AN: Wow! Thanks for the awesome reviews! You guys are amazing! And...you talked me into it. This is Juliet's POV of finding Shawn (had to do it), but the next few chapters will be from Henry and Shawn's POV.

He wouldn't stop smiling at her.

He was in pain she couldn't even begin to imagine, had gone through horrors that she didn't even want to know about, and he was smiling at her.

She thought he was dead. So did Lassiter. He had just been gone for too long for them to hold out hope.

Fourteen days. He had been missing for two weeks. Two weeks, and they had had no idea where to look for him. They never thought they would find him in that factory. But they had. And he wouldn't stop smiling that bright smile.

She had been shocked, when she entered the room. This figure looked nothing like Shawn. He was too pale, too thin, too bruised. If she hadn't seen his eyes, she might not have been sure it was him.

But then he had closed his eyes and refused to look at them again.

She had thought he was slipping away from them, and she couldn't begin to describe the panic that had coursed through her body at the thought that they hadn't gotten to him in time. That he had been able to hold on just long enough to see his rescuers, but not be rescued.

She underestimated him. He was much stronger than she thought.

His face had shown little emotion up to that point. His eyes weren't sparkling or mischievous, his lips weren't smiling. He was just…existing. But she had seen a new resolve in him, grim and intense, when he reopened his eyes. She was so relieved that he had responded that she had reached out to touch him, not even thinking it would bother him. Why hadn't she realized that all of the hands that had reached out for him in the last two weeks had done so to hurt him? That a hand moving towards him now meant intense pain, not comfort?

But then, she truly wondered if that was why he had flinched, after seeing his reaction to Lassiter's comment. His face showed the first hint of a spark, when he had rolled his eyes. Lassiter was relieved and so was Juliet. It was a start.

Her heart stopped when he slowly reached his hand to her face, the trembling causing a stab of sorrow in her. She froze, letting him be the one to decide when to close the distance. Her heart started once more, when she saw a small smile cross his face. And then, when he burst into a full smile, Juliet was hard-pressed to keep the tears in check. She knew his reaction had gotten to Lassiter, as well. Because Shawn was smiling like every wish of his had come true, like this was the best day of his life…like nothing was wrong with him.

All too quickly, the paramedics were shoving their way between them, and Juliet was covering her mouth in horror. She was pleading with them to be careful, begging them to be, her words mixing with Lassiter's, because Shawn was in agony. She had never seen his face twist like that, nor did she ever want to again. Finally, the paramedics removed their hands and his face relaxed slightly into worry. His hand was reaching and Juliet knew exactly what he was asking. She fit her hand in his. And he smiled again, all traces of the previous agony disappearing. Oh, Shawn.

She knew the paramedics were asking questions that Lassiter was trying to answer, but it wasn't enough. "Shawn? I need you to do me a favor." His piercing green eyes met hers as he nodded, and Juliet continued. "I need you to answer some of their questions. They need to know how to treat you…" She stopped when she identified his expression. Sorrow? He shook his head, pointing to his throat. When she saw it, anger rushed through her swiftly; it was hard for her to control herself when she told Lassiter what was wrong. Lassiter couldn't control himself. It really was a good thing that Buzz was there.

Returning her attention to Shawn, she saw him smirk in amusement.

They were moving outside; and watching him, she swore he was trying to talk to her. He was so excited to see the sky that Juliet couldn't help but enjoy his enthusiasm. He may not be able to speak because of that…monster, but he was still telling them that he would be okay. And Juliet was starting to believe that maybe he would be.

Until she saw him in the ambulance after the paramedic cut off his shirt; until she heard the paramedic's incredulous comment.

And then Shawn rolled his eyes at the man and held out his hand to Juliet. She couldn't do it. She couldn't climb in there and hold it together. She was perilously close to breaking down. But Shawn needed her, and after Lassiter squeezed her hand, Juliet took a deep breath and climbed in. She grabbed Shawn's hand, not even noticing the tear that had escaped. But Shawn did. He reached up and wiped it away.

And he smiled.

She grabbed his hand as it fell, noticing that he had passed out. She clasped it tightly in both of her hands and rested her forehead against it, unable to prevent the next tears that landed on his hand.

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