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Shawn POV

Why is it when people want to knock you out, they hit you in the head? Why can't they just be like, "Hey dude, I kinda need you to, you know be asleep. So can you do that or?" But no. Instead they grab some heavy object like a Stapler and such and hit you in the head. It causes pain, trauma and it just plain old hurts.

Imagine the worst pain you've ever felt. Times it by ten, and I'm nowhere close to that pain. Had you there for a moment didn't I? Maybe I was in intense pain, but all I could think about was Juliet. I wondered if she was safe, since I never got to see that picture. For now I could only hope….

"Ah," I groaned opening my eyes. Psycho-Bitch was holding a bag of smelling salts under my nose. She took the bag away and set it on a black dresser. "Why?" I moaned closing my eyes.

"Because you need to get up," she simply said. I rubbed my sore head with my hands. "You're a mean Psycho-Bitch, you know that?" I sat up slowly, wincing as the bright light went into my eyes.

"Why don't you call me Kat, now that were alone," she purred putting a single hand on my chest.

"Uhhh I'll stick with Psycho-Bitch. Hey! That rhymed." I smiled. She growled and stood off of the bed. She was in a pink shirt, blue sweatpants and pink slippers. Her blonde hair was in a ponytail and her sea-green eyes looked like a storm had picked up.

"You're an idiot!" She sneered. "I have no idea why that woman picked you up in the first place!"

"Why did you?" I shot back feeling hurt.

Her face softened, "Because I love you. Everything I've done, everyone I've hurt… I did it for us."

"For us?"

"Yes, all of those people, they hurt you." She sat down at the edge of the bed. "And I don't like to see you hurt." She continued.

"Well, sometimes people get hurt. Its life, killing them isn't the answer." I said slowly. I actually felt a little bad for her. She was in love with someone, who could never love her. I'd felt that way when Juliet had turned me down, forgotten about our date, and then she told me she just went out with me so she wouldn't lie to her parents. That hurt, it really did. But I still loved her; despite everything I loved that blonde, sexy, blue eyed detective.

"What is?" she sighed. I put my legs on the floor and looked at the cream colored wall. "No one knows. We go with it, we carry it every day and we learn to live with it." I looked at her and for moment, just for a moment, I saw a girl. Not a Psycho woman, but a girl who'd been hurt, and was just looking for a way out.

"Who hurt you?" I asked. She looked at me confused and then she remembered I was Psychic. "An old friend," she gave a small smile, and the storm in her eyes died down. Then something clicked, her smile turned into a sneer and her eyes blew up. The next thing I knew, her hand had risen and had back handed me across the face. My neck jerked to the side, and I felt an erupting pain.

"You idiot!" I held my cheek while my neck throbbed. She stormed out of the room and slammed the door behind her. My eyes felt awfully heavy and I slipped into black once more.

PSYCHPSYCHPSYCH

Juliet sighed and tapped her fingers against the wooden surface of her kitchen table. Henry, Carlton and Gus not to mention Chief Vick, had all forced to go home and get some rest. She'd gotten home, showered, had some cold pizza and then tried to get some sleep. Juliet had laid in bed for hours before finally giving up on sleep.

She was now sitting in silence, the house phone sitting in front of her, waiting for it to ring. When it finally did ring, she'd jumped up so fast her grey cat Charming had hissed, and the white one Snow had fallen out of the window.

"Carlton? Anything?" she begged.

"Um no?" her mother's voice answered. Juliet sighed; both angry and relived her mother had called. "Julie what's wrong?" her mom sounded worried. "Nothing mom." Juliet sat back in the chair. Snow jumped up on her lap and rubbed her head against the phone. Charming was glaring at Juliet, letting out a hiss every now and then.

"I've been trying to reach you for days, where have you been?" No one had even bothered to tell her parents?

"I've been… busy." If they didn't know, why should she tell them?

"You sound tired, and worried. What's going on?" Juliet sighed and told her mother about everything. Her getting kidnapped for some who had an obsession with Shawn. How Shawn had shown up and made a deal with the crazy woman to get her out of there. She explained how she'd been left on the stations steps, not knowing where Shawn was.

"I'm so sorry baby!" Her mother was crying.

"It's fine, I-I-I just… I wish I knew if he was alright." Juliet rubbed her forehead.

"I'm sure he's just fine,"

"Mom if anything happens to him, I don't know what I'll do." Juliet pet Snows head.

"What do you mean Julie?"

"I think… I think I love him. And if something happens to him." She shook her head.

"Julie, you barely know this man." Her mam pointed out.

"Still, I can't help it. I miss him, I really miss him." Charming had felt Juliet's distress and he'd temporally forgiven her. He rubbed his head against her leg and let out a soft meow.

"Then… I don't know. Just be safe," her mom sighed.

"Okay," Juliet went to hang up. "Juliet?" she listened for a moment. "Yeah mom?"

"Be safe, please be safe." Her mother said not waiting for answer. The tone dial sounded and Juliet hung up. Was she in love with Shawn? Snow meowed as if answering her question.

