AN: This is gonna be a really long chapter, because I really have more
ideas for Shawn and Abigail than anyone else. If you're reading this story
mainly for anyone else, hold your damn horses. I'll get back to them as
soon as I can. Ciao for now Oh, and by the way, chapters 1, 2, and 3 have
been updated.
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Abigail and Shawn were walking through Central Park, late at night. It was kind of breezy, in an eerie sort of way, making the trees sway back and forth, and make noise against the walls around the zoo. But neither Shawn nor Abigail noticed. They were too wrapped up in conversation.
"Cory is kinda weird like that," Shawn shook his head, after telling Abigail the story of how he and Cory freaked out, upon hearing the news that Cory was moving to New York. "But then, Topanga got sick of his whining, and let me join them."
"I bet you were whining just as much..." Abigail smirked at him. "Come on, I know you two must be inseparable, to even give Topanga the thought of taking you to New York with her. She just doesn't seem like the type to do a favor out of nowhere..."
"She's actually not..." Shawn shrugged. "Maybe she just felt obliged, since Cory would whine for the rest of their natural lives, if she didn't."
"So, do you think it was a good decision that you came?" she asked him. "I mean, are you liking it here so far?"
"Yeah, it's cool, I guess. Kinda smoggy, and everything, but the people seem pretty nice. With the exception of the whole thug gangs and crap." Shawn elaborated.
"Yeah, if those people are nice, you or I must be, like, angels or something." Abigail laughed. "I hate to ask this question, and if it's a sensitive subject, don't answer me, but what's the deal with Angela, anyway?"
"Ugh..." Shawn closed his eyes. "It's ok, I'll answer you. She and I went through a lot, and just when I thought things were finally going great between us, I get the news that her father wants to take her to Paris. I mean, I didn't want her to go or anything, but I couldn't just tell her not to go. I never got to spend that much time with my father, and I couldn't deny her that privilege."
"Oh," Abigail frowned. "I'm sorry...I shouldn't have asked..."
"Don't worry about it..." Shawn shrugged. "It's in the past."
"Have you heard from her?" Abigail asked.
"No..." Shawn was on the verge of tears. "Maybe she's just happy there...she deserves to be, so it's ok."
Abigail looked sympathetically at him. "To let someone like you pass her by, Angela must have been insane. Maybe she'll come back, and take you back. Then you can be happy together..." the thought of losing Shawn, even though she didn't have him technically, depressed Abigail deeply. She tried not to show it though.
"Maybe," Shawn sighed. "But I bet there are men all over her there now..." he stopped when he heard his beeper go off. "Who could this be?" he asked himself. "Ugh, Cory..." he held it in his hand. "What could he possibly need? I have to take this...I'll be back...I'm just going to use the phone..."
"Ok," Abigail smiled. "Take your time..."
It was dark at night and Abigail was leaning up against the gate to the zoo. It was taking longer than it should have taken, and she was getting antsy. She got a feeling in her stomach, and started to feel like something bad was about to happen. She looked over her shoulder, feeling as though she was being watched. Was someone in the shadows behind her? What emergency could Cory have had, that would take Shawn so long to resolve? She knew that Cory was important to Shawn, but he knew that she was nervous when she was alone. She needed him to be there. Why did he even carry a beeper in the first place? All of these thoughts were flashing through her head, when suddenly she heard a familiar voice. She sighed. It was probably just her imagination getting carried away. But, the voices got closer and louder. Maybe this was one of those really weird hallucinations that her shrink had told her about. Maybe it represented something. But, then again, these voices sounded too real to be hallucinations.
"Yeah, Ronny, and when we find them, we'll take them for all they've got." A high-pitched voice rang from around the corner. She recognized it as Johnny Lopez, one of the thugs that harassed her. "Those runts will wish they'd never been born."
'I feel like I'm in a really bad '50s movie...' Abigail thought. 'Johnny, Donnie, Ronny...what about Frankie or Joey?' she asked herself, hugging close to the corner.
