A/N: Hey, I'm back! I know I said this was going to be a one shot, but, if you remember correctly, I pondered continuing it. So, here I am! I hope I fulfill your story expectations.

Dedicated to Queen of the Elven City

Thanks for being my fan when I thought everybody else forgot about me. Thanks!

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Shawn awoke from his deep and heavy slumber, groggily yawning and trying to wipe the sleep from his eyes. It seemed to him to be ages since he had such a pleasant rest. One would blame it on the fact that once you've cry as hard as he did you're body needs to wind down quicker than usual, but Shawn was positive that it had to do with the weight that was finally lifted from his mind. He didn't have to trouble himself anymore about what he was going to do about the center, what new 4400 would come around begging for money, or what Matthew would try to manipulate him into doing the next day. No, that burden was brought into the very capable hands of Mr. Jordan Collier. The healer grinned into his pillow at the thought of the manifestation of his dream. He had to pinch himself when he reflected on the older man. It was just utter madness that he would raise from the dead! Shawn knew of some weirdoes out there that worshipped his mentor, but he never considered him to be this Jesus-like.

At that moment, the entrance door of the large suite opened unveiling the tall form of Jordan. The man, clad in a soft green dress shirt and dark pinstripe suit, carried a laden tray inside, smiling down at Shawn. He walked over to the provisional cot and wordlessly set the tray down on the glass side table.

"Well, the maids here are certainly getting better clothes," Shawn joked, mirth warming his eyes.

Jordan smiled slightly and removed the cover on the tray, revealing a steaming bowl of brownish soup with deformed lumps in it. At least, that's what Shawn thought it resembled.

"I thought you might be hungry," Jordan said cheerfully.

"So you brought me the heated juice and spare sludge from the garbage disposal?" he asked, staring disgustedly at the bowl on the tray. "Surely the center hasn't gotten so messed up that they don't have any edible food."

Jordan smiled again.

"The center isn't messed up, Shawn." The older man replied. "And you need to eat. You look so skinny, when was the last time you actually digested something?"

Shawn's eyes cast downward as the memories of his constant vomiting flooded his brain. The moment he got anything down his throat these past few weeks was immediately brought up with much gagging and shuddering Shawn might add.

The young man looked up into Jordan's eyes. The entire time the resurrected man had been back he held that furtively concerned look in his eye that gave Shawn a bizarre feeling on his insides. The feeling seemed to be a cross between happiness that Jordan was actually there giving him looks and speculation because the young man wasn't certain what the older man meant by them. Shawn smiled.

"You sound like my grandma." He pointed out, chuckling softly as to not disturb his still aching body.

Jordan's concerned look flickered when he heard the reply. He was beginning to grow impatient with Shawn's repartee.

"I will repeat my question," Jordan warned. "When was the last time you digested something?"

The same guilty look crossed the younger man's face.

"I don't remember," Shawn finally admitted quietly. "I've either barfed up the whole meal or I haven't had enough strength to even get to it."

Jordan sighed. It was no wonder he was so thin.

"That's a perfect explanation why you should be eating this, even if it isn't the most appetizing of sorts…" Jordan replied, lifting the tray and setting it in front of Shawn. "As far as your upset stomach goes, I know where some soothing complex is, I'll just ask some one to get it." With that, he exited through the heavy door, leaving Shawn to his dealing.

The young man stared after Jordan, wondering if he was supposed to eat then take the pill or vice-versa. A small growl from his stomach seemed to like the former. Shawn apprehensively picked up the spoon to his right and took a few quick intakes of breaths before dipping the spoon into the thick liquid. He sipped at the soup, it wasn't too bad, and it wasn't as dreadful as the last soup one of the girls brought up. It could use some salt though, and lemon, Shawn liked lemon with-before Shawn could appraise the soup further, a grumbling from his stomach erupted. Oh crap, why is food always trying to murder my insides? The all-too familiar vomit pressed and pushed to escape the confines of the young man's mouth. Shawn fought it for as long as he could but when a third fierce gag came up so did his short-lived lunch. After retching to his side for a few more minutes, Shawn opened his eyes calmly; he then shuddered harshly at the muddle before him. The vomit lay in a runny, chunky mess on the beige carpet. Right then, Shawn didn't care if the president saw the stuff, that last heaving cost him the rest of his strength. The young man fell back into his pillows and gradually faded into darkness.

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The gloom steadily paled into the midday sun as Shawn began to regain consciousness. Who wouldn't be waking up at that booming voice, constantly calling his god-forsaken name? It was only moments later that Shawn realized that it was Jordan's voice, anxious and bothered, rudely waking him from his pleasant slumber.

The young man blearily opened his eyes, only to have them burned by the intensely bright glow of the room. Shawn quickly and tightly closed his eyes, hiding them in the comfortable embrace of his pillows.

"Are you alright, Shawn?" Jordan asked, forcing the young man's head to face him and unpeeling his forcefully closed eyelid.

