A/N: Thanks so much for the response on the first part. I hope you enjoy this part too!

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The first sensation he became aware of was that his head was pounding. It was like a march of angry little marshmallows that were all bounce around on the inside of his skull. He unsuccessfully held back a groan.

"Shawn?" That was Gus, he was quite sure of that. "Shawn, are you awake?"

Shawn's first reaction was to say, "no", but refrained from doing so because right now he was trying to simply open his eyes.

"Shawn!" Gus hissed again.

"Not so loud," Shawn mumbled as he slowly opened his eyes.

It appeared he and his friend was shut in a room of some kind that had most definitely seen better days. There was a table and chair in one end of the room, covered in a thick layer of dust, as well as the chair's legs being entwined in cobwebs, enlightened by a single light bulb hanging from the ceiling. There were shelves lining another wall with too many items covered in dust for Shawn to even want to identify. The simple matter at the moment of turning his head around was enough; he didn't need to make the situation any harder for himself.

Gus had been sitting a few feet away from him, but upon noticing his friend was awake he scurried over to him.

"Shawn," he said rather frantically, "are you alright?"

Shawn mulled the question over for a moment.

"Yeah," he muttered finally.

"You're an idiot," Gus said as he helped Shawn sit more upright, though the movement caused the room to sway a little bit.

"Gus," Shawn whined as he brought a hand up to his head.

"Come on, you should sit up against the wall instead."

Shawn mumbled his agreement and with Gus's help, got shakily to his feet. This had been a really, really bad idea. He groaned in relief when he felt the wall behind his back and he slid down to sit on the floor, closing his eyes momentarily.

"What happened?" Shawn asked when he opened his eyes again to look at Gus who had sat down next to him.

"You got pistol whipped," Gus said with a nod towards Shawn's head, "and then they took us to the basement and locked us in. I told you this was a bad idea."

"You did indeed," Shawn agreed because he couldn't honestly deny that Gus had been right. "Gus? You okay?"

"Yes, I'm fine, Shawn, because I didn't annoy the bad guys. I told you to stop intimidating him."

"I wasn't intimidating him, Gus; I was stating a simple fact."

"You were intimidating him, Shawn. That bruise on the side of your face is proof of that."

"I have a bruise on the side of my face?" That would explain Gus's nod towards his head earlier.

"Yes, you do, Shawn."

"Sweet," Shawn mumbled.

"What? This is not sweet, Shawn."

"Cool?"

"No, it's not cool either."

"Dude, help me out here, you're shooting down everything I'm coming up with."

"It's bad, Shawn! We've been kidnapped! Nobody knows where we are! We are probably going to die –"

"Gus, don't be a dried out saltine. How do you know I don't have a plan?"

Gus took a deep breath at that.

"So, what's the plan?"

"Beside the point, Gus. That's not the main matter of this issue."

"How is that not the main matter of this issue, Shawn?" Gus hissed, clearly growing agitated. Shawn decided that maybe it would be a good idea to figure a way out of this mess.

"Do you have your phone?" Shawn asked.

"They took our cell phones," Gus said sullenly.

"Well, they are robburderers."

"I will kill you, Shawn."

"Dude, that's like twice in one day," Shawn mumbled as he closed his eyes again.

"Yes, it's twice in one day, Shawn, because you keep getting us in these situations," Gus said quickly. Almost too quickly for Shawn to catch up.

"What happened?"

"You asked that already, Shawn," Gus said, and Shawn noted that he actually sounded worried.

What was it Gus had just said? He had already asked that…oh, yes, that's right he had. Silly him.

"I couldn't agree more," Gus mumbled. Had Shawn just said all that out loud? "Shawn, will you stop mumbling."

"I'm not mumbling."

"Yes, you are."

"No, I'm not."

"Fine!"

"Good, I'm glad we got that sorted out."

"Shawn…"

"You want to kill me again, don't you?" Shawn asked as he turned his head to look at Gus. His friend's look said it all. Shawn sighed before continuing, "Look, Gus, I'm sorry I got us in this mess, I should have listened to you."

"Damn straight you should," Gus answered clearly satisfied now that Shawn had admitted that he had been wrong.

"What do we do now?" Shawn asked as he looked towards the door leading out of the basement.

"I already checked the door and even the walls. I don't think there is another way out of here," Gus said, a certain note of self-satisfaction creeping into his voice.