It was then when she saw with her own eyes what was coming at her, that she got really nervous. She saw the whole group walking in her direction. It was as if they were making a beeline for her, even though she knew that they didn't know she was there.
"Who's that? Is that who I think it is?" Joshy, one of the other thug boys, asked.
Abigail stupidly poked her head around the corner. 'What did I do that for?' she asked herself. 'Maybe they didn't see me...'
"Is it Abigail? Without her little watchdog?" Donnie asked.
Abigail attempted to make a run for it, only to be seized by the arms, by Ronnie and Davey.
Johnny leered. "We were just talking about you. Aren't we glad we caught you while you are still here?"
"That makes one of us," Abigail snidely remarked. "I'd like to get out of here if you don't mind."
"Oh but we do..." Donnie sardonically exclaimed. "Where is the watchdog anyway?"
"Not here thankfully." Abigail replied.
Johnny slowly approached Abigail, sneering all the way. But before he could touch her, Shawn rounded the corner, and saw the whole scene. Anger flushed through his whole body, his fists tightened, his eyes narrowed and he forcefully attacked Johnny with a series of punches.
In a heartbeat, all of Johnny's thugs with the exception of Ronnie and Davey (who still held Abigail's arms) were on top of Shawn, attacking him.
"SHAWN!" Abigail screeched, and fought to get away from Ronnie and Davey. "Let me GO!" she screamed. "LEAVE him ALONE!" she screamed at Johnny, Donnie, Joshy, Jamie and Jake. "GET OFF HIM! SHAWN!" she pulled away from Ronnie and Davey, and fought her way past the rest of them. "Get OFF him! Shawn? SHAWN?!" she screamed, pushing each thug off, one by one. She finally got to Shawn, who was lying in a heap on the ground. "Shawn?" she whispered. "Shawn, are you okay?" she asked, gently rolling him over.
"What about you..." Shawn groaned out. "Are you ok?" he asked gently.
"Yeah, I'm fine..." she wiped blood from his cheek. "Why did you do that?"
"Motivation, I guess..." he closed his eyes for a second. He could barely open his right eye. "Did I do what I was trying to, though?"
"What were you trying to do?" Abigail asked.
"Protect you..." Shawn gasped out. "Did I succeed?"
"Yeah..." Abigail smiled. "You did...are you gonna be ok, while I go call the hospital?"
"Are they gone?" he asked.
She looked around. "I think so...maybe I should bring you with me, just in case..."
"No, don't worry...ouch, shit!" he winced in pain, trying to sit up. "You go ahead, I'll be fine here for a couple of minutes."
"But I don't want to leave you. What if they come back? I couldn't bear to see you hurt anymore. It already hurts me to see you like this." She sounded like she could cry at any second.
"Just hope they don't. Seriously, just hurry, I'll be fine." He said as he carefully and slowly tried to sit up again.
"Let me help you move to a safe spot before I go..." She scanned the area, searching for a place where he could rest without being spotted by Johnny if he decided to come back. "Right there by the gate is a shadowy spot...try sitting there. I don't think they'll see you, and if they do, by then I'm pretty sure I'll be back."
Shawn grinned a little at the compassion of his new friend. She reminded him a lot of Angela. Why, even when faced with a total angel, did his mind suddenly track back to Angela? He didn't know, but he knew that it had to end soon. Either Angela had to come back, or he had to find out where she was and break it off, because he couldn't handle much more of it. As Abigail carefully escorted him to the shadowy spot, his mind was elsewhere. He was thinking of what Angela could possibly be doing. Was she in a bistro, sipping coffee, with some French 'Jean-Pierre,' who was three times the man Shawn would ever be? How could that thought even cross his mind? Angela loved him, and that's all there was to it.
"Are you gonna be okay?" Abigail asked.
"I'll be fine..." Shawn smiled at her. "Thanks, Abigail..."
"No problem..." she was worried. She hated seeing someone she cared about in even the smallest trace of pain, and someone she cared about as immensely as Shawn? Being in pain, on her account? She felt terrible.
