So I've never done a slash WITHOUT James as a main character, but I find it easy to write Cargans. I hope I'm better at this than Kames, (since APPARENTLY I sucked at it) and I hope you guys like this! :)

Logan sat on his new bed, hugging his knees, trembling. A tear streamed down his cheek as he listened to the sounds around him. Children playing, yelling, crying, giggling, talking, scowling. Everything. He didn't like it here. He didn't like it at home either, though. He was glad he was out of there.

"Logan?" said the nun, Sister Rosemary, who just walked into the room. His eyes raised to her. "Aren't you going to unpack, honey?"

"No." Logan sniffled.

"Why not?"

"I don't plan on staying long." Logan sniffled. "My aunt'll come and get me. Right? Did you call her?"

"I did." Sister Rosemary said. "But the only number in the book was disconnected. Don't you have any other family?"

Logan stared harshly at the dirty carpet, confused. Then he shook his head.

"No." he said quietly, burying his face in his knees.

"Look, sweetie." Sister Rosemary said softly, stroking his hair. "You're almost seventeen. The longest you can stay here is a year, then you're free."

"How often do kids my age get adopted?" Logan asked, wiping his eyes.

"Normally the parents want a young child. One that they can raise. It's not too often that a child as old as you gets adopted unless it's for farm work." she sighed.

Logan nodded miserably.

"Where do I take a shower?" he asked. Sister Rosemary told him and he got up, took fresh clothes to the bathroom across the hall from his room, and locked the door.

Logan turned on the water, stripped his clothes, and stared at himself in the mirror.

His black hair hung down over his forehead, not covering the bruise on his cheekbone. His chest and stomach were covered with bruises and a long scar down his abdomen. All of this sickened him, made him want to cry. He climbed into the shower and allowed the steamy water to run over him.

"You're WHAT?" his father had screamed.

"I'm- I'm GAY." Logan said quietly.

"You son of a bitch." his dad screamed, shoving him against the wall. Logan crumpled into a ball against the wall. He knew he stood no chance against his drunken father. He sat there and took the beating. The beating that he deserved. For the sinful thoughts that went through his mind. For the people- the BOYS- who made his heart go BOOM BOOM. He deserved this beating. For being a homosexual.

He barely got away alive. The only reason he WASN'T killed is because his dad had thrown up and passed out.

Logan knew what he wanted to do. He WANTED to just end it all- kill himself. But even this thought was sinful. He couldn't.

"HEY! HURRY UP IN THERE!" came a voice and a banging on the door. Logan, without washing himself, turned off the water, put on the clothes while he was still wet, and exited the bathroom.

"It's about time!" raged a small girl with dark hair and eyes.

"Katie! C'mon!" said a blonde teen boy as he rounded the corner. "Be nice to the new guy."

The little girl slammed the door to the bathroom after entering.

"I'm really sorry. We're not used to sharing with someone else." the boy said, then held out his hand. "I'm Kendall."

Logan shook the hand weakly and went to his room where he laid on the bed and stared at the ceiling.

"First timers always have a rough first week." Kendall said, entering the room.

"What do you MEAN first timers? Aren't we all?"

"No." Kendall said, playing with a tiny spider on his finger. "Me 'n Katie are a package deal. You know how many people have chickened outta adopting Katie when they found out they had to take me, too? Some people went through with it, but found it too overbearing to have TWO kids."

"So is she your sister?"

"Yeah- she's only ten." Kendall said. "I promised her we'd never be separated. She's been through a lot of loss- she couldn't live through another. Our parents- they're kinda dead. And all the rest of our family bailed on us. What about you? What're you here for?"

"My dad killed my mom. And tried to kill me." Logan said absently.

"Woah- that's rough." Kendall said.

"Yeah..."

"I could show you around here if you want. Let you in on the secrets. Like when to steal the best snacks. How to sneak out. The few girls that live here."

"All those things are extremely sinful. I'd go to hell." Logan said harshly, ever looking at Kendall.

"For stealing a FREE Twinkie? I think not." Kendall laughed. "So have you met Camille yet? The chick who lives in here? Damn- they let a guy and a girl bunk TOGETHER? That's bitchin'."