"Dude, you are really proud of yourself, aren't you?" Shawn said with a slow grin.

"You are in no position to insult me, Shawn," Gus said nonchalantly, "I had to carry your ass down here."

"Wait…you carried me down here?" Shawn asked incredulously.

"How else did you think you got here?" Gus questioned.

"I don't know," Shawn mumbled as he pinched his eyes shot as another marshmallow took a massive bounce.

"You okay, Shawn?" Gus asked, not even bothering to attempt to hide his concern for his friend.

"Super," Shawn managed to get out through clenched teeth. Damn the bouncing marshmallows.

"Shawn," Gus said again. He sounded closer this time and Shawn actually yelped when he opened his eyes again to find Gus's face inches from his own.

"Gus! Stop invading my bubble."

"Stop trying to freak me out then." Gus returned though he still eyed Shawn with that worried look.

"I'm better now," Shawn said quietly, though he was unsure if it was to assure Gus or himself. Truthfully, yes, the marshmallows had decided to quiet down for the time being, which Shawn was eternally grateful for.

Shawn sniggered.

"Oh no, Shawn, no, you can't seriously find anything funny about this situation," Gus said seriously.

"Just thinking about marshmallows and green aliens," Shawn said with a grin.

"Marshmallows…?"

"And green aliens, yes."

"Shawn, you are insane."

Shawn could not really argue about that. He opted to take another look around the basement to see if, by any chance, Gus had missed something. Using the wall for support he pushed himself to his feet, batting Gus's hands away when he tried to help. He was pretty sure Gus was talking, but at the moment he did not even want to attempt to decipher it. What mattered at the moment was finding a way out of the trouble he had caused. Yes, he felt guilty. He was actually quite glad that at least he had been the one to get pistol whipped, not Gus, because that would just not have been fun for the guilt-o-meter.

He stumbled along the slightly before he got his feet more under himself. He blinked a few times to get the room to settle and once it did he only hoped that the marshmallows were not planning a comeback.

Sure enough the door leading out of the basement was locked. He figured as much considering Gus had already tried that. He rammed his shoulder into it once, but hissed loudly at the pain that erupted in his shoulder and decided not to do that again. It looked so simple in movies when they did that. Occasionally the real world sucked.

"I tried that already," Gus piped up from somewhere behind Shawn.

"You could never know if you had loosened it," Shawn replied as he crouched down to study the key hole. "Hey, have you got a screwdriver?"

"No, Shawn, I don't have a screwdriver, because, you know what, I don't carry screwdrivers around with me," Gus retaliated as calmly as he possibly could. It would do Shawn's head no good if he started yelling at him.

"We should seriously start carrying one with us; it might come in handy," Shawn said as he pushed the key hole with a finger.

"You are not E.T."

"Really? You know, I was sure at one point that I simply had to be from another planet."

"Is that so?"

Shawn grunted in affirmative as he once again pocked the lock. Gus considered starting Lamaze breathing.

"Do you think there is something in here that could be used to open this lock?" Shawn asked as he turned around to look at Gus while gesturing to the shelves aligning the walls.

"Now you're talking," Gus said with a grin, clearly hopeful for the first time that day that Shawn had some vague idea of what they were doing.

They both made their way over to the shelves, Shawn mover at a slightly slower pace than Gus. Shawn started from one end of the shelves and Gus from the other as they rooted through the various dust covered items. Shawn knew Gus had to be desperate to get out of their little prison because not once did his friend complain about the dust that happily settled on his clothes.

Shawn dug his hand into a box and started rummaging around, hoping that something would come up.

"You got anything?" Gus asked anxiously.

"Not yet," Shawn answered as he plunged his hand into another small box.

"Hey," Gus said, a hopeful tone colouring his voice, "would scissors work?"

"Gus, you're a genius!" Shawn exclaimed happily as he rushed (as fast as he could) to Gus's side, pleased to note the smug look that was plastered on his friend's face.

Gus handed Shawn the scissors and the two quickly made their way back to the door.

"Now what?" Gus asked when Shawn merely held the scissors and made no move to put them anywhere near the lock.

"Right," Shawn mumbled as he hastily shoved the scissors into the keyhole and started wriggling them about.

Nothing happened.

"Huh…" Shawn sighed as he crouched down in front of the door, glaring at in the hope that it would understand that he was growing increasingly annoyed with it.

"It didn't work," Gus stated and Shawn had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from retorting, "try again."

