Stay With Me - Part 1
Fic title: Stay With Me
Author name: Melly aka squoctobird
Artist name:tammyvo
Genre: Sci-Fi, Horror, Slash
Pairing: Kendall/Logan
Rating: M
Word count: WIP/TBD
Warnings/Spoilers: Character death(s), necrophilia, bad science, lots and lots of angst
Summary: A tragic car crash rips Kendall from their lives. Brokenhearted and full of guilt, Logan steals Kendall’s body from its grave. Breaking the laws of nature and science, he successfully brings his love back to life but at what cost? Kendall didn't want to die, but he certainly doesn't want to live like this.
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He woke up screaming. A horrendous amount of unbearable pain had overcome him, and the intensity was only matched by the speed at which it receded. He laid there, eyes closed, breathing heavy and chest pounding, feeling like a stranger in his own body. Something was off. Something was different.
He slowly opened his eyes, confused by his surroundings. The last thing he remembered was being in the car with Logan, but now, he wasn’t sure where he was. The place was dark and dirty with only a lone light bulb hanging from the ceiling above him.
He started to sit up, but a hand gently pushed him back down on the table. He grabbed the person’s wrist, letting go suddenly and gasping at the sight of a mechanical hand. He wiggled the fingers, surprised that he was the one controlling them. He couldn’t believe it until his eyes followed the path of the hand that led to an arm that continued into a shoulder. His shoulder.
More confused than ever, he began to panic. He had so many questions, but he couldn’t vocalize them.
“Wha-?”
“Shhhh, it’s okay,” he heard a familiar voice say, soothing him, “You’re okay.”
“Logie?”
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Three Weeks Earlier
Logan and Kendall were on their way home from a dinner date when suddenly dark clouds covered the sky and blocked the light of the moon. It had only taken a few minutes for the light rain to switch to a torrential downpour. The windshield wipers swished furiously side to side, doing little to remove the rain.
“Logan, maybe we should pull over until this calms down.”
Normally Logan would have agreed with this idea one hundred percent, but he was tired and the Palmwoods was literally only minutes away.
“I think I can handle it, Kendall. We’re almost home.”
“But-”
“Did you forget I’m a genius, capable of calculating speed, traction and stopping distance in my head? We’ll be fine. Plus, I aced my driving exam. Perfect score, remember? You have nothing to worry about.”
The car started to shake when a flash of lightning filled the sky and thunder boomed overhead. Logan tried his best to keep steady, but as the tires went through a large puddle in the road, he lost control of the car. They spun in circles, both boys screaming in fear as they narrowly missed colliding with another vehicle.
Finally the car came to a stop and the boys were able to calm their breathing. Logan reached over and grabbed Kendall’s hand, giving it a squeeze. He turned to look at his boyfriend in order to apologize but before a word could be spoken there was a bright light followed by the screeching of tires and a loud crash. The air was filled with ungodly noises of bending and breaking metal. Then, for a brief moment, there was a deafening silence and everything went black.
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Logan woke up surrounded by darkness. He was disoriented and had no idea where he was. The one thing he did know was that he was in a lot of pain. He blinked his eyes to adjust this vision o the dark. His eyes moved back and forth nervously, trying to gain his bearings. He hissed at the pain that shot through his body as he shifted his position to get a better look, but he was restricted by his seatbelt.
Seatbelt. He was in a car. He and Kendall were-
Kendall. Where was Kendall?
“Kendall?” Logan finally spoke. His voice was weak and his throat was scratchy. “Kendall?” he called out again, but he received no answer.
He couldn’t move very well; his chest hurt when he inhaled and his head was throbbing, but he frantically reached out blindly for Kendall despite his discomfort. His panic grew when he could not find him. He called for Kendall again, this time screaming as loud as he could, but all he heard was the sound of his own crying. Soon he heard sirens and saw the flashing of red and blue lights. He let out a painful sigh of relief and his panic waned slightly, knowing that paramedics would be there to help them. Minutes later the shining light of a flashlight was in his face.
“Hi. My name is John and I’m here to help you. Can you tell me what hurts?”
“No. You need to help Kendall, first. He won’t answer me. Some-something’s wrong.”
“We’re going to help both of you. Don’t worry.”
John looked across the wreckage to his partner, who sadly shook her head no. Kendall hadn’t survived the crash. Based on his injuries, he had most likely died on impact.
John did his best to hide his reaction. There was no need to distress the teen in the car further, so he just continued on with his work. He attempted to put a neck brace on Logan so they could move him, but the boy pushed the device away.
“No!” he said through gritted teeth, “Help Kendall first. Don’t worry about me. You have to help him first!”
John tried to reason with Logan, but the genius refused to listen. Soon the boy was in hysterics- screaming, crying and fighting the paramedics with all his might. When it was clear that he was not going to cooperate, John injected him with a mild sedative.
Logan woke up several hours later in a lot of pain. His entire body ached. He had a concussion, several bruised and broken ribs, some internal bleeding, along with various bruises, abrasions and contusions. He looked as bad as he felt.
