Disclaimer: Don't own big time rush. Though I wouldn't mind if they decided to perform in my loving room with Camille.

Chapter one: Big Time Attack

Camille Anderson was called many things. Crazy, eccentric, lunatic, all things that can be used to describe how she was feeling now. Stupid, betrayed. How she let him lead her to this, how she let her guard down once and Armageddon happened.

She couldn't move, her limbs felt like jelly, and she didn't have the strength to call out for help anymore. Not like someone would come running anyway, she was too far away from civilization. Her world threatened to go black again and she forced her eyes to stay open. The lower half of her body felt like it was on fire. Her knees were bruised, and she could feel blood running freely down her legs as she shifted to a sitting position.

She didn't remember much, but she was sure of what happened. She read about it in books, seen it on T.V. hell she even auditioned for a part of a girl who got raped on a T.V. series. Oh cruel, cruel irony.

She didn't know what to do, She had already screamed herself hoarse and no one had come to her aid.

What do you expect stupid, he threw you in an alley when he was done with you. Isn't this the sorta thing that your parents advised you about.

When Camille was on the start her career as an actress, her parents had sat her down and told her the dangers of Hollywood, that no one could really be trusted. And she should have listened to them. Camille thought she could take care of herself. She shrugged off any notion that if anyone who would even want to come within ten feet of her with devilish intentions she'd beat them off.

Boy was she wrong. She knew Jo was worried about her. She was supposed to be at her place three hours ago, but she couldn't bring herself to ring her best friend. She didn't want to bother anyone. But one person came to mind. And he even told her that something was wrong with the guy. She just shrugged it off as him being jealous. That she wasn't into him as much anymore. It was one of the only arguments they had ever gotten into. Even when they were dating for a few weeks.

Finally giving in before she changed her mind she dug out her cell phone from her purse and she had thank god.

Logan Mitchell groaned in his sleep as his cell phone went off on his bedside night stand.

He wasn't the only one protesting the interruption either, as a pillow flew and hit him in the head as he reached for it and answered with a breathless "Hello?" He got up and left the room before more projectiles went flying at him. He sat on the orange couch in the living room with a tired sigh.

"Logan?" A frantic voice sounded from the other line. Logan had to pull the phone away from his ear and check the caller ID.

"Jo, I think you got the wrong number, hang up and try again." Logan was about to hang up and Jo yelled at him through the phone.

"I meant to call you idiot!" He could almost hear her roll her eyes. "I'm not in the mood for games right now. Have you seen Camille?"

That caused Logan to roll his eyes. "Why, so she could rub in my face about her perfect new boyfriend? No I haven't." he was about to hang up again when Jo scowled from the other end.

"Stop being such an asshole Mitchell! Camille's missing. She was supposed to come over to my place after her date but she never did. And it should have ended hours ago."

Logan calmed his voice down. "Are you sure she isn't with 'pretty boy?" Logan had taken to calling Camille's new beau 'pretty boy' to show his distaste in him. Everyone thought it was funny and annoying at the same time.

"I don't know. I've been trying to get a hold of her all night, and she's not answering her phone."

Logan couldn't believe this. Fate was just messing with him lately. Part of him wanted to tell Jo to bother someone else, but part of him (the part that was still deeply in love with Camille) told him to be worried.

"Look Logan, I know you're not really concerned when it comes to Camille these days, but even of she did decide to do something, she would never break the curfew we established to each other. You were the only one I could turn to. Her dad's out of town. He has been constantly since he got this new job. I'm sorry I woke you, but I'm worried something's happened to her." He could tell Jo was really worried. That she was fighting tears.

Logan was about to say something when the call waiting beeped on his end.

"Hold on Jo, another call, that might be her." He transferred the line over.

"Camille, if this is you, this isn't funny. You had Jo worried sick." Logan started but was cut off by a sob on the other end.

"Logan?" her voice was raspy, like she'd been screaming and crying for hours.

