(A/N: I wasn't planning to post this story for a couple more weeks, but I can't help it! But fair warning there is a lot of cussing in this story, so if you don't like cussing stop reading now!)

Disclaimer: I don't own anything! I'm to broke to own myself, let alone the guys of Big Time Rush!

Chapter 1: Problems?

Camille P.O.V.

It was five in the morning, and I was wide awake. My beautiful little girl was laying in her bed, across the room from me, sound asleep. I couldn't stop the tears that started down my face, as I got out of bed, and walked into my tiny kitchen. I already knew what I would find when I open the fridge door, but I did it anyway. I stood there for, I don't know how long, just staring at the emptiness.

A loaf of bread, a pack of ham, and a gallon of milk was all the food we had in the house. I sank to the floor and just cried for what seem like hours, but was probably only minutes.

How did I get to this point? I was suppose to be a nurse, married, and living a great life. So how did I get here?

I'll tell you how! I did the ultimate stupid girl thing. I feel for the older, bad boy. Yeah, I know, stupid right? I fell in love with him, had sex, and three months later, got the surprise of my life. I was 21 when my daughter was born, and that bastard decided he didn't want to be in either of our lives. He signed over his parental rights and took off to California. So here I am, struggling to take care of myself and my child, and I'm failing fast!

Even though I wouldn't trade Haley for anything, I wish that I could change a lot of what happen. I wish I could go back and choose someone else to fall in love with. Someone who would never abandon their family, like Jett did.

Simply thinking his name brought on a fresh wave of tears. Even though its been two years since he left, a part of me can't help but hope that he'll come back to us. Sure I know that will never happen, I mean he's living in L.A. and has become a very popular actor with no care in the world, so why would he want to come back here and deal with all the baby mama drama.

I was brought out of my minds tirade by a little hand touching my shoulder. I looked up to see my daughter staring down at me, with tears reflecting in her own eyes.

"Don't cry mama! It's otay!" she said, wrapping her arms around my neck and hugging me tightly.

"I know sweetie, Mama's just a little sad right now." I answered, pulling her down onto my lap.

We sat there for awhile, with me just holding her and whispering how much I loved her. We sat in that position until I felt her starting to drift to sleep. I got up and placed her in bed before going to lay down myself.

My life may not be perfect but there was one thing that made it all worth while, My Beautiful Baby Girl!

Logan's P.O.V.

I grabbed my fifth cup of coffee that night; before heading back down to the E.R. No matter how much I love my job, working the graveyard shift still sucks. I went straight to the nurses station to check-in and see if there were any new patients.

"Hey Jo!" I said to the pretty blond nurse behind the desk.

"Hi Dr. Mitchell!" She answered, handing me a chart.

"How many times do I have to tell you, call me Logan!" I said looking at the chart. "How has it been down here?" I asked as we walked towards the third station, where the patient was waiting.

"It's been pretty quiet tonight. There only been two new patients in the last hour." she said, as I knocked on the door and enter the room.

"Hello Ms. Boyd, I'm Dr. Mitchell, I'll be taking care of you tonight. It's says here that you've been experiencing some abdominal pain followed by a vomiting sensation. Can you tell me how long that has been going on?" I asked.

"Only for a couple of days now. It started after I went for my morning run a week ago. I thought that it was just cramps; but they keep getting worse." she told me.

"Okay if you could stand up for me." I told her pulling on some gloves. "I'm going to apply pressure to your stomach, and I want you to let me know when ever hurts."

After I had went across her stomach twice, I wrote down the results, and told her she could have a seat. "I'm going to have Nurse Jo draw some blood and send it for some test. It shouldn't take long to get the results back. In the mean time, I'm going to start you on a morphine drip to try to easy the pain. Hopefully you'll be able to relax and get some sleep. I'll be back in a little bit to check on you." I said before grabbing her chart and walking out.

It was still quiet when I walked into the main area. I had just made it to the nurses station when I heard someone calling my name. I turned to see my twin brother jogging towards me.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" I asked after he caught his breath.

"Duh, I need to talk to you." he said, rolling his eyes.

"What could possibly be so important it couldn't have waited to tomorrow?" I asked him.

"Well..." he started.

"Kendall, I swear this better not be about some date you had!" I told him.

"It's not! It's about Mom and Dad." he murmured.

My blood ran cold at just the mention of my parents. Don't get me wrong, I love them for being my parents, but there are just some people who shouldn't be allowed to raise children and Karen and Christopher Mitchell are two of them.

"Excuse me, Dr. Mitchell!" I barely heard Jo's voice, needless to say it wasn't enough to break me out of my silent musing.

My parents... that was a funny thing to call them since most of my life they spent treating me like an object rather than a person. My dad was nothing short of a bully. He always had to have his way, and if you didn't agree with him, you had better keep your opinion to yourself. And my mom... well lets just say she wasn't around enough for me to know much about her. I don't even understand why they are married, my dad cheats and my mom is all about the money. They couldn't agree on anything if you paid them to. Buy lucky for Kendall and I, the one thing they could agree on was pressuring us to be what they wanted us to be, no matter what we wanted.

"Logan!" Kendall yelled at me, finally breaking me out of my thoughts.

"What?" I snapped at him.

"I think she's trying to talk to you." he said pointing at the person standing next to him, looking slightly amused.

"Sorry Jo! What's wrong?" I asked snapping right into doctor mode.