His mind was in a fog and he blinked several times trying to clear his blurry vision. Slowly he was able to take in his surroundings and although he was still in a haze, he was able to piece together where he was- the hospital. At first he was confused. Why was he in the hospital? Why was he in so much pain?
As his vision cleared, he looked around the room and saw James and Carlos in chairs next to his bed. Both boys had red puffy eyes as if they had been crying, but they tried their best to smile when they noticed Logan was awake.
“Hey, buddy. How are you feeling?” Carlos asked.
“Like I’ve been hit by a Mack Truck,” he said as he raised a hand up to his throbbing head. “What happened?”
James and Carlos looked at each other wide-eyed at the ironic accuracy of Logan’s words.
“Well, Logan, you were in a car accident,” James started. “Only you would know what happened exactly, but it looks like you lost control and ended up in the wrong lane and were hit by an oncoming semi.”
Just like that it all came flooding back to him. Logan remembered the bright light and the horrible screeching noises. He remembered being trapped in the car that had been flipped upside down. He remembered the paramedics.
“Kendall. Where’s Kendall?” he asked suddenly.
Neither boy knew what to say to Logan. How do you break this horrible news to your best friend? How do you tell someone that the love of their life is dead?
Logan sensed their hesitation and his eyes welled up with tears.
“No,” he said as he shook his head in disbelief. “No.”
Carlos put a comforting hand on his shoulder and started to speak, “Logan, I’m sor-”
“No!” Logan yelled defiantly as he shrugged off Carlos’ friendly gesture. “No!”
Logan covered his ears, shaking his head furiously, refusing to listen to lies coming from his best friend’s mouth. There was no way that Kendall was dead.
The genius had never been one to believe in soul mates or fate. It was just a theory that only those without the proper knowledge of the body and mind believed. Love wasn’t a real thing. It was only a result of hormones, complex chemical reactions that were used to fool the mind.
All that changed with Kendall though, Logan finally understood what it meant to be love and be loved. The blonde had promised they would be together forever. Kendall never broke his promises, especially one he made to Logan. There had to be a mistake. Kendall was not dead. He was not.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw a woman enter the room. He looked up and locked eyes with a grieving Jennifer Knight and his world came crashing down. Suddenly a breathing mask was thrust over his nose and mouth. He didn’t even realize he was hyperventilating. The doctor and nurses tried to get him to calm down, but he was inconsolable. He didn’t even register the small prick in his arm when the nurse injected him with another sedative. For the third time in twenty fours, Logan’s world went black.
Author name: Melly aka squoctobird
Artist name:tammyvo
Genre: Sci-Fi, Horror, Slash
Pairing: Kendall/Logan
Rating: M
Word count: WIP/TBD
Warnings/Spoilers: Character death(s), necrophilia, bad science, lots and lots of angst
Summary: A tragic car crash rips Kendall from their lives. Brokenhearted and full of guilt, Logan steals Kendall’s body from its grave. Breaking the laws of nature and science, he successfully brings his love back to life but at what cost? Kendall didn't want to die, but he certainly doesn't want to live like this.
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He woke up screaming. A horrendous amount of unbearable pain had overcome him, and the intensity was only matched by the speed at which it receded. He laid there, eyes closed, breathing heavy and chest pounding, feeling like a stranger in his own body. Something was off. Something was different.
He slowly opened his eyes, confused by his surroundings. The last thing he remembered was being in the car with Logan, but now, he wasn’t sure where he was. The place was dark and dirty with only a lone light bulb hanging from the ceiling above him.
He started to sit up, but a hand gently pushed him back down on the table. He grabbed the person’s wrist, letting go suddenly and gasping at the sight of a mechanical hand. He wiggled the fingers, surprised that he was the one controlling them. He couldn’t believe it until his eyes followed the path of the hand that led to an arm that continued into a shoulder. His shoulder.
More confused than ever, he began to panic. He had so many questions, but he couldn’t vocalize them.
“Wha-?”
“Shhhh, it’s okay,” he heard a familiar voice say, soothing him, “You’re okay.”
“Logie?”
---
Three Weeks Earlier
Logan and Kendall were on their way home from a dinner date when suddenly dark clouds covered the sky and blocked the light of the moon. It had only taken a few minutes for the light rain to switch to a torrential downpour. The windshield wipers swished furiously side to side, doing little to remove the rain.
“Logan, maybe we should pull over until this calms down.”
Normally Logan would have agreed with this idea one hundred percent, but he was tired and the Palmwoods was literally only minutes away.
“I think I can handle it, Kendall. We’re almost home.”
“But-”
“Did you forget I’m a genius, capable of calculating speed, traction and stopping distance in my head? We’ll be fine. Plus, I aced my driving exam. Perfect score, remember? You have nothing to worry about.”
The car started to shake when a flash of lightning filled the sky and thunder boomed overhead. Logan tried his best to keep steady, but as the tires went through a large puddle in the road, he lost control of the car. They spun in circles, both boys screaming in fear as they narrowly missed colliding with another vehicle.