"Yeah it's me, Jesus Camille where are you, what happened?" Logan asked. Camille sounded horrible.

"I don't know."

"Okay, don't panic, Jo and I are on our way to look for you. Don't move." Even as Logan said it was jumping to his feet and running back to his room pulling on clothes horridly.

"I'm sorry Logan." Her voice sounded far away, and it caused a chill to run up and down his spine.

"Don't be. We'll be there soon." He switched back over to Jo as he pulled his shoes on.

"She just called. She doesn't know where she is, I'm getting ready, meet me in front in five, no later." With that he cut the line, and finished tying his shoes.

"Where are you going?" A sleepy James asked from behind him, and Logan realized in his rush he had accidentally sat on the wrong bed.

"To look for Camille, She's hurt, and the useless boyfriend of hers is no where to be found."

"What happened to Camille?" He asked his sleepy brain not fully registering what was being said.

"I don't know but when I find her I'll let you know." Logan fished to keys to the Mercedes out of the side table drawer the boys kept it in, and left the room without another word.

Jo was waiting for Logan by the car. It only took her two minutes to get her shoes on and be ready. She saw Logan running towards her and braced herself. She knew asking Logan for help would be hard, but he cared for Camille even if he didn't show it much.

"Do you have any idea where she could be?" Jo asked as they both climbed into the car, and Logan pulled out without a word.

"No, but she sounded like she'd been screaming and crying, someone would have heard if the streets were busy. So she'd probably be somewhere where no one would here her. Hey, Jo, do you think Eric has anything to do with this?"

Jo frowned, She knew Logan was serious, she used 'pretty boy's' actual name. "I'm hoping not, for his sake, because if he's hurt her in anyway he's in trouble."

That caused a small smile to form on Logan's face. But it didn't stay long he was worried, and guilty and that caused him to drive faster.

Forty-five minutes later Jo and Logan had checked almost every alleyway in Hollywood. Jo was even calling Camille's cell again, with no luck she wasn't answering again, and causing the two teens to worry even more.

Logan's cell went of, and he gave a sigh of relief. "Camille?" he asked into the phone.

"Dude where are you, Kendall woke and saw that you were gone, and is freaking out!" Carlos said on the other line. Great just what he needed Kendall going on a 'over protective big brother rant.'

Logan was about to tell Carlos what was going on when Jo gave a squeal of relief as she held her own phone to her ear.

"Who's there with you?" Carlos asked, but Logan ignored him.

"Listen, no time to explain. Tell Big Brother Kendall not to worry, I'll be home soon." He hung up before Carlos even had a chance to breath.

"Calm down Camille, we can't find you if you don't tell us where you are." Jo was saying into the phone beside him.

"Okay, okay, just hold on a little longer sweetie, we'll be there in like two minutes." Jo pointed Logan where to drive and kept Camille taking on the phone. Afraid that if they hung up, she'd have trouble getting a hold of her again.

Logan didn't even shut the car off before he was jumping out and running into the alley. He knew he had a strong mind and heart, but what he saw threatened to shatter all that.

They'd found Camille finally but she looked so broken. She was leaning again the wall holding onto the phone for dear life. Her hair was matted and in knots, her face smeared with tears, dirt and blood, her pink dress was torn to shreds not covering anything.

Logan quickly took off his jacket and covered a shivering and trembling Camille as she sobbed into his chest. He looked at Jo who stood at the opening fear and disbelief in her eyes. But it only lasted three seconds. She was by Camille's side and whispering in her ear that it was all going to be okay, but it didn't sound too comforting.

"Come on let's get you out of here." Logan picked her up, afraid of how light and frail she felt, and Jo helped him carry her to the car.

He helped the girls in the back seat and jumped in the drivers side. He had to force himself to calm down he felt like his insides were on fire. He wanted to hit something so bad, preferably Eric's face and he needed to calm down before he crashed and killed them all.

"Logan?" Jo asked and put her hand on his. Camille was falling asleep against her shoulder, his jacket wrapped around her like a lifeline.

