A/N: More smitchie and some flashbacks. Be happy, coz I added the Smitchie in for you guys coz you're all so wonderful :D. Thank you and enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Camp Rock. I think we've established that fact very well.
Shane slid out of the limo, and then turned around to offer his hand to help Mitchie out.
"We're here!" He announced dramatically, and Mitchie giggled at his antics. "So, does it look familiar, even a little?" Mitchie pursed her lips and ran her eyes over the scenery and, in the background, the cabins, hesitating. After a second, she gloomily shook her head, glancing at him apologetically. Shane's smile dropped slightly, but he quickly masked it. "If this doesn't, then I know some place that will. Here, come with me." He pulled her towards the woods, and she followed him half-heartedly. It wasn't fair that she couldn't remember any of this. She wished, not for the first time, that she'd never lost her memory.
"Where are we going?"
"You'll see." He replied, "Close your eyes." Mitchie complied, and Shane led her forwards carefully. "Okay, you can open them now." Mitchie's eyes fluttered open, and she breathed in sharply.
"So, does your voice sound better over here?" Mitchie asked teasingly, smirking at Shane. He smiled up at her.
"Why don't we get in one of these things and you can find out?" He replied, and before she knew it, they were rowing in the middle of the lake.
"I don't think we're doing this right," She laughed, and Shane feigned offence.
"What, you don't like going in circles?" He asked, and Mitchie drew up her paddle, knowing it was useless to even try to get canoeing right. They were hopelessly horrible.
"So… have you found your special girl yet?" She questioned, changing the subject.
"Why, you jealous?" Shane raised his eyebrows, giving her a cocky grin.
"Jerk!" Mitchie replied after a second. It was the best she could come up with for now.
"Hey, being a jerk is part of the rock star image!" Shane defended, and Mitchie smiled at his joke.
"Keeping up an image is tiring," She replied honestly, her cheery disposition dropping in just the slightest. Mitchie frowned. What the heck did that mean?
"Yeah, but it keeps the posers away!" The image faded, leaving Mitchie confused yet content. Finally, she was able to remember without screaming in pain afterwards.
"Shane… when we were in the canoe out on the lake that one time, and I said, "keeping up an image can be tiring", what did I mean?" She asked curiously, tilting her head to stare at Shane, who squirmed ever so slightly under her gaze.
"It's a long, long story." He replied finally, looking away.
"We have time," Mitchie nodded towards the canoes, "Would you like to get in one of these and you can tell me… everything?"
"I lied… to everyone?" Mitchie breathed, looking on the verge of tears. "I can't believe… I was so stupid!" She groaned, smacking her head and sighing.
"Don't be so hard on yourself; I wasn't exactly bright either. I believed Tess over you, even though I really liked you. I was a real jerk back then. We both made mistakes, but it's in the past and done."
Mitchie sighed, closing her eyes and resting her head on Shane's chest.
"Do you want me to stop?"
"No, no, keep going." She listened silently as Shane continued the story. When he got to the part about their final canoe ride after Final Jam, Mitchie smiled happily. She'd had a great life back then, despite what she'd thought.
"But… what happened after camp?" She asked, and Shane hesitated.
"I don't know if I should say," He admitted, and Mitchie raised her head to look up at him.
"Aw, come on, tell me!" She pleaded, making a puppy-dog face. Shane bit his lip, torn between his common sense and what he wanted to do.
"Before I say anything, does the name, Adonis or Jamie ring a bell?" He ignored the voice that screamed, IDIOT! at him and watched Mitchie hesitantly.
"Why are you doing this? What's in it for you?" Mitchie asked, afraid of the answer. The man smirked.
"Why am I doing this… well, let's see. There are a lot of reasons but the main one is to get revenge at Shane." At that, Mitchie couldn't resist turning her head to stare at him in confusion.
"What does Shane have to do with this?"
"You ask too many questions! But, if you insist, Shane and I have some… issues that need to be resolved, and he won't come anywhere near me – doesn't trust me, the nerve of that boy! – so I figured if I had you then Shane wouldn't even argue about coming. It's all too easy. Shane thinks he's won but he doesn't know that now, he's lost." Mitchie burst into tears again, knowing the outcome of this would end in both her and Shane's downfall.