Shawn obediently – those two words in the same sentence, really? – did as he was told and stuck the scissors back into the keyhole.

Same result.

"I'll go look for something else," Gus said as he turned around and hurried back to the shelves, "you keep working there."

Shawn merely nodded in agreement but stopped quickly when the marshmallows threatened their return. Once again he stuck the scissors back into the keyhole with a little more force this time and grimaced with the effort of trying to unlock the door. This was getting ridiculous.

"How're you doing over there?" Gus called from the shelves behind Shawn.

"Not very well," Shawn admitted as he tried pushing the scissors upwards in the lock in an attempt to loosen it.

"Keep trying," Gus encouraged and Shawn heard him pulling stuff down from the shelves.

It was now that Shawn realised that Gus had stopped sounding annoyed or angry with him and it actually scared him. Well, not scared him, obviously, but maybe worried him a little, tiny, miniscule bit.

"Gus, are you okay?" Shawn asked as he paused in his efforts to unlock the door.

"Yeah, Shawn, I told you," Gus replied offhandedly, "I'm fine, it's you I'm worried about."

Ah, that explained the change in his friend's behaviour.

Shawn stuck the scissors back into the lock.

And heard a click.

"Gus?"

"Yeah?"

"I think I got it," Shawn said, though his head hurt a little too much for him to force any excitement into his voice.

Gus practically ran over and almost fell over as he stopped abruptly next to Shawn. He stretched a hand out and turned the door handle. The door swung open with a slight creak.

"Great, Shawn," Gus whispered excitedly, "come on."

Gus peeked out of the door and up at the wooden stairs leading out of the basement. The stairwell looked disgustingly dark being shut between two walls and two doors.

Shawn pushed himself to his feet and followed Gus out of the door, keeping a tight hold on the scissors.

"Whoa, hold up," Shawn whispered when he heard a creak from the floorboards above them.

Gus stopped immediately and they both stood as frozen as they listened to the muffled voices above them. No words could be made out but by the sounds of it, it was still just Robby and Wyatt up there. Shawn seriously hoped there weren't any more of them.

"Let's go," Shawn urged on as quietly as he could, "stealth mode."

The two shared a knowing look before quietly moving forwards up the stairs, both being careful about potential creaky steps. Growing up trying to sneak out of the house did not come without its prizes.

By the time they reached the door on the landing Shawn's head was pounding from staying upright so long and attempting to listen avidly for the voices of their robburderers. He blinked rapidly a few times to clear the fog that had started to form in front of his vision, grateful that it actually worked.

"On three," Gus whispered as he looked back at Shawn.

"On three, what?" Shawn asked quietly.

"Now is not the time to play games, Shawn," Gus snapped.

"I know that, man, but I don't know what the plan is," Shawn whispered.

"The plan is to get out of this house."

"So you're just going to run out screaming like a little girl as soon as you go through that door? I'm sure that won't raise any suspicion," Shawn murmured sarcastically.

"I don't scream like a little girl, Shawn," Gus hissed at him.

Shawn was vaguely aware that this argument was getting ridiculous.

"Gus! Stealth mode," Shawn repeated from earlier, hoping to finally get them away from the staircase.

Gus glared at him but seemed to come to the conclusion that perhaps Shawn was right this time. Definitely not at any other time of the day, but at this moment it did seem as if Shawn could possible be right.

"Okay, on three," Gus said again, though this time Shawn at least had a vague idea of what they were going to do once the door opened; but that still left one problem.

"Do we go on three, or just after three?" Shawn asked with a puzzled look at Gus. Gus closed his eyes and took a deep breath, and for one horrifying moment Shawn thought he was going to start Lamaze breathing.

"Just go when I open the door," Gus said once he seemed to had resisted the urge to throttle Shawn. "Okay…one…two…three."

Gus eased the door open, and in a very impressive stealth-like manner peeked around the doorframe. Apparently satisfied he pushed the door open further and stepped out, Shawn following right behind him, the scissors clutched tightly in his hand. It seemed a rather pathetic weapon compared to the handguns of Robby and Wyatt but at least he had something.

Shawn held his breath as they both stepped away from the stairs leading to the basement and out into the hallway. He could still hear Robby and Wyatt talking in the other room, but even though his curiosity almost got the better of him he walked after Gus, away from the voices. After all, curiosity did kill the cat. Apparently.