Finally the car came to a stop and the boys were able to calm their breathing. Logan reached over and grabbed Kendall’s hand, giving it a squeeze. He turned to look at his boyfriend in order to apologize but before a word could be spoken there was a bright light followed by the screeching of tires and a loud crash. The air was filled with ungodly noises of bending and breaking metal. Then, for a brief moment, there was a deafening silence and everything went black.
--
Logan woke up surrounded by darkness. He was disoriented and had no idea where he was. The one thing he did know was that he was in a lot of pain. He blinked his eyes to adjust this vision o the dark. His eyes moved back and forth nervously, trying to gain his bearings. He hissed at the pain that shot through his body as he shifted his position to get a better look, but he was restricted by his seatbelt.
Seatbelt. He was in a car. He and Kendall were-
Kendall. Where was Kendall?
“Kendall?” Logan finally spoke. His voice was weak and his throat was scratchy. “Kendall?” he called out again, but he received no answer.
He couldn’t move very well; his chest hurt when he inhaled and his head was throbbing, but he frantically reached out blindly for Kendall despite his discomfort. His panic grew when he could not find him. He called for Kendall again, this time screaming as loud as he could, but all he heard was the sound of his own crying. Soon he heard sirens and saw the flashing of red and blue lights. He let out a painful sigh of relief and his panic waned slightly, knowing that paramedics would be there to help them. Minutes later the shining light of a flashlight was in his face.
“Hi. My name is John and I’m here to help you. Can you tell me what hurts?”
“No. You need to help Kendall, first. He won’t answer me. Some-something’s wrong.”
“We’re going to help both of you. Don’t worry.”
John looked across the wreckage to his partner, who sadly shook her head no. Kendall hadn’t survived the crash. Based on his injuries, he had most likely died on impact.
John did his best to hide his reaction. There was no need to distress the teen in the car further, so he just continued on with his work. He attempted to put a neck brace on Logan so they could move him, but the boy pushed the device away.
“No!” he said through gritted teeth, “Help Kendall first. Don’t worry about me. You have to help him first!”
John tried to reason with Logan, but the genius refused to listen. Soon the boy was in hysterics- screaming, crying and fighting the paramedics with all his might. When it was clear that he was not going to cooperate, John injected him with a mild sedative.
Logan woke up several hours later in a lot of pain. His entire body ached. He had a concussion, several bruised and broken ribs, some internal bleeding, along with various bruises, abrasions and contusions. He looked as bad as he felt.
His mind was in a fog and he blinked several times trying to clear his blurry vision. Slowly he was able to take in his surroundings and although he was still in a haze, he was able to piece together where he was- the hospital. At first he was confused. Why was he in the hospital? Why was he in so much pain?
As his vision cleared, he looked around the room and saw James and Carlos in chairs next to his bed. Both boys had red puffy eyes as if they had been crying, but they tried their best to smile when they noticed Logan was awake.
“Hey, buddy. How are you feeling?” Carlos asked.
“Like I’ve been hit by a Mack Truck,” he said as he raised a hand up to his throbbing head. “What happened?”
James and Carlos looked at each other wide-eyed at the ironic accuracy of Logan’s words.
“Well, Logan, you were in a car accident,” James started. “Only you would know what happened exactly, but it looks like you lost control and ended up in the wrong lane and were hit by an oncoming semi.”
Just like that it all came flooding back to him. Logan remembered the bright light and the horrible screeching noises. He remembered being trapped in the car that had been flipped upside down. He remembered the paramedics.
“Kendall. Where’s Kendall?” he asked suddenly.
Neither boy knew what to say to Logan. How do you break this horrible news to your best friend? How do you tell someone that the love of their life is dead?
Logan sensed their hesitation and his eyes welled up with tears.
“No,” he said as he shook his head in disbelief. “No.”
Carlos put a comforting hand on his shoulder and started to speak, “Logan, I’m sor-”
“No!” Logan yelled defiantly as he shrugged off Carlos’ friendly gesture. “No!”
Logan covered his ears, shaking his head furiously, refusing to listen to lies coming from his best friend’s mouth. There was no way that Kendall was dead.
The genius had never been one to believe in soul mates or fate. It was just a theory that only those without the proper knowledge of the body and mind believed. Love wasn’t a real thing. It was only a result of hormones, complex chemical reactions that were used to fool the mind.
All that changed with Kendall though, Logan finally understood what it meant to be love and be loved. The blonde had promised they would be together forever. Kendall never broke his promises, especially one he made to Logan. There had to be a mistake. Kendall was not dead. He was not.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw a woman enter the room. He looked up and locked eyes with a grieving Jennifer Knight and his world came crashing down. Suddenly a breathing mask was thrust over his nose and mouth. He didn’t even realize he was hyperventilating. The doctor and nurses tried to get him to calm down, but he was inconsolable. He didn’t even register the small prick in his arm when the nurse injected him with another sedative. For the third time in twenty fours, Logan’s world went black.