A/N: This is the chapter that most of you have been waiting for. Or maybe not. I could be lying… I don't know. You'll have to tell me. It is Shane's attack in FULL detail!

They laid there for what seemed like hours, just wrapped up in each others arms. In fact, Shane had gotten so still, Mitchie was certain he had fallen asleep. Which she was glad for; Shane really did need his rest.

However, when she tried to slip away from him and go tell the others that he had awoken, Shane's grip tightened on her.

"Where are you going?" He asked quietly.

"Nowhere." She responded slipping back into his arms.

She could feel him frown. "Where were you going Mitchie?" He asked sternly.

"I thought you were asleep…" She replied quietly. "I was going to tell everyone that you woke up from your coma."

He huphed quietly and pressed his forehead into her back. She turned her head to look at him. "They're really worried about you Shane."

"You know the last thing I saw before I blacked out was your face."

She sighed in exasperation. He was avoiding the subject. "Shane."

"I thought that was the last time I was ever going to see you." He continued on.

"Shane, why won't you let me tell anyone that you're awake?" she asked with a hint of frustration.

"I don't want them to."

"You don't want them to know?" She asked incredulously. "Why not? Everyone is so worried about you Shane."

Shane closed his eyes and turned his head to look away from her.

"This is about your family isn't it? Your mom and Caley?"

Shane lifted his head and Mitchie met his inquisitive look. "Yes I know your sisters name. She's a very nice girl, we've talked."

He raised one eyebrow.

"About you, yes." Mitchie answered his unasked questioned.

His eyes narrowed slightly and he pursed his lips.

"Shane, they don't hate you. They just want to see you. You have to face them sooner or later."

He huphed. "I choose later." He buried his face in the pillow. Mitchie frowned at his stubbornness and rolled onto her other side to face him.

"Shane." She called out and he let out a soft 'hmmph'.

She made a face. "Shane." She called out again. He finally lifted his head from the pillow but only half his face could be seen.

"What are you so afraid of?" She whispered.

He scoffed, lifting his head completely off the pillow. "I'm not scared."

"Shane." She repeated again giving him an exasperated look.

He sighed heavily. "I just don't want to see anyone right now Mitchie." Before she could say anything else he added. "Except you."

"Why not?" She furrowed her brow.

"I just don't!" He cried and she flinched back at his tone. His eyes widened immediately and he took her into his arms. "I'm sorry Mitchie; I didn't mean to snap at you." He kissed the top of her head softly. "I'm sorry."

She remained quiet as she snuggled up against his chest. She was still a little frustrated with him. She wished she knew what he was thinking. If she was in his position, the first thing she would want to do was see her parents, her friends. But then of course, this was Shane Gray she was with. Everything was unpredictable with him.

"I just…" He sighed. "I don't want to face anything right now. If they all come in here, they'll all be asking me questions about what happened or how I feel or about how everything that happened in the last few years." He shook his head quietly. "I'm tired and I just need comfort. I need you."

"I'm here." She whispered. "Go to sleep if you're tired."

"I'm not that tired." He responded. He let out a breathe. "Just give me a few more hours alone with you and then you can tell them, Okay?"

She looked up at him. "Whenever you're ready Shane. I don't want you to be uncomfortable."

"No, you're right Mitch. I can't hide forever. I'm just being selfish and that's who the old Shane was."

She smiled softly as she snuggled back into his chest. "A few hours then."

He nodded against her head.

They both went quiet for a few more minutes until Shane finally spoke up again. "Mitch?"

"Yes?"

"Do you want to know what happened?" He asked in a near whisper.

She lifted her head to look at him with his eyebrows furrowed. "Shane…I know the basics…I don't need to know anymore."

He swallowed hard, his jaw clenching. "I know they'll try to get it out of me sooner or later, I'd rather it be with someone I trust and know rather than some random therapist."

"Shane," She rested her palm on the side of his face, "You don't have to tell me now. Its only been two days."

He closed his eyes and let out a breath. "I'll feel better if I let it out now."

Mitchie stared at him with unsureness's in her eyes, for a few moments and then nodded once. "Only if you're sure."