Shawn watched Abigail walk away. He went into deep thought. In the condition he was in, all he could really do was think. He was starting to feel so deeply for Abigail. But, he couldn't. He didn't want to love anyone but Angela. He'd spent so much time believing Angela Moore was the one for him. Too much to let it all go for a girl he'd just met. But should he throw his chances with Abigail away, just to be with Angela? Or vice versa? He sighed as deeply as his tired lungs would let him. If Angela came back, he might act impulsively, and make the wrong choice. If he did, would he ever be presented with an opportunity with Abigail again? Maybe he should just make the best of what time he did have with her. But then, would Abigail even want to be his friend afterward? Could he risk that?
"The ambulance is on the way, Shawn..." Abigail sat beside him, talking softly, assuming he had a headache.
"Thanks a lot..." he was still deep in thought. "Abigail...I have a question..."
"Sure, go ahead..." Abigail replied.
"What if, hypothetically speaking, you and I got really involved," Shawn got nervous. "And then Angela came back...what would you want me to do?"
Abigail bit her bottom lip. "Well, first I'd have to know, hypothetically speaking of course," Abigail reassured him. "How much you love Angela..."
"Well, I'd more than likely say that I'd do anything at all for her. I would have gone with her to Paris if she asked me..." he told her.
"Well, then, hypothetically, I'd say I want you to go with her. If you love her that much, I'm not worth the risk." Abigail lied.
"You're not, or the relationship isn't?" Shawn asked.
"A little bit of both..." Abigail shrugged.
"You are..." he told her. "And the relationship is...would be...too."
Abigail knew he caught himself. "Still speaking hypothetically, of course." She rescued the 'hypothetical' conversation, knowing Shawn spoke more comfortable that way.
Shawn smiled at her, as widely as he could without hurting himself. There was something special about Abigail. That, he couldn't deny. And he couldn't control the feeling that was coming over him. He was falling in love, and it wasn't with Angela. But, he also got the feeling that something was about to happen, which would change even his friendship with Abigail. He got that thought out of his head, and decided to stick with the original plan to make the best of the time he did have with her.
***
Abigail and Shawn were walking through Central Park, late at night. It was kind of breezy, in an eerie sort of way, making the trees sway back and forth, and make noise against the walls around the zoo. But neither Shawn nor Abigail noticed. They were too wrapped up in conversation.
"Cory is kinda weird like that," Shawn shook his head, after telling Abigail the story of how he and Cory freaked out, upon hearing the news that Cory was moving to New York. "But then, Topanga got sick of his whining, and let me join them."
"I bet you were whining just as much..." Abigail smirked at him. "Come on, I know you two must be inseparable, to even give Topanga the thought of taking you to New York with her. She just doesn't seem like the type to do a favor out of nowhere..."
"She's actually not..." Shawn shrugged. "Maybe she just felt obliged, since Cory would whine for the rest of their natural lives, if she didn't."
"So, do you think it was a good decision that you came?" she asked him. "I mean, are you liking it here so far?"
"Yeah, it's cool, I guess. Kinda smoggy, and everything, but the people seem pretty nice. With the exception of the whole thug gangs and crap." Shawn elaborated.
"Yeah, if those people are nice, you or I must be, like, angels or something." Abigail laughed. "I hate to ask this question, and if it's a sensitive subject, don't answer me, but what's the deal with Angela, anyway?"
"Ugh..." Shawn closed his eyes. "It's ok, I'll answer you. She and I went through a lot, and just when I thought things were finally going great between us, I get the news that her father wants to take her to Paris. I mean, I didn't want her to go or anything, but I couldn't just tell her not to go. I never got to spend that much time with my father, and I couldn't deny her that privilege."
"Oh," Abigail frowned. "I'm sorry...I shouldn't have asked..."
"Don't worry about it..." Shawn shrugged. "It's in the past."
"Have you heard from her?" Abigail asked.
