Disclaimer: I don't own camp rock or its characters, the band Busted, a 2011 Lamborghini Gallardo LP570-4 Superleggera, the show How I Met Your Mother, or a gun.

I do on the other hand own: Music and so on, Dr. Ian Patterson and the bus in which he lives, Pyralis International, Madison and the plot.


Caitlyn's P.O.V.

"So, is there any reason in particular why you're here?" I asked as we entered the mall.

"Oh right! Shane wanted to meet me outside of the east entrance..." Nate said as we abruptly came to a stop.

Wow. Typical Mitchie. She's always trying to set me up with some guy. So she tries again and again but it never works because the only guys that she can get to go out with me are either creeps hoping to get lucky or math geeks that have never kissed a girl in their life. Not even their mom. So of course, I ditch them and she gets mad saying 'I'm doing this for your own good! But if you want to be miserable, that's fine with me too!'

Nate made a move to head back outside but I put my arm out to stop him.

"There's no use. I've been waiting at that entrance for 20 minutes and Mitchie didn't show up! My guess is that Shane and she are trying to set us up! So don't even bother to go back out there, let's just eat." I replied, aggravated, but not as mad as I usually get when my best friend tricks me in to going out on a date, because at least this time she picked a rockstar. And a hot one too.

After eating, we headed over to 'Music & So On', the music store, making small talk on the way. It was one of my favourite places to spend my money. It had instruments of all sorts, books on music, CD's, computer programs and they did repairs. They also had lessons. 50$ per hour to learn anything you want. From perfecting a certain song on flute to mastering the drums and/or triangle.

I quickly headed over to the headphones and grabbed three. I knew I would need them. Technology just hates me! I turned around but soon realized that Nate was not behind me as he had been previously so I started retracing my steps and found him reading the back of a CD.

"Um... Nate? What are you looking at?" I asked. His head snapped up in surprise.

"Oh, hi Cait." He quickly said, returning to the album.

"What you got there?"

"Busted's album. Can you believe that the label gave them the rights to two of our songs? We wrote 'Year 3000' and 'What I Go To School For' when the band first started out, but the label wanted us to be cookie-cutter pop stars and didn't let us record our own music. Shane took it the hardest. Then, behind our backs, sold the songs to Busted and gave us no credit! And it just makes me mad! And you wanna know the worst part? They changed some of the lyrics! Now it's not even a good song anymore, they made it all sick minded and-" his voice had slowly started rising in volume and was beginning to make a scene. I saw a few girls start realizing Nate Grey was meters from them and were freaking out. So I did the reasonable thing, I clamped my hand on to his and ran as fast as I could , dragging him behind me. On the way out, I slammed three 20 dollar bills on the check-out counter (to pay for the headphones) and ignored the beeping noises that started when I exited (he didn't scan them so it looked like I was stealing). Girls started screaming that they saw Nate Grey and pretty soon we were being attacked on all sides. Running was fast as we could, we made it to the food court again but it was too late. Girls from the farthest corners of the mall had heard of what was going on and came also. There was no way out...

Mitchie's P.O.V.

We managed to make it outside of the building without anyone noticing Shane's injuries, and he led me to his car. All I can say is wow. Wow, wow, wow, wow! Sitting in the parking lot of a very dull MacDonald's was the most beautiful car I had ever seen. It was sleek and the most mesmerizing shade of lime green. The windows where tinted, so I couldn't see inside just yet but knew that I would just love getting to drive the thing.

"Thi-this is y-you car?" I stuttered out in amazement.

"Yup! That's my lambo." he replied very proudly, as if he was showing me an award he won. But, what the heck is a lambo? He sensed my confusion and quickly dove in to an elaborate explanation. I wish that I had never wondered what it was. "It's a 2011 Lamborghini Gallardo LP570-4 Superleggera with a V10 engine that has 5.2 litres of displacement that generates about 420 kW. It has 570 horsepower and can go from 0-62 miles per hour in less than 3.4 seconds! And it's totally environmental too. It's made from carbon-fibre and weighs like, nothing. So, there's a better weight-to-power ratio and so it emits less carbon dioxide. And just wait till you see the inside! The steering wheel was hand-stitched! And the metallic finish on-" he babbled. Even when he hits his head that man still amazes me. It was kind of cute though. He was going a mile a minute talking about his car and he looked so excited and proud of his possession. And I truly tried to listen... but what would you do if a superstar started talking about cars to you? I mean, he could be talking about first grade math and I still wouldn't understand what he's saying at the speed he's talking! He's the one going from 0-62 in 3.4 seconds! "-instead of using leather because it's lighter and then it would make the-"

"Um, Shane?" I interrupted "We were going to the doctor, remember?"