Gus's movements sped up once the front door was in clear sight and Shawn cats one furtive glance over his shoulder. He really should have held an ear open for the voices of the robburderers.

For the second time in one day he felt something very hard collide with the side of his face, though this time it was not enough to knock him unconscious. It did, however, sent him keeling into the wall with a sharp cry of pain.

"Shawn!" He heard Gus's frantic yell and only one thought entered his mind.

"Get out, Gus!" Shawn shouted as he flung himself at Robby and Wyatt, not waiting to see if Gus heeded his words.

Did he mention that Gus had been right about entering the house being a bad idea?

He heard a sharp slam and he only hoped that was the front door opening and Gus running out. Personally, he did not feel very good because at that exact moment Wyatt, whom he had apparently landed on, pushed him roughly to the side causing Shawn to momentarily see stars. What was it with these guys and whacking him round the head? Apparently that was a bad thought to have, because the follow-up treatment was Wyatt's boot connecting with his side, and, boy, did that hurt as well.

Shawn curled slightly in on himself at the same time as his mind screamed at him to get up. He tried to bring his feet under himself, the only result being a fist connecting with the side of his face. Okay, these people really needed to find a new hobby.

Shawn slammed back down on the floor but tried to protect himself with the scissors when both Robby and Wyatt moved closer, though as he had previously predicted, they proved rather useless.

He was quite sure that it was Robby's boot connecting with his head – again, he might like to add – that finally stopped his movements, because now the marshmallows were done bouncing and the elephants had marched into town.

"What do you want to do with him?" Shawn was pretty sure that was Wyatt talking, but his present condition left his judgement rather cloudy.

"I don't know! You said we were going to talk about what we were going to do with them after we got the jewellery to the hideout," Robby yelled and Shawn groaned as the voice sent spikes through his head. He was not quite sure that conscious was willing to keep fighting much longer and to be perfectly honest he was not going to stop the other side from winning if it meant this pain would go away.

The voices of the robburderers were fading in and out as Shawn no longer tried to pay attention, merely annoyed with the fact that his mind did not seem to want to relinquish its hold on consciousness.

SLAM

"SBPD, put down you weapons and step away from the body!"

Did they have to be so loud, Shawn thought as he groaned again, his mind finally giving up its battle.

Ouch.

This had to qualify for one of his major boo-boos.

Shawn felt the pounding in his head before he even began to wake up. He whimpered – no, he didn't whimper – he grunted in pain as he tried to open his eyes, immediately grateful for the dark room, though less grateful for the fact that he had no idea where he was.

He carefully, very carefully, looked around the room, biting the inside of his cheek at the pain in his head the movement caused.

Hospital, that was for sure. He was going to be in so much trouble, that much he did know. Movement from his left suddenly caught his eye and he turned his head to see two figures slumped in chairs next to his bed. Yep, he was definitely in trouble, because there was Gus and his dad, and considering the fact that neither of them turned up for his birthday, Shawn was quite sure he was not very popular with either of them.

Gus stirred slightly before yawning widely and stretching his arms up over his head. Shawn watched him lazily, too tired to even consider voicing newfound consciousness. He didn't need to though.

"Shawn," Gus cried out happily but quickly changed to a whisper when Shawn emitted a low groan, "you're awake. How are you feeling?"

"Did Dad run me over with the truck?" Shawn said with a weak grin.

"You scared the heck out of me," Gus sighed as he leant back in his seat, keeping his voice low as he looked quickly at Henry.

"What happened, you know, after you got out?" Shawn asked, grateful for the fact that the pounding in his head that had erupted from Gus's cry of relief was slowly dulling down.

"The police was already at the jewellery store checking something out, so I got them to some with me pretty quick," Gus explained.

"Well, that was lucky," Shawn mumbled. "Dad's going to be pissed."

"He was actually pretty worried, you know, until he fell asleep," Gus said with a slight shrug.

"Dude, I…er…I'm sorry about dragging you into that house," Shawn admitting. Later he could always blame it one the headache and the drugs talking.

"Just promise me one thing," Gus said and continued when Shawn looked at him, "Listen to me next time, will you?"

"Sure thing, buddy."

"I was right, you know," Gus said and Shawn noted that previous smugness had returned.

"Yes," Shawn agreed, "you certainly were." He was quiet for a little bit as he contemplated what had just been said, before adding in a quiet voice, "My head hurts."

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