Summer vacation is here which means I can write a lot more! Sadly for me because I'm soooo special I get a 101.8 fever the night school lets out. Ironic huh? In any case this chapter has some new character ideas for future… well people! Hope you enjoy!

January 5, 2004 Austin Texas

"Shawn… Shawn stop for a moment," Claire pushed Shawn softly away from her. Shawn sighed and rested on his knees; Claire sat up her hand still on his chest.

"What's wrong Claire?" Shawn asked.

"Shawn we've been dating for a while now."

"Almost two years I know." he said.

"I need to know something's," she said as she tucked some black hair behind her ear.

"Like?" Shawn leaned back and sat on his butt. His back was against the armrest of the couch.

"Like… your parents."

"What about them?"

"I don't know their names, or where you were born for that matter."

"Jackass and Maddie. I was born on mars." Shawn said leaning in and trying to kiss her.

"Please be serious," she pushed him away again.

"Fine. Henry and Maddie Spencer, I was born in Santa Barbra. Happy?"

"No." Claire sat up straighter "Any siblings?"

"No,"

"Any kids?"

"What? Hell no!" he snickered.

"What does that mean?" she asked with a frown.

"I don't like kids Claire. They're sticky, loud, and basically just parasites." he said.

"That's what you think?" she chuckled.

"Yes. They also are just way too much trouble," he continued with a smile and Claire laughed.

"Wow," she continued to laugh. Shawn reached down and started to tickle her sides. "Shawn stop!" she giggled. Shawn laughed and continued to tickle her.

Present

Juliet looked away from her phone and back over to Shawn. It was weird just watching him. He was regularly loud, causing trouble, and extremely active. Now he was just lying there in a bed attached to machines, his face as pale as the sheets covering his bed. And Juliet couldn't help but feel that it was all her fault. There was a knock on the door and Carlton walked inside.

"You need to eat," he placed a plate in front of her. On it was Macaroni and Cheese, hotdogs, watermelon and a can of orange Fanta.

"I can't-"

"Don't pull that crap with me O'Hara. Now eat that whole plate!" he snapped. Usually Juliet wasn't ever afraid of Carlton but with that face and tone that he had used made her a little afraid. Never removing her eyes from his Juliet picked up a fork and started to eat. "Thank you," he sighed sitting next to her.

"Why are you doing this?" the past few days Carlton had been like her mother. Making her eat, drink water, stay cleaned and had plenty of sleep.

"No reason," he said closing his eyes.

"Carlton just tell me," she urged.

"Fine." he opened his eyes and looked at her "When you went home a few days ago Spencer woke up while I was in the room…"

"Lassie, come here." Shawn said. Carlton turned away from the door and approached Shawn.

"What do you want Spencer?"

"I want you to do me a favor,"

"What? You of all people asking me-" he started to rant.

"Lassie! Just listen," Shawn interrupted him.

"Fine." Carlton huffed.

"I want you to take care of Juliet." He whispered. Carlton's features relaxed and he looked at Shawn with sort of a new understanding.

"What do you mean?"

"Make sure she takes care of herself. That she gets plenty of sleep, water and food. Don't let her be at my side 24/7." Shawn coughed before continuing "I know she has a mind of her own but don't let her do whatever. Try to keep her on her regular schedule." Shawn closed his eyes.

"Why are you telling me this?"

"Because Lassie," he opened his eyes. Carlton noticed that the man looked extremely weak, his eyes had lost that green color, and his face was deathly pale. "I have a strange feeling that… this won't turn out so well. And I want to be assured that she'll be taken care of." Shawn confessed.

"You don't have to worry Shawn. I'll make sure she's taken care of." Shawn nodded. Carlton turned and started to walk away before adding "Oh. And you'll make it out of here. Who else is going to be the biggest pain in my ass as you are?" Shawn smiled a little as Carlton shut the door behind him.

"Just forget it," Carlton told her.

"No. Just tell me,"

"O'Hara leave it be." Carlton looked at her.

"Fine." she snorted.

"Okay… has any one tried to contact you lately?" he asked.

"Just one person but I didn't recognize the number." she said. Carlton frowned and sat up straight.

"Let me see," Juliet handed him her phone and he went to her call list. He took out his phone and dialed a number.

"McNabb I want you look up a number!"

"Yes sir."

"Its 858-963-8564 once you get a hit call me," he said then he hung up.

PSYCHPSYCHPSYCH

"This is just plain crap!" Henry protested for the millionth time.

"What is Henry?" Maddie asked not looking up from her book.

"Why am I in here when my son is possibly dying?" that caught her attention.

"He isn't dying Henry," she put her book down.

"You heard the doctor. They don't even know what's wrong with him!"

"Henry Shawn is fine," she snapped looking into his eyes. Henry sighed and he relaxed back into the bed.

"I just want to see my kid," he whispered. Maddie wiped a tear from her eye as she nodded in agreement.

PSYCHPSYCHPSYCH

"Mom!" Juliet turned around at the call. A little boy was running towards her his brown hair was smeared in what looked like yellow paint.

"What happened?" Juliet asked picking up the boy.

"Daddy and I were painting and he spilled the paint and and the paint got on my hair and on my clothes." he was talking at about what Juliet assumed was a 100 miles an hour.

"Oh really?" she chuckled.

"Really," he said his eyes wide.

"Shawn!" Juliet called as she set the boy down. Shawn came in from outside his clothes covered in yellow paint.

"What?" he asked a smirk on his face.

"What happened?" she questioned.

"I already told you mommy. We were painting and-" Juliet clamped her hand over his mouth.

"Shawn?" she looked at Shawn.

"I may have accidentally gotten paint on everything but the tree house." Shawn said.

"And our son?"

"He was in the way so he got splattered." The boy in question squirmed in Juliet's arms fighting against her hand.

"Not true mommy! Daddy threw the paint…" Shawn glared at the boy and he took off upstairs.

"Really?" Juliet asked with a smile.

"What? I asked him to help and he said no."

"He's 6 years old…"

"Like that makes a difference." Shawn scoffed. Juliet walked over to Shawn and wrapped her arms around his waist. His arms went around her back and they looked at each other.

"I love you," Shawn said.

"I love you too," she told him and they leaned in…

Juliet jumped up and looked around the room. She was in the hospital room, on the same metal chair. Carlton was fast asleep next to her. Juliet sighed and rubbed her forehead. That dream or similar ones had been happening a lot. It always had that little nameless boy, Shawn, her and some sort of family lifestyle. In all of her dreams the little boy remained without a name and with Juliet feeling an emptiness in her heart.

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