I'm amazed that he was able to carry on as he did.

So, with the blockage untreated, he began to hemorrhage internally, and quite frankly, we're still reeling from the medical miracle that has taken place here. Technically, he should have bled to death."

"Why would that happen?" Kendall asked, horrified to imagine him dancing and doing back-flips while that was going on inside of him.

"Apparently, he injured himself at some point. He must have twisted in some way that caused the muscle to tear and he just toughed it out until it bled."

"Sounds like our Logan," Kendall said,

"Do you have any other questions for me?'" he asked with a smile, and obviously in high spirits.

"Yes!" Carlos said, raising his hand as if in class, and out of habit. "Does he even realize he's here, where he refused to be?"

James couldn't help but laugh at that, now that he knew Logan was going to pull through. "Carlos!" he scolded.

"Yes, I believe he does. We intentionally allowed him to come to, just long enough to see if he was able to have basic motor function, and he did well. He acknowledged that he was indeed in a medical facility. Once he couldn't bear the pain any longer, we let him slip back under. He's till receiving blood transfusions however, and he is under the watchful eye of one of our finest surgeons."

"Thanks, Doc," Kendall said with tears in his eyes.

"It's my job," Doctor Gupta said with a smile. "It's just such a nicer job, when it turns out this way."

He turned to walk away, but stopped and turned back around. "Oh," he said reaching into the front pocket of his white jacket. "He was holding this when they brought him in. I don't know if it's something special."

He handed a perplexed Kendall a white feather, and shrugged. Kendall stared at the white feather in his hand curiously, twirling it around in his fingers. Logan had held it, it was already special to him.

x-x

Jill sat propped up in her bed, her bags packed by her bedside. "We're going to miss you here, Jilly-bean," the curly-haired nurse said with a warm smile.

"I'm going to miss all you, too," she said with a smile, displaying the large gaps in her teeth where she had lost a couple of baby ones recently. "I won't miss being stuck in here, though."

"I hear you're going to meet your crush one day soon," the nurse said, stacking the photos of the boy-band neatly into a pile for her to take home with her.

"Yep!" In three months, fifteen days and...forty-five seconds, give or take," she giggled.

The nurse began to lightly brush the budding hair that had begun to sprout on the once bare head, when Jill's mother and sister entered the room smiling.

Her sister ran to her and threw her arms around her waist. "Jessie!" she greeted, giving her a kiss on the top of her head. "You're finally coming home!"

"Yep! For good this time, Jessie!"

"We're really heading home?" her mother asked the nurse one more time, to be certain that her hopeful, yet exhausted mind wasn't playing tricks on her.

"That's right," the nurse said. "Doctor Bane said that she no longer has any signs of the illness, and believes she will make a full recovery. A medical miracle, our Jilly-bean is. She will need follow-up care and appointments of course, but then that will just be our excuse to see her," she said with a wink.

The wink reminded Jill of something, or someone... She shrugged. She was going home to be reunited with her family, and that was all she wanted to think about at that very moment.

x-x

This time when Logan opened his eyes, there was a room-full of people looking back at him. It seemed like practically everyone he loved was there, including Neal. Only this time, Logan didn't know he was there.

He winced as he struggled to sit up and see everyone. A nurse slowly lifted the head of his bed a bit, and readjusted his pillows. He hurt but his heart was full of joy.

"Hi, everyone," he said with a crooked grin.

The collective greetings poured out in an explosion of sound, making him giggle. He winced but he couldn't stop. It felt so good to hurt so bad. In his opinion, it just meant that he was alive.

Kendall threw his chest across Logan's tender body and laid face-down, perfectly still and just enjoying the feel of life beneath him. Logan stroked his messy blond hair affectionately. "You've been asleep, like forever!" Kendall whined.

He pulled away only to be replaced by Carlos, who didn't realize his own strength, and made Logan whimper when he embraced him with the usual finesse.

"Sorry," he apologized sheepishly, and kissing him on top of the head. It hurt, but Logan still grinned.

James took Logan's hand gently, not wanting to hurt him, and kissed the palm. "I love you, Logie-bear," he said quietly.

"I love you guys, too," Logan said emotionally, clearly blushing over the affection he was receiving.

By the time everyone had made their rounds, Logan was utterly exhausted. "He needs to rest now," the nurse said, dimming his lights.

They stood to leave. "We'll just be right outside the door, Logie," James whispered.

"Okay," Logan said, fighting to stay awake a bit longer.

"Oh yeah, I almost forgot," Kendall said. He pulled the white feather from his pocket, and handed it to a very sleepy Logan. "Recognize this, Loges?"

Logan frowned, thinking it seemed oddly familiar...he just didn't know why. He reached for it and held it to his heart.

"You were holding it when they brought you in," James said.

"I want to keep it," Logan said softly, smiling as his eyes half-closed.

Kendall leaned over one more time to place a soft brotherly kiss to Logan's forehead. "Okay bro, sleep well."

Logan's eyes drooped lower and lower until they finally closed, and his eyelashes cast shadows across his cheekbones. He fell into a deep peaceful slumber, leading him straight into a dream-world full of fluffy clouds and blue skies. A glowing sphere of amber light danced playfully in that clear blue sky... He smiled at it even though he was sound asleep. He really did have a good life.

Kendall peeked into the dimly-lit room one more time, just to be sure he really had Logan back, and saw him smiling in his sleep. He smiled too. They really did have a good life.

So...still hate me? =^.^=

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