Camp Rock 4: MIA

The sequel to the sequel Camp Rock 3: Changes, which was a sequel to Camp Rock 2: Summer Love. You may want to read those first to catch up to date with this story.

Please note: This is a pure fluff story. It will probably be totally different, but hopefully still good, then my other CR stories. I hope you still like it, though! I've had these ideas for weeks now. And YES Tommy comes back for REVENGE MUAHAHAHAHAHA!

Mitchie Torres opened her eyes. She was back in her room at home, free from the hospital at last.

But not completely, 100 well yet.

Her throat felt like sandpaper. She coughed and reached for the water glass at her bedside.

Someone snatched it and handed it to her. "Sit up," a voice commanded.

Mitchie weakly struggled to a sitting position. A strong arm wound around her, holding her up. She took the cup and drank deeply.

"You need some medicine for your throat?" Shane Gray asked her.

Mitchie smiled at her boyfriend. "I'll get it," she whispered hoarsely. "The doctor said I should be better soon, so I figure I better get used to walking again." She threw the sheets back and stretched.

Shane's throat tightened as the sleeves of Mitchie's pajama's slid down her arms, revealing a nasty burn along her left arm.

He swallowed hard. The mark would be there forever, a token reminding them both of the horrible fire.

The fire that would have ended Shane's life, if not for Mitchie. Even so, she'd almost died as well, after catching on fire briefly and inhaling the toxic fumes.

The burn on Mitchie's arm stretched from her wrist, to her shoulder, down her back and around to her stomach, like some kind of sickening sash of skin. He knew exactly where it went. It was painful to know such things.

He blamed himself for Mitchie's burns, every cut on her.

Shane also had his share of burns. The smoke had confused him so much that he'd collapsed. His hair was considerably shorter, as was Mitchie's; his knee was burned and all over his body were tiny burns, where burning debris had fallen on him.

But Mitchie had been the one to go through flames, risking her life to save his.



Mitchie walked slowly to the medicine cabinet in her bathroom. She took out the container and glanced at herself in the mirror.

"Ugh," she said. "I look horrible."

Shane gently took the container from her, opened it, and poured the liquid into the little cup. "How do you feel?" he asked.

Mitchie drank the medicine and sighed. "Not too great," she admitted. "My head feels empty."

"Like Jason's?"

"Worse." She smiled at Shane. He smiled back.

"Well, then we know exactly how sick you are." His face turned to faux horror. "Call an ambulance."

Mitchie rolled her eyes and started to make her way back to her bed, but suddenly felt dizzy. She stumbled. "Shane…?"

Sane darted forward and grabbed her. "I got you, I got you," he assured her in her ear. "Come on." He picked her up and laid her back in bed, tucking her in.

"Drink more water," he said.

Someone knocked on the door of Mitchie's room. "Dude, let us in!" Nate called.

Shane opened the door and let in Nate and his girlfriend, Caitlynn.

"How ya doing, Mitchie?" Caitlynn asked, sitting on the bed.

"Better," Mitchie replied. "My throat is killing me, though."

"Did you take medicine?"

"Yes and she almost fainted," Shane interjected, kneeling next to Mitchie and playing with her hair. "You okay now?"

Mitchie glared at him. "Fine," she said. "You're so overprotective."

"I owe you," Shane said softly.

Caitlynn and Nate groaned. "Here we go," Nate sighed.

"How many times do I have to tell you?" Mitchie asked patiently. "I don't blame you and it's not your fault. Stop tearing yourself up."

Uh oh. Did she see the cut marks on his wrist? He tried to inconspicuously move his hand, but Mitchie caught it. She glanced at his wrist and gasped.



She sat bolt upright. "SHANE ANDREW GRAY, YOU STOP CUTTING YOUSELF THIS INSTANT!" she screamed.

The outburst left her gasping, choking and coughing.

"Water!" Nate said frantically, grabbing it and handing it to her. She snatched it and drank for a long time. Shane looked down at the blanket, ashamed.

Mitchie recovered quickly, gasping slightly. "So there."

Nate and Caitlynn gasped. Shane's head snapped up.

Mitchie's voice hadn't sounded hoarse anymore!

"Say something else," Caitlynn prompted.

Mitchie glared at Shane. "Gladly. Shane, give me the knife," she said in her clear voice.

Shane almost smiled, sighed, and reached into his pocket. He carefully placed the pocketknife his uncle Brown had given him into her waiting hand.

She promptly handed it to Caitlynn. "Throw it out the window," she said before settling back down.

Caitlynn shrugged. "Okay." She walked to the window and opened it. Then she opened the knife and aimed it at the big tree in the front yard of Mitchie's house. She threw it, hard. It whistled through the air and embedded itself in the trunk of the tree, right above Jason's head, where he was reading a book.

Nate whistled. "Nice," he said appreciatively.

Jason reached up and yanked the knife from the tree. He looked at it, then up at the open window.

"I think you guys lost something!" he called. Glancing at the knife again, he shrugged and put it beside him in the grass before returning to his book, Building the Average Birdhouse.

He was on chapter ten.

Nate, Shane, and Caitlynn burst into laughter. Mitchie chuckled.

"I didn't mean that literally," she said. She realized what her voice sounded like, and laughed. "I guess yelling at Shane is all my throat needed."

"You're welcome," Shane said, wrapping his arms around her.

She glared sideways at him. "I'm still mad at you," she warned.

He pulled away, eyes wide. She smiled and sat up.

"Okay, now I'm not!" she announced before wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him. Shane returned it.



After a minute, Nate cleared his throat. "Uh, yeah," he said. "We're still in the room, people!"

Shane leaned his forehead against Mitchie's. "Yeah, that's okay," he said distractedly. "You can leave."

"How thoughtful," Nate said wryly. "Come on, Cait." He left with Caitlynn right behind him, shaking her head.

"Thank you," Mitchie said after the door closed.

"You're welcome," Shane repeated.

"I love you."

"I love you."

"I'm going to make you a promise," Mitchie said, staring straight at him.

"What?"

"I am never going to lie to you again. Or leave you. I promise," she whispered.

He smiled. "I promise the same."

They sealed it with another kiss, then hugged each other.

"Promise," they whispered.