"I'm sure." He whispered. He cleared his throat and sucked in a breath as he shifted into a sitting position, wincing quietly.

"Careful." Mitchie whispered and he opened his eyes to look at her. There were too many emotions in his eyes and on his face to even pick out one.

"Come here." He ordered nicely. She obliged and pushed herself up into a sitting position and snuggled into his side. He slipped one arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer to him and his free hand grabbed hers. Their fingers entwined and Mitchie gave his hand a reassuring squeeze.

She rested her head on his chest and just waited patiently as he mentally prepared himself for the story he was about to tell. She felt him take a few deep breathes.

"Okay," His voice rumbled in his chest, "About a half an hour after you left, Brown came to me and told me that he was going down the road to drop off something at the bank. So he left and I was left at the camp alone until Jason and Nate could come back with the limo…"

Shane made his way out of the Camp Rock kitchen with a can of soda in his hand. He had hoped that there was still stuff left in the kitchen after Connie had packed up everything. Unfortunately for him, there was nothing except a box of soda cans. But he was desperate for something so he grabbed the warm soda.

He strolled around camp grounds, occasionally sipping his soda. Secretly, although he probably would never tell anyone, he loved nature. Especially at his Uncle's Camp. And that day happened to be a sunny day with just a slight breeze that lifted and carried the scents of nature through the air.

It was quiet, which was also nice. Don't get him wrong, he loved the sound of music when there were kids at camp but he also enjoyed the peace and quiet of nature. He could only hear the breeze rustling through the trees and the birds chirping.

Once he was done with his soda, he crushed it in his palm and tossed it in the dumpster. Luckily Brown still hadn't emptied it.

He passed the mess hall and caught sight of the lone piano sitting in the corner. He smiled and immediately started to whistle the tune to 'This is me'. He continued his journey around camp, smiling at all the places where he and Mitchie had shared a moment.

He stopped near the lake for a minute or two, standing in the spot where most of he and Mitchie's meeting had taken place. He shook his head, and made his way back off the dock. "What is wrong with you Shane?" He asked himself. "She's been away from you for 45 minutes and you're acting like you haven't seen her in years."

He then headed on back to his cabin to entertain himself until Brown got back. He pushed the door open to his cabin, still whistling 'This Is Me' and headed straight to where his guitar was located. He instinctively reached out for it and his whistle faded when he just grabbed air. He looked around, furring his brow.

He spotted his guitar case on the other side of the room and realized he must have put it back without remembering that he did. He walked over to it and picked it up, frowning when he found it empty. He looked around again and let out a breath of confusion. He searched every inch of his cabin, even under his bed and still couldn't find it.

"Where did I put that thing?" He muttered to himself and his eyes landed on the bathroom. He highly doubted that it was in there but he looked everywhere else. He went into the bathroom and looked around the toilet and in the shower and still his guitar was nowhere. He crossed his arms and thought about where he might have left it. He was near the mess hall before, so it wasn't there. He was also in the kitchen and didn't see it. The last place it might be is Brown's cabin.

He turned to go to Brown's cabin. He walked out of the bathroom and jumped, but instantly his eyes narrowed. "What are you doing here?" He asked coldly.

His father rose from his place on Shane's bed, Shane's guitar tucked under his arm with a smirk. Shane immediately took a step back still holding the cold glare. "Brown told me he forbade you from coming back."

"I was never a good listener." His father replied, swinging the guitar out in front of him and strummed the strings.

"No kidding." Shane growled, not sure whether to be angrier that his father was here or that he was touching his guitar.

His eyes snapped up to Shane and his smirk faded. Soundlessly he placed the guitar back on Shane's bed. He took a few steps towards Shane and Shane's body tensed. "We have unfinished business Shane."

Shane's eyes narrowed and his glare intensified. "We have no business. We were done with business when you left our family thirteen years ago."

"Thirteen, wow, has it really been that long?"

Shane growled in response.

"You are certainly the angry one Shane. I don't remember you being like this." He smirked. "In fact the last time I left you, you were crying on the floor like a baby."

Shane's nostrils flared and his hands clenched into fists at his sides. "I had every reason to, you were abusing me!" He cried.