Mitchie gasped as she broke away from the memory, burying her face in her hands, not wanting to see any more. Shane pulled her into a hug, and the two sat in silence, each taking comfort in each other's presence.
"Who was that?" Mitchie questioned finally, managing to calm her racing heart. "He said… that he had issues he needed to resolve with you, and that he was using me to get to you, and… oh, it was so horrible!" She sniffed, trying to get her emotions under control.
"That was Adonis. He was my best friend, but he went to the dark side for a while," Mitchie laughed through her tears at that, "But… he saved you, us both, really, in the end."
"Really?" Mitchie's head shot up in surprise, and Shane nodded.
"Jamie gave order to shoot you, but Adonis refused, and actually tackled the shooter to the ground. But then…" Shane's expression darkened, "Jamie grabbed the gun himself and…" He stopped, breathing heavier before continuing, "He shot you. I don't know who he was aiming for when he started shooting, but… after that, Adonis called the hospital for you, and so really I have him to thank for the fact you're here." Mitchie leaned against Shane, hugging him reassuringly.
"I can't believe how much I put you through." She said in amazement. "And I can't believe how much you did for me." She smiled up at Shane gently.
"You remember, then?"
"Not all of it, but some of it. I remember you knocking down… Adonis' door and commanding them to release me I don't remember… Jamie though." She answered, her expression serious. "But… I can't believe that you would actually come and rescue me. You should have just left me."
"Don't say that, Mitch! I could never, ever leave you, and I never would, do you hear me?" Shane asked fiercely, and Mitchie raised her eyebrows and didn't respond. Shane sighed, and the two sat in the canoe, that conversation ending abruptly.
"I don't think we're any better at canoeing, you know." Mitchie admitted.
"Yeah, but at least we managed to get a little farther without going in circles! It's a miracle!" Shane yelled, making Mitchie laugh.
"You know what else is a miracle?" Mitchie asked, and Shane raised his eyebrows.
"Hmm?"
"That I managed to find someone as wonderful as you." She breathed, leaning closer to him. Shane smiled and kissed her gently.
"I'm the lucky one, you know." Shane grinned, and Mitchie tilted her head.
"Go on." She said, nodding her head. "Please do tell why."
"Think about it. I could have gotten stuck with one of those silly, crazy... insane fan girls, who could never, ever even attempt to understand the real Shane Gray, but instead, I found you. It's like we were made for each other."
"No, I do believe that I am the lucky one... oh wait, actually, no, I take that back. You didn't hit your head and loose your memory; I guess you are luckier." Shane stared at her sorrowfully, but she grinned at his expression, smacking him. "Aah, you're impossible! I was joking!" Immediately, his frown was replaced by a regretful expression.
"I can't believe I fell for that!"
"You are so vulnerable, pop star. It's all too easy to tease you."
"Hey!" Mitchie just smirked, and Shane reached over to grab her, which upset the balance of the canoe. The canoe tipped over, sending them plunging into the cold, icy lake water.
"Shane Gray, when we get on land, you're so dead!" Mitchie yelled, treading the water and shivering.
"If you promise not to kill me now, I'll help you back to shore, and you can attack me there." Shane offered, and Mitchie narrowed her eyes.
"Agreed." She replied eventually, and Shane wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her along. They both climbed out of the water, shaking from the cold. "Okay, we're out now. So... since you helped me, I'll give you a head start." Mitchie compromised, and Shane nodded, bolting off. Mitchie laughed and followed him after a moment. The two raced through the woods, neither sure exactly where they were going.
After about a half an hour, Shane slowed down, allowing Mitchie to catch up with him.
"Can't. Run. Any. More." Shane panted, placing his hands on his knees and bending over, trying to catch his breath. Mitchie nodded and collapsed next to him, breathing heavily.
"So, which way back towards camp?" Mitchie asked, glancing around at the dense foliage surrounding them.
"Huh? I thought you were paying attention."