She needs you now buddy, so let's not let her down. He thought to himself. Took a deep cleansing breath and started to drive back towards to Palm Woods.

"What are we going to do?" Jo asked.

"I don't know. I'm thinking Mama Knight might be able to help us." He called Kendall and explained everything.

"She was what!" Kendall shrieked in disbelief. No way, no way was strong over confident Camille Anderson raped.

"Don't make me repeat it Kendall trust me, it hurts more to say."

"How?" Kendall waved Carlos and James away from the phone when they started to try to grab it to listen in.

"Hold on Logan, I'm putting you on speaker."

"No need, where here already. Be up in a minute." Logan hung up and Kendall looked at his other band mates with a solemn expression.

"Well what happened to Camille?" James asked.

"She was attacked. Logan's bringing her here now. He said he'll explain everything. Better go wake up mom."

Logan and Jo carried a sleeping Camille into the apartment and the three boys gave a simultaneous gasp. Camille looked horrible. In the better light you could see she had a black eye and dried blood running down her face, and the rest of her looked worse.

Logan's jacket didn't cover much. Shreds of her dress were hanging in tatters. She was still out of it when Logan went into his room and returned with some clean sweats.

"Here Jo, she might be more comfortable in these." Logan handed her the clothed and he helped her carry Camille to the bathroom where Jo can clean her up. He shut the door and leaned against it with a sigh.

"Logan what happened to Camille?" Mama Knight asked. She leaned against the counter in full maternal mode.

"I don't know the whole story, but Jo called me telling me that Camille missed the curfew that the two of them made for each other and that she was worried. Then Camille called but she was so out of it, she didn't know where she was, Jo and I went looking in every abandoned place we could until we got lucky and found her." Logan didn't realize that Carlos and James were forcing him to sit on the couch until he was sitting down.

"Why didn't you call the police, or wake me up. You know it's dangerous for a boy your age to be driving around LA at this time at night. Especially with Jo."

"I wasn't thinking about that Mrs. Knight. When I heard Camille's voice on the phone. How weak and lost she sounded, I just had to find her. To make sure she was safe."

"Don't be too mad at him mom, I mean if the tables were turned and it were me, I would have done the same thing." Kendall said, and the room grew quiet. As Mama Knight sighed and walked into the kitchen. She put on a pot of coffee, she knew it was going to be a LOOOONG morning.

Twenty long painful minutes past when the bathroom door opened and Jo came walking out, supporting a cleaned up Camille against her arm as she led them to the couch.

Camille flinched away when her left arm brushed against Kendall's on accident. But it didn't go unnoticed.

"Camille, hey, how are you feeling?" Kendall asked scooting over so that he wouldn't make her more uncomfortable.

She shook her head and looked at him sadly. She looked around the room as goose bumps formed on her arms underneath Logan's sweater. Everyone in the room looked at her with a scared sad expression.

"Was it Eric?" The question was asked so softly she almost didn't hear it, or know who it came from. But she knew, and as she locked eyes on him he had his answer, but she felt he deserved to hear it vocally.

"Yes." She looked down as fresh tears welled in her eyes, she wrapped her trembling arms around herself, pulling her knees to her chest.

Logan nodded his head slightly, his expression unreadable. It caused Camille to shiver and tremble even more with the unspoken intensity in his eyes.

"Logan are you okay?" Camille asked, her voice breaking a bit, and Logan finally exploded.

"Am I okay? You're asking my if I'M okay? Look at yourself Camille, The guy you put your trust in takes advantage of you and just throws you in some alley like you're nothing but some trash that gets thrown out. Don't be worried about me, I'm fine! But Eric, he's a dead man. I'm going to FUCKING KILL HIM!" Everyone watched with shock as Logan stormed out of the apartment slamming it in the process.