"Right. Sorry." He pressed the button to unlock the vehicle then we got in. And he was right about the inside, it was truly amazing. I never really was the type of person to have a desperate want for money but, if this is what money got you, then I want money; and lots of it. The ride was smooth and I found myself unintentionally speeding because of the touchiness of the gas pedal. I could get used to this; living in style. He directed me to where the tour buses were parked and we headed over to the one where the doctor stayed.

NO ONE P.O.V.

"Oh, goodness Shane! What did you do this time? I haven't seen you this injured since Tunisia when you got trampled by those dang camels!" a man replied as we stepped into the bus. He had a friendly face, which at the moment was creased with worry and disappointment. He had pale blue eyes and red-brown hair that was slowly showing bits of gray around the edges. He seemed to be in his mid to late forties, his big round glasses making him look older.

"Sorry Doc, I passed out in the bathroom and-" and after introductions, Shane explained his side of the story, with Mitchie adding stuff in between.

"And so, how did you wake up?" the doctor asked and Shane and Mitchie became slightly uncomfortable, averting their gaze anywhere but at the doctor (or themselves), their cheeks tinting the slightest bit more pink than usual.

"Uh, Dr. Patterson, there's a big difference between asking what woke me up and how I woke up... but if you mean what woke me up, it was her elbow in my side." Shane pointed at Mitchie accusingly. "How is a completely different story..." Mitchie raised her eyes to Shane and gave him a small smile. She was worried that he would be mad about what happened but was relieved, and a little shocked, when he winked at her.

During their exchange, Ian Patterson stared at them with an all-knowing look. He remembered his first love, and how they would act together. And, he felt sort of proud of Shane for finding a girl he liked. He thought of Shane as a son to him, loving him and hoping he got the best in life. They had after all, been through a lot together. And even if Shane didn't remember him before IT happened, Ian knew Shane almost more than anyone. But that was the past, and that past would hopefully never make its way back. But if it did, that's why he was here.

Nate looked from side to side but there was no safe passage to go through. When the band had first started out, they all were a little frazzled by all the new attention they were receiving and it was a little strange. But of course with time, it was normal, routine, for them to be hoarded by their worshipers. And this simple fact just happened to go a little too far into Shane's head, making him love himself more than anyone in the world. Nate was accustomed to being surrounded by screaming fans, and he knew what to expect. But Caitlyn on the other hand... she deemed a little freaked. She was never popular and didn't like a lot of attention. So, being surrounded by girls that where after them, she felt very out of place.

Nate scanned the area but found no solution. There were too many girls to find a way. He quickly jumped onto a table nearby and pulled Caitlyn up too.

"Do you see anything?" he yelled over the screeches.

Caitlyn took a very good, thorough look around the place and saw what might possibly save their lives. "Nate! There!" she cried out as she spotted an 'employees only' sign on a door beside the bathrooms. Nate secured his arm around Caitlyn's waist and they started off through the maze of sweat and perfume that surrounded them.

Mitchie got a good look around the bus as the doctor led them from room to room until they got to the office. At the main entrance, when they first come in, there was the kitchen, which had a miniaturised version of everything a normal kitchen had, even a dishwasher. Then there was a small eating area and a living room with a couch, chair and a T.V. mounted on the wall. They went through a mini hallway where the door was open to see a queen sized bed in a white and wine-red room with another door to a bathroom within that. It was obvious he lived alone in the bus and Mitchie hoped he didn't get too bored; but, from what she's heard, he had plenty of work to do, always fixing Shane. Once they go to the very back, there was a sort of a medical office set up. In the corner, there was a plastic covered bed with a white sheet on it and all around the fairly small room, there where cabinets that locked shut for the bumpy road. In the opposite corner, there was a small table and a rolling stool. On the table, Dr. Patterson had already set out a few things like a stitching needle and bandages.

"Okay Mitchie, you can leave the room now as I fix up Shane. Feel free to watch some TV out in the living room while you wait." Dr. Patterson said. And Mitchie stepped out, hoping Shane didn't take too long.

She turned on the TV and ended up watching the last half of an episode of 'How I Met Your Mother' and when it finished, she went to grab the remote when something caught her eye. On the chair was a very high-tech laptop that had not been completely closed. She could see a light shining out from the screen and her curiosity got the best of her. She reached out and grabbed it cautiously, even though she knew that no one could see her. This didn't look like a computer she had ever seen before. From the outside, it looked like a normal laptop but the inside was a different story. There were a whole bunch of buttons she had never seen and there was no mouse pad, so she suspected it was a touch screen. There were many windows open so she decided to look at all of them, wanting to know more. The first window looked like a search engine, a lot like Google, but the words in big blood-red font said 'Pyralis International'. Mitchie stared at the screen for a few seconds thinking. 'What is this? Is it some sort of doctor's thing? Probably'. But then it got stranger as she realised that it wasn't a window at all; it was the desktop. And the desktop was a pushed it aside and moved on the next window, an actual window. It was open to his email account where he had one unread email, the subject: 'I want the truth.' So, of course, being Mitchie, she looked around, and then opened it.