"I would hardly call it abuse…"

"I was fourteen!" Shane exclaimed. "I still have a scar on my back from when you threw me up against the wall! You almost killed mom!"

A dark look passed his features. "Your mother got what was coming to her."

"Mom did nothing!" Shane cried, his voice bouncing off the walls. "You were the one that left us! You were the one that hurt us! Mom had to raise me and my sister all alone, your own BROTHER helped us more than you did!"

"Brown is not my brother."

Shane rolled his eyes and scoffed. "Your HALF brother, who the hell cares! He's still your brother! And while you were off getting piss drunk and sleeping with who know how many whores, you left us in misery!"

Shane felt a sharp gasp pass his lips as a fist collided hard into the side of his face. He immediately felt pain rush from his eye all the way down to his jaw. He closed his eyes tightly, breathing deeply. He slowly turned his head to face forward and opened his eyes, already feeling one starting to swell. His father stood with his fist still raised and Shane shot an intense death glare at him. Shane watched quietly, silently seething, as his father paced over to the right. His father lowered his fist and opened both his palms, urging Shane to come for him.

Now without Mitchie or anyone for that matter, around Shane was not afraid to release his anger. He tensed every muscle in his body, crouched to pounce, and then ran at his father his fist raised in the air.

His father moved out of the way at just the last minute and Shane's power packed fist went sailing through the glass window. Shane cried out as glass pieces lodged into his knuckles and wrist. He withdrew his hand and shakily removed all the glass pieces, hearing the older man's menacing laugh behind him. He watched as the blood gushed from the cuts on his hand and arm and clenched his jaw at the pain. He balled his good fist up and whirled around, snarling at the man in front of him.

"You can't out whit me Shane."

"We'll see about that." Shane growled and rushed toward him, moving as fast as his feet could carry him. Which unfortunately wasn't fast enough. Just as he went to jump on him, his father lifted his knee and kneed him right in the groin.

Shane cried out and dropped to his knees. Unfortunately the bed got in the way and he slammed his side and his forehead scraped up against the wooden frame. He curled over, rocking back and forth, breathing deeply, and biting down on his lip until it bled. When the pain was just bearable he lifted his head and placed both hands on the ground and attempted to push himself up. Just when he almost his regained his balance, a loud bang filled the room and Shane felt an immense pain in his side. His eyes snapped open and he managed to see his father standing with his arm outstretched a smoking gun in his hand. Shane placed his hand to his side and then took his hand away and looked down at it. His shaking hand was covered in his own blood and once again he collapsed to the ground. However he landed in such a position where his head smacked against the wooden floor and he closed his eyes tightly.

He started wheezing and even whimpering. His whole body felt like it was on fire. He laid there, his whole body shaking for what seemed like ever but in reality was only a minute. He finally managed to open his eyes and glanced up at his father. "Why?" He managed to bite out. He swallowed as his vision started to get blurry. "What did I ever do to you?" He whispered.

The older man only smirked and lifted his gun, aiming it straight at Shane's head. Shane stared down the barrel of the gun, gasping for breath just waiting for the inevitable. He saw the man's finger twitch on the trigger and Shane closed his eyes tightly. 'Mitchie…' he called out in his mind. He pictured her face in his mind as tears or blood, he wasn't sure which one, trickled down his cheek and neck.

In the distance, Shane heard what sounded like car wheels. But it was faint and everything else but his own heart beat was quickly fading in his ears.

He heard a small pop and then the scuffling of feet and the closing of a door. He very slowly opened his eyes and twisted his head to the side. Inches away from his head was a bullet hole in the floor. His eyes widened and he laid his head back down and moments later closed his eyes.

'Mitchie' he thought again and tried to form the name on his lips. But he couldn't move them.

"Shane!" He heard a very faint voice call his name.

'Mitchie.' He thought it was. He couldn't distinguish voices.

"Shane! SHANE!"

He tried to open his eyes but they were too heavy for him to even attempt it. He tried to concentrate on the voice but it just kept slipping away.

"Shane! Shane! Shane…shane…….shane……….shane…."