"No..." Shawn was on the verge of tears. "Maybe she's just happy there...she deserves to be, so it's ok."
Abigail looked sympathetically at him. "To let someone like you pass her by, Angela must have been insane. Maybe she'll come back, and take you back. Then you can be happy together..." the thought of losing Shawn, even though she didn't have him technically, depressed Abigail deeply. She tried not to show it though.
"Maybe," Shawn sighed. "But I bet there are men all over her there now..." he stopped when he heard his beeper go off. "Who could this be?" he asked himself. "Ugh, Cory..." he held it in his hand. "What could he possibly need? I have to take this...I'll be back...I'm just going to use the phone..."
"Ok," Abigail smiled. "Take your time..."
It was dark at night and Abigail was leaning up against the gate to the zoo. It was taking longer than it should have taken, and she was getting antsy. She got a feeling in her stomach, and started to feel like something bad was about to happen. She looked over her shoulder, feeling as though she was being watched. Was someone in the shadows behind her? What emergency could Cory have had, that would take Shawn so long to resolve? She knew that Cory was important to Shawn, but he knew that she was nervous when she was alone. She needed him to be there. Why did he even carry a beeper in the first place? All of these thoughts were flashing through her head, when suddenly she heard a familiar voice. She sighed. It was probably just her imagination getting carried away. But, the voices got closer and louder. Maybe this was one of those really weird hallucinations that her shrink had told her about. Maybe it represented something. But, then again, these voices sounded too real to be hallucinations.
"Yeah, Ronny, and when we find them, we'll take them for all they've got." A high-pitched voice rang from around the corner. She recognized it as Johnny Lopez, one of the thugs that harassed her. "Those runts will wish they'd never been born."
'I feel like I'm in a really bad '50s movie...' Abigail thought. 'Johnny, Donnie, Ronny...what about Frankie or Joey?' she asked herself, hugging close to the corner.
It was then when she saw with her own eyes what was coming at her, that she got really nervous. She saw the whole group walking in her direction. It was as if they were making a beeline for her, even though she knew that they didn't know she was there.
"Who's that? Is that who I think it is?" Joshy, one of the other thug boys, asked.
Abigail stupidly poked her head around the corner. 'What did I do that for?' she asked herself. 'Maybe they didn't see me...'
"Is it Abigail? Without her little watchdog?" Donnie asked.
Abigail attempted to make a run for it, only to be seized by the arms, by Ronnie and Davey.
Johnny leered. "We were just talking about you. Aren't we glad we caught you while you are still here?"
"That makes one of us," Abigail snidely remarked. "I'd like to get out of here if you don't mind."
"Oh but we do..." Donnie sardonically exclaimed. "Where is the watchdog anyway?"
"Not here thankfully." Abigail replied.
Johnny slowly approached Abigail, sneering all the way. But before he could touch her, Shawn rounded the corner, and saw the whole scene. Anger flushed through his whole body, his fists tightened, his eyes narrowed and he forcefully attacked Johnny with a series of punches.
In a heartbeat, all of Johnny's thugs with the exception of Ronnie and Davey (who still held Abigail's arms) were on top of Shawn, attacking him.
"SHAWN!" Abigail screeched, and fought to get away from Ronnie and Davey. "Let me GO!" she screamed. "LEAVE him ALONE!" she screamed at Johnny, Donnie, Joshy, Jamie and Jake. "GET OFF HIM! SHAWN!" she pulled away from Ronnie and Davey, and fought her way past the rest of them. "Get OFF him! Shawn? SHAWN?!" she screamed, pushing each thug off, one by one. She finally got to Shawn, who was lying in a heap on the ground. "Shawn?" she whispered. "Shawn, are you okay?" she asked, gently rolling him over.
"What about you..." Shawn groaned out. "Are you ok?" he asked gently.
"Yeah, I'm fine..." she wiped blood from his cheek. "Why did you do that?"
"Motivation, I guess..." he closed his eyes for a second. He could barely open his right eye. "Did I do what I was trying to, though?"