"Ahhh," Shawn responded, hurriedly placing his head back into the cushion.

"No, dilation, I suppose you fine." Jordan muttered mechanically. With that, he walked away to retrieve the pills he had dropped before upon seeing Shawn's sprawled body and vomit on the floor.

"Kasey, I need a clean up to the master suite right away," The older man said into an intercom set on the wall. "Thank you."

Jordan ambled over to where Shawn was, lounging on the long couch, breathing heavily.

He handed the healer the pills and a glass of water. He took the pills and cup in trembling hands, before swallowing.

"Thanks," he replied instinctively, collapsing back into the bed.

There was a silence. Shawn lounged quietly on the sofa, eyes closed, panting. Jordan studied him with a light worried expression, reflecting.

"Let's go for a walk," Jordan said resolutely, breaking the silence.

Shawn peaked open an eye, staring warily at Jordan. He cleared his throat.

"Have you given any thought to my current condition?" he asked, fully closing his eyes once again, his only thoughts being on his erratic breathing and the crazy older man.

"I just think it would be… nice, don't you?" A hopeful look was in his eyes. "I assume you must have been cooped up in this room for some time. You must have at least a slight case of cabin fever."

"I only stay in here because it's the sensible thing for my getting better. Nobody's forcing me." Shawn defended weakly. "I-"

"Even so, some fresh air would be a nice change." Jordan interrupted, walking towards the entrance, deliberately ignoring the younger man's protests. "It'll give some time for that complex to kick in, and then you can eat something for a change…"

"But I-" the door snapped shut, leaving behind a very peeved Shawn.

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"Ah, this is nice," Jordan stated, pushing effortlessly a wheelchair which held a grumpy looking Shawn. They strolled casually through the many pathways of the center's garden, the older man admiring the scenery. "It takes only a few flowers to take all my worries away."

Shawn rolled his eyes and went back to looking sullen. He wanted to go to bed or eat something. Being pushed around in a garden was not in the arrangement. Sure, he was happy that Jordan was back, overjoyed actually, but if anything got in his way between his beloved sleep and precious food they became his mortal enemies.

He placed his arm on the side rest and eased his head into his hand. If he couldn't sleep inside he might as well do it here.

"So, what's been going while I've been gone?" Jordan asked, alerting Shawn out of his doze.

Shawn groaned but kept quiet. He wasn't going to answer him, he was tired and ailing ergo he had every right not to.

"Please, Shawn, grow up and answer me?" Jordan said, still unceremoniously pushing the wheelchair.

Shawn glared up at the man who continued not to notice.

"Don't you have 'people' who fill you in on that kind of stuff?" Shawn mumbled.

"I do," Jordan nodded. "But none that I trust more than you,"

Shawn sighed. Lay on the guilt then, why don't you?

"There's been a lot of buzz about who your killer is," Shawn said, picking at the chair's armrest.

"You mean they never found out who it was?"

Oh crap, I forgot… Why am I always the one to open their big mouths?

"Well-that is…" Shawn stuttered. He was at a loss for words. If he told Jordan that it was Kyle, his own cousin, he didn't know how he would react. He would be finding out eventually, but did Shawn really want to be there when that happened? Shawn's brain contemplated over more baffling questions.

The young man hadn't even noticed that Jordan had stopped his pushing of the chair and was now humming a soft tune, picking out an attractive lily from a nearby shrub.

Shawn looked up in surprise, actually mustering up the courage to dictate what he knew to the older man.

"It's okay," Jordan said, causing Shawn's last bit of audacity to flicker from his eyes. "I'm sure when the time comes for me to hear about it, I'll hear about it. It won't be from you." He finished, patting the healer's shoulder.

Shawn let out the breath he hadn't known he was holding and smiled gratefully.

Jordan looked at his watch.

"Okay, I suppose we've wasted enough time picking at the plants. Let's go get something to eat, shall we?" Jordan said, turning the chair in the opposite direction.

"I know this may not be fair since I couldn't answer yours, but I have a question for you…" Shawn said, breaking the once soothing silence.

"Okay."

"What do you know exactly so far?" a beat, "I-I'm just curious, I guess…"

Jordan played with a thoughtful expression on his face.

"Well, I know Matthew has been helping you somewhat, as I had originally asked him too… I know I died and my return here is being highly buzzed about, and I know there are close to a hundred people probably taking a picture of me at this very moment."

He smiled smugly.

Shawn scowled, that wasn't the answer he was looking for…

"Nah, ah, ah, Shawn." Jordan chastised at the young man's look. "I don't think that face would look good on tomorrow's cover of the National Enquirer, now would it?"

He rolled his eyes but laughed a little as they made their way inside the center.

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After a wholly filling lunch, the two 4400's made their way back to the suite. Shawn's eyelids felt so heavy. He thought he was tired before, but after such a substantial meal, he felt he could fall anywhere and be totally at peace in slumber. It was a good thing he was in a wheelchair because there was no doubt Shawn would eventually have to be dragged into the room by Jordan.