"There's nothing wrong, I just wanted to tell you that I sent Ms. Boyd blood to get tested and the results should be back in a couple hours." she said, smiling.

"Okay, thank you! I'm going to head to the break room for a few minutes, page me if you need me." I told her.

"Will do, and it was really nice meeting you Kendall." she said, smiling at my brother before walking away.

"You as well Nurse Jo." he called after her. I barely stop myself from rolling my eyes at the stupid smirk on his face,

"Come on idiot!" I tell him, before walking towards the exit that led into the main part of the hospital.

It took only five minutes for us to reach the break room. As soon as we were in, I dropped down on the couch, exhausted.

"Dude, do you know if she's seeing anybody?" Kendall asked me.\

"Who?" I responded confusingly.

"Nurse Jo!" Kendall answered, as if it was the most obvious answer in the world.

"No I don't know if she's dating anybody. And quite frankly I don't give a fuck." I told him, annoyed that he had been here all of ten minutes and was already trying to hook up with someone.

"Well do you think you could ask her? And if she says no then you could talk me up to her." he asked.

"No Kendall! Seriously I need you to focus here." I yelled at him. "Why did mom and dad call you?"

"Oh yeah, my bad! Well they call to say that they missed us and so they decided to come for a visit."

"What?" I yelled, jumping up and starting to pace the floor.

"Yeah they said they would be here in about two weeks." Kendall told me.

"Oh this is bad, this is really fucking bad..." I kept repeating more to myself than to Kendall.

"Logan calm down! Why are you freaking out? I know you and the 'rents don't get along, but don't you think you're overreacting a little." he asked me.

"No Kendall, I don't think I'[m overreacting." I screamed at him, causing him to flinch back into the couch.

"I'm missing something, ani't I?" he asked me.

"Do you remember my last convo with dad?" I asked him.

"How the hell would I remember that? It was over almost three years ago!" he shot at me.

"Well lucky you!" I told him sarcastically. "I however can't forget the fact that I told him that I was married and going to have a baby!"

"Oh yeah! I totally spaced on that." Kendall laughed.

"It's not funny Kendall." I snapped.

"Come on... it's a little funny!" he said smirking at me.

I picked up one of the pillow off the couch and threw it at him. "No it's not!"

"Okay my bad! So what the hell are you going to do?"

"How the fuck should I know?" I answered him frustrated as hell. "you wouldn't happen to have a spare wife and kid around, would you?"

He chuckled. "Yeah, I run home and pull one out of my closet for you."

I couldn't help but laugh as I fell back onto the couch, ,Kendall was always the one who could get me to calm down enough, so that I could actually think.

"Seriously though, what am I going to do?" I asked, hoping that he would have a solution.

"Well you have two options. You can either tell the 'rents the truth or you could hire a fake family." he answers, laughing at his last suggestion.

I thought for a minute... that could work.

"Do you really think I could do that?" I asked him.

"Tell Mom and Dad the truth?" he asked confused.

"Hell No! I meant hire someone to pretend to be my wife and kid." I told him in all seriousness.

"Logan I was joking!" he exclaimed, looking at me like I had suddenly sprouted a second head.

"I know you were; but I'm being serious. Could I do that?" I asked him.

"Dude that's crazy! There is no way in hell you can be serious about this. You can't hire someone to pretend to be your family." he yelled at me.

"Why not? I have the money, I have the space, and plus it would only be for a few day. What could it hurt?" I asked him.

"Well first of all, Mom and Dad aren't going to be here for just a few days. They wanted to spend a few months here, with us. A year to be exact!" Kendall told me.

"What? What the hell do you mean a year?" I shouted at him.

"A year, as in 12 months, 52 weeks, 365 days. The amount of time it takes the Earth to make a full rotation around the sun." he yelled back.

"I know what the hell a year is Kendall. Why the hell are they going to be here that long?" I asked him, trying to make sense out of my parents decisions.

"I told you, they said they missed us and wanted to spend some time with us." he told me calmly.

"Bullshit! This is mom and dad we're talking about here. Since when have they actually wanted to spend time with us? This is probably just another way for them to critique our lives." I told him, trying to calm myself.

"I'm with you on that, but there's nothing we can do about it. It's not like we can tell them they can't come, I mean they are our parents." he told me. "Anyway if you are serious about this whole fake family thing then we better get started."

"Yeah except the problem is we have no idea where to start," I reminded him.

"Oh come on, there are struggling actors all over this state, who need the money. All we have to do is put out an ad in the paper and post something online, and just wait to see who responds." he answers.

"You might be right, for once; but..." I was cut off by my pager going off. "I have to get back to the E.R. I'm on graveyard tomorrow, so just stop by my place after work and we can figure the rest of this shit out then." I told him as we walked out of the break room.

"Alright! I need to get home and get some sleep anyway, I have a meeting early tomorrow. Love ya lil bro!" he said smirking at me.

"Dude you're only ten minutes older than me!" I remind him. "And yeah love ya, too!" I said before heading back to the E.R. for a night, that will hopefully take my mind off the horrors that are sure to come.

BTRocks! BTRocks! BTRocks! BTRocks! BTRocks! BTRocks! BTRocks! BTRocks!

A/N: I hope you guys like it! I know absolutely nothing about being a nurse or doctor, so if anything that I write is wrong than sorry! I'm really interested in rather you guys think I should continue posting this story or just keep it to myself. So drop me a review and state your opinion.

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