It's Madison.

I've been doing some research and what you told me was a lie. I want to know the truth. No more lies Ian.

I know you've been helping me keep him safe but I know too much. They're going to find us. And I don't want history to repeat itself.

FIX IT.

"So Shane, do you know what could have caused you to pass out?" Dr. Patterson asked as he wrapped Shane's arm up so that he couldn't move it, the last of Shane's injuries cared for.

"Well, I um, I sort of got a... a scene. It was strange and unfamiliar but I had a strange sense of déjà vu... almost as if... it was in my head all along, but I could never find it. It was so..." but Shane trailed off as he saw the look of horror that the doctor suddenly possessed.

"It's happening... I can't believe it... it's happening. He said it was rare, so rare, but not impossible. Why?" Ian muttered to himself, forgetting Shane was in the room completely for a moment. "Shane..." he started cautiously, "what did you see?"

"Uh," he started, a little shocked "I saw... a house. A house that was in the middle of a deserted place." And as Shane started to recall the images, all the details that he didn't see before came into clear perspective. "It was sunset and hot and sticky... the house looked like something from an old western movie, with wooden swinging doors and broken windows. And then, I remember stairs and a room in the shape of an octagon and mirrors everywhere except on one side... on that side was a hallway that has mirrors on it too. And I was halfway down the cold hallway and there was a man there. And he had... a gun in his hand-" Shane widened his eyes as he just realized this fact but continued. "-and he was aiming it at me. Then the mirrors shattered and... That's it." He looked at the doctor, not quite knowing what he'd find.

"Shane, I need to do some things. Go back to the bus and relax, maybe take a nap. I have some phone calls to make." And with that, Dr. Patterson stormed out of the room in a worried panic.

Nate locked the door to the storage closet and started to look for a light switch. Successful, he flipped it on but the light didn't quite want to cooperate. It was on for a few seconds, flickered, and then burnt out, leaving the two teens in complete darkness.

"Sooo... are you okay? I know how aggravating it can be having people pull at you..." Nate said very awkwardly.

"Okay, this is awkward. I'm trapped in an extremely small storage closet in the mall with Nate-freaking-Grey and I can't see a thing. And on top of that, there are screaming girls pounding on the door. That's totally normal isn't it?" Caitlyn admitted while pulling her fingers through her hair.

"Okay, fine. You're right but there's nothing I can do okay? We just have to wait it out so you might as well help me come up with something to pass the time."

Caitlyn sighed and started racking her brain for possible activities. She remembered a few days ago when Mitchie and her had played truth or dare and remembered how much success it had gotten her. Mitchie now had a new supposed bff. So, that's what she suggested. And to her surprise, Nate agreed to play. So, that's how they found themselves an hour later, the screams had died down and you could only faintly tell that there were still girls out there waiting.

"Okay, truth" Nate decided on as he shifted slightly from his spot on the floor. Their eyes had adjusted to the dark and managed to make a spot to sit. They were also running out of things to say as Caitlyn kept choosing dare and Nate kept choosing truth.

"My butts falling asleep. Is yours?" she finally asked.

"No, not really. Truth or dare?"

She sighed and picked dare again. She was never one for answering questions.

"I dare you to sit over here." He said patting a spot on his lap.

"Uh, why?"

"Well, miss Gellar, we wouldn't want your poor butt to be caused pain would we? And plus, I'm much more comfortable than the floor, ask any one of those screaming girls." Nate said smiling knowingly as Caitlyn blushed and slowly made her way to Nate's lap, muttering a 'fine' on her way. Nate felt very satisfied with himself and he knew that she knew but he honestly didn't care because to tell the truth, he was starting to like this girl. And that was all that mattered.

Mitchie quickly put the computer back in its original position and pretended to watch TV as she heard the doctor's door open.

"Hi doc! How's-" but he cut her off by grabbing her wrist and pushing her out the door. Mitchie noticed that something was very deeply bothering the man and her mind went back to the email.

"Shane needs rest. He'll call you tomorrow. Have a safe ride home!"

"But I don't—" he slammed the door in her face "—have a car..." she finished as she pulled out her phone to ask her mom to pick her up.


Ok. Here I am. It has been a while, I know. And I'm sorry. But I was sick! (and still am :(...) But I updated didn't I? And it's over 3000 words! Longest chapter yet! And yes, things might seem a little confusing but I like this chapter a lot. And yes, that is indeed one of my fave cars. Look at this vid on YouTube that I found and you'll see how awesome it is: (.com/watch?v=hlYi7A3DYmE)

So ya.

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