"I'll follow him, make sure he doesn't do anything stupid." James said quietly obviously shook up. If anything he'd help Logan kill the bastard. No girl deserves being taken advantage of, especially Camille, she's like the strongest girl he's ever met, and to see her so broken and vulnerable, well it make James' blood boil, and he was pretty sure the same thing could be said about Kendall and Carlos, who both have girlfriends to protect.

He found Logan pacing in the Palm woods lobby. It was barely four in the morning so no one was around yet, even Mr. Bitters didn't start his day until at least six.

"If you're here to talk me out of tearing the son of a bitch apart, save your breath because I'm not listening." Logan said when he noticed the other boy there.

"Don't worry man, if anything I'll help you burry the body." James tried to smile, to calm his best friend down. He'd never seen Logan this upset and worked up before. Even when he found out about the kiss he and Camille shared on accident. Logan most definitely never cursed as some Logan made rule and for him to break that rule twice in the span of fifteen minutes James knew his friend needed to calm down before he got himself in trouble.

"This is not funny James." Logan snapped.

"I'm not trying to be funny. Look Logan I know you're upset, we all are, but getting mad isn't going to make it better."

"Yeah like you would know, the girl you love wasn't rap-" He couldn't finish the sentence. He knew if he did, there really would be no stopping him from tracking this guy down and ripping him apart.

"You're right I wouldn't know. But we all love her too Logan. We're all scared that we don't know what to do. This is the first time something like this has ever happened before, but all we can do is be there for Camille for what she decides to do. Because this is going to be the hardest on her."

James made sense. Logan knew it, he was a genius after all, But it was so much easier to point blame on someone else then to point blame at yourself.

"Come on. Camille needs you, she needs us all right now, lets see what she's going to do and take it from there. Okay?"

Logan sighed. It was a cold day in hell today. He managed to let his anger get the best of him twice today and hot headed James was the one who had to calm him down.

"Okay." Logan took a deep breath and the two of them made their way back to 2J.

"Camille are you sure?" The two of them heard as they re-entered the apartment. Mama Knight was kneeling in front of Camille who looked up and saw Logan, and jumped into his arms, sobbing uncontrollably.

Logan gave the room a questioning look.

"She doesn't want to press charges." Mama Knight answered for everyone.

Logan had to fight to keep his anger in check. "Why?" he held the crying girl tighter as if she'd make his anger go away.

Jo sighed and answered. "Because this is Hollywood, and this sort of thing happens all the time."

"But that doesn't mean that it's right."

Jo looked pointedly at the crying girl in his arms, and Logan knew she has just quoted exactly what she was told.

Logan made sure his voice was light, he didn't want to upset her any more than she was.

"Camille, you can't let him get away with this. You have to go to the police."

She was shaking her head against his chest. "Won't do any good. I'm just a statistic."

That word caused Logan to flinch involuntarily. He used the same word when they broke up all those months ago.

"Listen to me, you will be if you let him win. Hear me out Camille." He gently pulled her face up to look at him. "I won't let him hurt you. Neither will Carlos, Kendall, James, Jo, Stephanie or anyone. We all care about you, and think it's a good idea to go to the police." He gave her his most serious face.

"Either you go to the police and let them handle it legally, or I handle it. It's your choice." He looked around the room, and with the look on every else faces, He felt like they all shared the same thoughts.

Whelps here's chapter one. Man this was pretty hard to write. I don't see Logan as an angry character. (He's too scared of everything.) But I do believe that if you put someone he loves in some sort of danger or crisis, he'd over react. Because he's known to over react. (Especially when Camille's concerned.) Sorry it was so long. Everything will be explained more, like who's Eric? Don't worry the reason I didn't put him in the chapter was one, I don't think I could write a rape scene. It was hard enough writing a post rape scene. And two, I wanted the first interaction with him to be with Logan. ^_^

Anywayz. I love this pairing Camille and Logan are just too adorable. (They're also the only reason I started watching the show in the first place.) Don't worry, I'm the queen of fluff, there will be plenty along with the angst. Cause I don't really like angst.