"Oh yeah, I would know the way back, when I don't even remember ever being here before!" Mitchie rolled her eyes and Shane groaned. How had he managed to get them both lost? Of course, he should have paid attention to where they were headed. "Shane?" When he didn't respond, Mitchie tugged on his sleeve.
"Dang!" Shane moaned, "I think I've some how succeeded at getting us lost."
"You're kidding, right?" Mitchie questioned, staring at Shane in surprise. Shane shook his head stupidly. "Well done, pop star. How do you plan on getting us out of this fix?"
"Uhh... start walking?" Shane replied, giving her a weak smile. She shrugged.
"I suppose it couldn't hurt. We can't just wait here for someone to find us." She stood, taking his hand, and the couple began to try to backtrack the way they had come.
After another hour, the two had to admit they were hopelessly lost.
"I was such an idiot leaving my cell phone behind!"
"You? What about me? I should have grabbed my phone!" Shane ranted.
"We're both stupid, I'll agree."
"You didn't have to agree with me, you know, Mitch." Shane replied, and Mitchie grinned.
"I know." She joked, but deep inside she was afraid. Would they ever get out of here? The sun was all ready starting to set, and soon it would be dark.
"Come on, let's keep moving."
"Are you sure? I mean, what if we're going the wrong way? What... what if we're really heading away from camp?" Mitchie asked worriedly, the thoughts swirling through her head.
"We'll make it out, Mitch. You just have to trust me." Shane said gently, and Mitchie sighed.
"I trust you. Now get me out of here!"
"Patience..."
"If you don't get me out of here this instant..." Mitchie began, but Shane put a finger to her lips.
"Calm down. I'm nervous too. But we will find our way out of here." Mitchie sighed, and her shoulders dropped.
"Fine. I'm sorry. Which way do you think we should go?" Shane hesitated, glancing around at their surroundings, and then up at the setting sun, biting his lip.
"Let's head this way." He replied, pointing north.
"If you're sure." Mitchie shrugged, and, still holding Shane's hand, the two began their trek back towards camp.
"I knew it! I'm just a tracker by nature, I guess!" Shane triumphed as Mitchie and he stumbled back onto camp grounds.
"Yeah, or you just finally realized that if you followed our footprints, they would lead us back here." Mitchie teased. Finally the fear of being lost had dissolved and she felt content knowing they were safe now.
"Hey... well, if you know so much, why didn't you mention that two hours ago?" Shane asked, and Mitchie frowned.
"Oh my gosh, I'm so stupid!" She laughed, smacking herself. "Why didn't I think of that earlier? We could have been back here at least an hour ago."
"Gee, way to go Mitch."
"But, if I'd done that," Mitchie replied smugly, "Then I couldn't say you were my knight in shining armor, could I?"
"I guess not. And I must say, I love being your knight in shining armor." Shane teased, and Mitchie rolled her eyes.
"Goodnight, pop star. I'm off to my cabin with Caitlyn."
"Can you find it all right?" Shane asked at once, stepping forwards.
"Duh! That would be pretty sad if I forgot where my own cabin was, wouldn't it?" Mitchie raised her eyebrow, shaking her head. Shane sucked in his breath, hardly daring to hope.
"Where is it?" He questioned softly.
"Argh, you pop stars! I'm fine; I can find my own way around. But since you're so persistant, it's right over there." Mitchie pointed, and Shane's eyes widened. She was right.
"Uhh, Mitch, how did you know that?" Mitchie turned slowly to face him, understanding finally dawning on her.
"I remembered, didn't I?" She whispered, surprise showing clearly in her brown eyes. Shane nodded.
"You must have. Because neither Caitlyn, Nate, or I told you that." Mitchie squealed in delight and pulled Shane into a hug. The two stood there, enjoying the moment, when Mitchie yawned.
"You'd better get some sleep." Shane suggested, reluctantly breaking free of Mitchie's grasp.
"Yeah. See you in the morning, pop star." Mitchie smiled, waving at him as she jogged towards Caitlyn's cabin. Shane stared after her, his eyes sparkling and an feeling of joy spreading through his entire body before he went inside his own cabin.