"What were you trying to do?" Abigail asked.
"Protect you..." Shawn gasped out. "Did I succeed?"
"Yeah..." Abigail smiled. "You did...are you gonna be ok, while I go call the hospital?"
"Are they gone?" he asked.
She looked around. "I think so...maybe I should bring you with me, just in case..."
"No, don't worry...ouch, shit!" he winced in pain, trying to sit up. "You go ahead, I'll be fine here for a couple of minutes."
"But I don't want to leave you. What if they come back? I couldn't bear to see you hurt anymore. It already hurts me to see you like this." She sounded like she could cry at any second.
"Just hope they don't. Seriously, just hurry, I'll be fine." He said as he carefully and slowly tried to sit up again.
"Let me help you move to a safe spot before I go..." She scanned the area, searching for a place where he could rest without being spotted by Johnny if he decided to come back. "Right there by the gate is a shadowy spot...try sitting there. I don't think they'll see you, and if they do, by then I'm pretty sure I'll be back."
Shawn grinned a little at the compassion of his new friend. She reminded him a lot of Angela. Why, even when faced with a total angel, did his mind suddenly track back to Angela? He didn't know, but he knew that it had to end soon. Either Angela had to come back, or he had to find out where she was and break it off, because he couldn't handle much more of it. As Abigail carefully escorted him to the shadowy spot, his mind was elsewhere. He was thinking of what Angela could possibly be doing. Was she in a bistro, sipping coffee, with some French 'Jean-Pierre,' who was three times the man Shawn would ever be? How could that thought even cross his mind? Angela loved him, and that's all there was to it.
"Are you gonna be okay?" Abigail asked.
"I'll be fine..." Shawn smiled at her. "Thanks, Abigail..."
"No problem..." she was worried. She hated seeing someone she cared about in even the smallest trace of pain, and someone she cared about as immensely as Shawn? Being in pain, on her account? She felt terrible.
Shawn watched Abigail walk away. He went into deep thought. In the condition he was in, all he could really do was think. He was starting to feel so deeply for Abigail. But, he couldn't. He didn't want to love anyone but Angela. He'd spent so much time believing Angela Moore was the one for him. Too much to let it all go for a girl he'd just met. But should he throw his chances with Abigail away, just to be with Angela? Or vice versa? He sighed as deeply as his tired lungs would let him. If Angela came back, he might act impulsively, and make the wrong choice. If he did, would he ever be presented with an opportunity with Abigail again? Maybe he should just make the best of what time he did have with her. But then, would Abigail even want to be his friend afterward? Could he risk that?
"The ambulance is on the way, Shawn..." Abigail sat beside him, talking softly, assuming he had a headache.
"Thanks a lot..." he was still deep in thought. "Abigail...I have a question..."
"Sure, go ahead..." Abigail replied.
"What if, hypothetically speaking, you and I got really involved," Shawn got nervous. "And then Angela came back...what would you want me to do?"
Abigail bit her bottom lip. "Well, first I'd have to know, hypothetically speaking of course," Abigail reassured him. "How much you love Angela..."
"Well, I'd more than likely say that I'd do anything at all for her. I would have gone with her to Paris if she asked me..." he told her.
"Well, then, hypothetically, I'd say I want you to go with her. If you love her that much, I'm not worth the risk." Abigail lied.
"You're not, or the relationship isn't?" Shawn asked.
"A little bit of both..." Abigail shrugged.
"You are..." he told her. "And the relationship is...would be...too."
Abigail knew he caught himself. "Still speaking hypothetically, of course." She rescued the 'hypothetical' conversation, knowing Shawn spoke more comfortable that way.
Shawn smiled at her, as widely as he could without hurting himself. There was something special about Abigail. That, he couldn't deny. And he couldn't control the feeling that was coming over him. He was falling in love, and it wasn't with Angela. But, he also got the feeling that something was about to happen, which would change even his friendship with Abigail. He got that thought out of his head, and decided to stick with the original plan to make the best of the time he did have with her.