Jordan wheeled Shawn inside the large room and then walked over to his office to the kitchen answering machine to check his messages.

"I expect you can walk the rest of the way to your bed." He yelled behind his shoulder.

Shawn groaned. Did crawling count? Shawn got out of the chair on unsteady legs, slowly making his way to the makeshift bed he had gotten used to sleeping in.

He collapsed onto the sofa. God he had never been so tired in his life. He closed his eyes and listened to the peaceful silence of the room.

Beeeep "Hi Jordan," the voice of Matthew filled the serene hush. Shawn groaned. He heard enough of that voice through the week; did that man have to haunt him in his dreams too? "This is Ross. Did I tell you how great it is your back?"

Jordan droned out the annoying voice for a moment. He was listening with an even expression on his face in the comfort of his recliner.

"I'm sure you're so happy, Matthew…" Jordan mumbled sarcastically, knowing that his hired helper was as power hungry as a geek with no batteries for his electronics.

"I need to ask you something though," Here it comes… "As you can see by the big mob of rabid extremists and curious citizens just outside your window, we'll have to give these people something soon. I set up a live press conference for you tonight, CNN, CSPAN, blah, blah, blah, they're all going to be there. Anyway, it's starts at 6pm. Have a speech ready by then; we'll be answering questions afterwards. Okay, gotta run. The designers just came in. Thanks a lot, 'bye." Beeeep "No new messages"

Jordan closed his eyes and sighed. Well, he'd only been back for a day and he already had his work cut out for him. He glanced at the clock. 5:13. He had to write a moving speech about his resurrection in less than thirty minutes. This could be a little difficult.

He turned his head to where Shawn was; the young man had his eyes open and was staring at his worriedly. He sat up with some difficulty, and asked:

"What are you going to do?"

Jordan shrugged.

"I guess start writing it."

Shawn shook his head and smiled.

"Matthew is such a-"

"Shawn…" Jordan warned.

"What? He is." The young man defended.

Jordan gave a frowny-looking smile and walked over to his office.

"You look tired." The older man said before closing the door.

"Way to point out the obvious…" Shawn mumbled. With that he fell back into his bed, falling into a much-needed sleep the moment his head hit the pillows.

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"Shawn… Shawn, wake up," the young man reluctantly complied with the voice and gained his consciousness. He blinked his eyes at the ceiling until most of the bleariness receded. He turned his head to see Jordan straightening his tie and smoothing down his dark blue suit.

"You look good," Shawn said groggily. "What time is it?"

"6:10" Jordan said casually.

This quickly caught Shawn's attention.

"Six ten? As in PM?"

"I don't recall letting you sleep almost thirteen hours…"

"Aren't you late for the big press conference though? You can't just postpone something like that!" Shawn was sitting up now, getting agitated.

"Calm down, Shawn." Jordan replied consistently. "I'm just going to be a bit late, I already informed Matthew, he's working it out. But I need to leave now are there may be some problems. I'm off."

Shawn was just about to lie back into his bed when it suddenly hit him.

"Wait, aren't I coming too?" Shawn asked puzzled.

Jordan swiftly placed a hand on the young man's forehead.

"Nope," he said, removing it and picking up his portfolio from the side table.

"But when am I ever going to see an event like this again?" Shawn said persistently.

"With TiVo, like the other millions of people," Jordan said, turning around from placing his hand on the doorknob.

"But-"

"Make sure you ask Casey for an Advil for that fever," Jordan said just as the door clicked close.

Shawn looked in disappointment at the door but he quickly got over it and beamed. Even though he was missing a monumental speech, he was happy knowing that it was about the man he missed so dearly before. Shawn really was the luckiest person in the world. Nobody could ever wish so much for a person to rise from the dead and actually have it happen. This type of stuff only happened in fairy tales. Shawn thanked the 4400 gods for this once in a lifetime gift. Without those gods, he would probably never even know who the man downstairs was.

Shawn unsteadily got to his feet and walked shakily to the living room couch. He grabbed the remote and turned on the flat screen before him. The glowing screen came to life before him as he flipped through the channels. He landed on the channel with the broadcast on it, and got comfortable.

A faint roar of applause made their way to Shawn. It was coming from underneath Shawn so he assumed the meeting was starting. A few moments later the same thing was heard on the screen of the television as Mr. Jordan Collier entered the scene.

Shawn smiled at the screen and switched off the television. He was sure Jordan would tell him about it when he was done. Shawn would have to tell him a few things himself sooner or later. For now he was content just knowing Jordan was there. Unless somebody pulled a stunt like possessed-Kyle's again.

That thought in mind, Shawn quickly switched on the TV, watching the man on the stage like a hawk. Jordan would still have to tell him what he said in that speech that night because the young man upstairs was too preoccupied with scrutinizing the screen.

A/N: My sister's rushing me so I'm just going to say, leave a review! If you want me to update you'll have to give me ideas, my idea well has run dry at the moment… Thank you!