He saw Mitchie's face in his mind and he tried to reach out to her.

"Shane…" The voice whispered, barely audible, one more time before he completely blacked out.

The hospital room went deathly quiet. The only sound was Shane's constant heart beat. Both bodies were completely still.

It only took a few more moments, however, before Mitchie's shoulders started to heave and quick, shuddering breaths started to emit from her. Tears were streaming down her cheeks and she soon broke down into sobs.

Shane's eyebrows raised in alarm, although he knew he should have expected this. His tale was not the faint hearted. Not for the delicate ears of his Mitchie. Why, oh why did he tell her?

His arms surrounded Mitchie tightly and he guided her head to rest on his chest. She willingly accepted it and she gripped onto his hospital gown, sobbing in his chest.

He rested his head on top of hers occasionally pressing small kisses to the top of her head. "Shh…" He rubbed her back soothingly. "I'm so sorry Mitchie." He whispered. "I shouldn't have told you, I'm sorry."

She shook her head, still buried in his chest. She cried for only about a minute more until she finally calmed down enough to talk. She lifted her head to look at him, tears still pouring from her eyes. She locked eyes with him and once she caught sight of his black eye and the scratch on his forehead she whimpered and buried her head in the crook of his neck again. "Oh Shane…." She gripped onto his hospital gown so tightly, it just might have ripped. "Shane…" She whispered.

He caught onto what she was thinking and kissed the top of her head multiple times. "Shh Mitchie, its okay, I'm alright. I'm alive, I'm alright."

She shook her head, lifting her head to look at him. "Have you seen yourself?" She asked, whimpering. "You're not alright."

"So I do look that bad?" He asked, cocking one eyebrow, the corners of his lips perking up.

"Shane!" She cried.

He raised both his hands to her face and wiped her tears away with his thumbs. "Mitchie, I got a few bumps and bruises, it's really not as bad as it seems. The only part of my body that hurts right now is my side and I think that comes with the territory."

She subconsciously looked down at his side and let out a tiny gasp when she saw that he was sitting in a very awkward position that could be adding to his pain. She pulled herself out of his arms and sat as far away as she could from him. He furrowed his brow and frowned cocking his head to one side. "What are you doing?"

"Staying away so I don't hurt you." She replied.

He gave her a look. "Mitchie I'm fine."

"You just told me you were in pain."

"Yes, but I also told you that the pain is bearable as long as you're in my arms so get back here."

She shook her head stubbornly. She didn't believe him the first time he told her that and she didn't believe it now. Shane continued to stare at her with that mixed look of desperation and frustration and she turned her face away so she wouldn't give in to him. Before she knew it, she heard the bed squeak under her and Shane's arms wrap around her from behind. She slowly turned back to face him and met his eyes. Like butter in a microwave she melted under the intense gaze of Shane Gray. Shane gently pulled her back down to lay beside him and she went back to cuddling against him.

She felt Shane nuzzle his nose against the side of her face and couldn't help but giggle as his breath tickled her. She felt him smirk and he kissed the side of her face.

She turned her head upwards to look at him and smirked at him. "You are the most stubborn person I have ever met."

He grinned at her and kissed the tip of her nose softly. "But you love me for it."

She smiled back at him, hummed quietly and then tucked her head back into his chest.

Her mind drifted to the story he just told her and everything that happened in the last two days.

"Shane?"

"Yeah?"

"Can you promise me something?"

"Anything."

She swallowed and trailed her finger up and down his arm lightly. "Never leave me."

"Mitchie," He started seriously, "Nothing in the world could take me away from you. Ever."

A/N: Corny? Yes. But Awesome? HELL YES. Next chapter WILL be Shane, Danielle and Caley's confrontation. So please review!

Okay so let me explain The Gray family tree here. Obviously you are all aware of what Danielle and Caley are. Shane's father (who I just realized I still haven't given a name…any suggestions?) was also obviously once married to Danielle. Shane's father and Brown are half brothers; they have the same mother but not the same father hence the different last names. Also, Brown chose to live with his father in England and would visit the states occasionally throughout his childhood. And then when he reached of age, he moved to the states which is why he still has his strong accent. So there you go.