"How could you SAY such things?" Logan scowled.

"What? A guy and a girl bunk together?"

"No- the curse words."

"Ummm... Yeah. Anyway, if you ever tap Camille, lemme know."

"I would NEVER hit a girl."

"No- tap that means... Having sex." Kendall said hesitantly.

"You're Satan trying to get me to commit a sin, aren't you?" Logan asked accusingly.

"No! Look, dude. I'm sorry! I won't talk this way around you anymore. I didn't know you were such a religious person. Usually all the religious people lose their sense of hope in God by the time they get here." Kendall said.

"Yeah, well, God has been the only one who's been there for me all the time." Logan said.

Kendall couldn't agree less, considering the circumstances Logan was under, but he didn't say so.

"I gotta go- but hey, find me at dinner, eh?" Kendall said. Logan shrugged and Kendall left.

Logan wasn't going to go to dinner until Kendall came and picked him up on his way down.

They sat in Kendall's usual spot in the center of the huge table- Katie on Kendall's right, Logan on his left, and some girl on Logan's left. When the nuns ordered that they all join hands and bow their heads in prayer, Logan was the only one that did so. All the other kids made faces at each other and giggled hand in hand.

Logan didn't eat much, letting Kendall eat his portions.

After dinner, Kendall brought Logan to his and Katie's room, which was amazing.

The walls were covered with posters, the dressers had knick knacks all over them, there were curtains on the window, etc.

"Yeah- we've had time to decorate. Four years. But in a year and a half-ish, I'll be 18 and me and Katie are OUTTA HERE." Kendall sang. "Katie, get ready for bed."

"It's SUMMER." Katie groaned.

"I don't CARE. Sleep is the key to healthy development." Kendall mocked as Katie left with PJ's and her toothbrush.

"So you don't talk much." Kendall said, taking off his button up shirt and putting on a hockey t-shirt. Logan looked away, pushing the sinful thoughts from his mind.

"I don't like it here." he said.

"Nobody does. But look- once you get to know everyone, it's not so bad." Kendall shrugged. "When're you turning 18?"

"September 14th."

"Lucky duck! At least you don't have to wait til November." Kendall smirked.

Soon Katie came back and Kendall sat on her bed, Katie in his lap, as he told her a story. Logan had always wanted a younger sibling, but now he wanted one more than ever. Someone to look after. Someone familiar that would never leave his side.

"Night!" Kendall called after Logan as he left without warning.

"Goodnight." Logan answered, going next door to his own room. He was startled to see a girl folding clothes on her bed.

"Hello." Logan said. He assumed this was "Camille"- it was the same girl who sat next to him at dinner.

"Oh, hey." she smiled. "You're Logan?"

"Yeah."

"Well make yourself at home. I'm leaving soon, so I don't really care." she smirked. "In just a few weeks Imma be a legal adult, then I'm SO gone."

Logan nodded and crawled under the blankets, still in his clothes. He rolled over to face the wall, pretending to be asleep, but really just thinking.

"FREEZE! HANDS ABOVE YOUR HEAD!" Logan remembered that yell- that voice- so vividly. And the sound of the door crashing down and policemen flooding into his home. He was pushed behind one of them with a gun protectively and his father was tazed.

The beating that he had received wasn't a bad one- his father was sober. He was still angry about the gay thing and beat Logan every night since.

Having been caught in the act, Logan's father was taken away immediately.

"Your neighbors called us." said the policeman that had stood before him. "You're safe now, son."

Logan was then taken to the police station for questioning. Then here- this horrid orphanage filled with small, scarred children, nuns, and wise teenagers.

He didn't want to be here. With its spiders, its grime, its stench, its know-it-all teenagers, its gross food, its uncomfortable bed, its unmistakable sense of abandonment and emptiness. It was better than home. He had to keep telling himself that. It's better than home.

Sooooo? What did you guys think? Is it a winner?

I swear it'll get happy really soon! :)

Please review- let me know if I need to continue with this one! :D