"What about you Charming? Do you think I'm in love with Shawn?" Charming let out a long meow before trotting off, his anger returning. The phone rang again and this time it was Henry.

"Anything?" Juliet asked.

"No," Henry sighed.

"Oh," she couldn't hide the disappointment.

"But could you come over to the house?" he sounded tired. Juliet agreed to the meeting and hung up. She got dressed in jeans, a green t-shirt, and her sneakers. She grabbed her purse, jacket and headed out into the night, over to the Spencer house. When she arrived she avoided looking at the back gate, and she knocked on the door. "Come in!" Henry's voice answered. Juliet walked into the house, shutting the door behind her. She set her purse, and jacket on the couch.

"Hey," she joined Henry in the kitchen. He was making coffee, and something delicious was baking in the oven. Henry turned around and Juliet got a glimpse at Shawn's father. His eyes were bloodshot, and his movements were slow. She knew Shawn didn't get along with his father, but Henry looked worse than her. And she had been kidnapped.

"Hey,"

"What's up?"

"Nothing I guess… I guess I didn't want to be alone. Hope you don't mind." Henry smiled. Juliet returned one and sat down at the kitchen table. Henry put a mug full of coffee in front of her and sat across from her.

"What are you cooking?" Juliet looked at the oven.

"Some pineapple cookies," Henry took a sip of his coffee.

"Pineapple cookies?" Juliet looked at Henry.

"Whenever Shawn was sick or what have you when he was a kid, we'd always bake pineapple cookies. He loved them." Juliet chuckled, not surprised.

"It's pineapple," she pointed out.

"True," he snickered softly to himself. They sat in silence, soon there was a loud rapping on the door and they both jumped. "Henry Spencer!" A voice yelled.

"What the hell?" Henry stood up and walked over to the back door. He opened it and an angry blonde, older woman stormed into the house.

"What are you doing here?" he asked.

"What am I doing here? My son was taken and you don't even bother to call me?" the woman fumed.

"Son?" Juliet repeated confused. The woman turned on her and Juliet recognized the woman's green eyes. They were Shawn's… "You're Shawn's mom." It dawned on her. "You didn't call her?" Juliet looked at Henry.

"I didn't get around to it," he shrugged.

"Get around to it? How long has he been missing?"

"Just a day or two," Juliet answered for Henry who actually looked shaken.

"I'm sorry, who are you?' Shawn's mom asked.

"Oh, I'm Juliet O'Hara. I was… taken by the same person who has Shawn."

"What do you mean?" she sat next to Juliet.

"Well…" Juliet looked at Henry nervously. He nodded in encouragement; she closed her eyes and retold the story to the woman. She stayed silent, glaring at Henry every once in a while. When Juliet finished, Shawn's mom glared at Henry then sighed.

"Why does he always manage to get in trouble?"

"I don't know." Henry shrugged.

"I'm Madeline Spencer by the way, I'm Shawn's mom. As you already know, but you can call me Maddie." Juliet nodded. "You have no clue where you were taken?"

"No," Henry said.

"No… wait. I remember something." Juliet sat up straight.

"What?" both Henry and Maddie were watching Juliet.

"I remember hearing birds, and water. Some laughter as well,"

"You said it was about twenty minutes away?" Juliet nodded.

"Henry, the amusement park. It's by the beach, it's always busy and Shawn loved it." Maddie said. Henry grabbed the house phone and dialed the police department. "Chief Vick. I think we know where Shawn is…"

PSYCHPSYCHPSYCH

Shawn woke up, his head on the white pillow and his body covered in a deep green blanket. The room was dark, the only source of light being the lamp on the bedside table. He was alone in the room, and something smelly was wafting into his nose. He sat up and noticed a sleeping baby in a car seat near the door… so he wasn't alone.

Shawn tried to get out of the bed but his legs wouldn't move. He uncovered his legs and his eyes widened when he saw the mess. His legs were covered in blood. Why didn't he feel it? Shawn looked around and found an orange bottle of pills on the table. He reached over and read the label "Anesthesia" was written in messy, black-hand writing. That would explain why he was light headed, and felt dizzy. Shawn fell back onto the bed and sighed.

"I'm sorry Shawn," a voice said. Shawn looked up and Kat was standing there. "Why?"

"You were mumbling about leaving, finding Juliet. So I had to stop you." She said.

"What did you do? I can't feel my legs."

"It doesn't matter," she walked over and kissed his forehead. He didn't have the strength to move away. Shawn's eyes fluttered close and he once again fell into blackness.

He awoke some time later. The lamp had been turned off, the baby was gone and Kat was nowhere in sight. Shawn had a deep feeling that he was alone. He still couldn't feel his legs, and by the loss of blood… it was bad. "Help!" Shawn called. He felt stuck. He knew wherever he was, help probably wouldn't come soon. He couldn't help but think, "This is it." The door slowly creaked open. The nose of a gun entered first, and then the door opened reviling Carlton Lassiter.

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