Title: Floating Up

Chapter 11: Hero

Author: Kora

E-mail: KrazyKora@aol.com or WinterViolet24@aol.com

Rating: R

Disclaimer: The following characters belong to WWE and all the people and companies who deal with all that legal stuff. I am simply using the characters for my own twisted enjoyment. All warnings featured on Part 1.

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Last time I talked to you

You were lonely and out of place

You were looking down on me

Lost out in space

Laid underneath the stars

Strung out and feeling brave

Watch the riddles glow

Watch them float away

You're falling back to me

The star that I can't see

I know you're out there

Somewhere out there

You're falling out of reach

Defying gravity

I know you're out there

Somewhere out there

-Our Lady Peace, 'Somewhere Out There'

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Shawn sat on his bed at home, idly tossing playing cards into a cowboy hat across from him, his thoughts glazing over all that had happened. When he had first woken up everyone had been all over him, suffocating him.

First Stephanie and Nash had doused him with apologies, both feeling responsible, in their own way, for what had happened to him. Then there was Vince and Shane, wanting to know if he remembered anything from the night he was attacked that would help with the investigation, and then there had been the doctors explaining what had happened and wanting to run tests.

Shawn had eventually managed to get it all into some semblance of order. The doctors, naturally, came first. They'd given him a complete run down of his condition as well as what they believed had happened to him. Then he'd gone through weeks of arduous tests all to conclude that while he had taken a massive blow to the head and had needed a boatload of stitches he was otherwise worse for wear. His memory of the night he'd been struck were slightly fuzzy but all in all he was a star patient.

This, of course, brought a great damper to Vince and Shane's questions and therefore dealt with their end easily enough. Yet Vince still couldn't help but toss in his last two cents. Even though his head was almost entirely healed, Vince still thought it better if Shawn continue to have time off. The attacker was still lurking about and if he found out Shawn had survived he would be less than pleased. There was every chance he would strike again. Better for Shawn to lay low in case he decided to hit a second time.

He had managed to get out of the hospital, thank god, but he still needed check-ups. He had to admit the time at the hospital had brought some interesting things to mind though. He had had many visitors drop in, most of them co-workers. Of course there had been Shane, Kevin, and Stephanie but he'd also had the joy of seeing Jeff Hardy, Stacy Keibler, Kane, and many others. He had to admit that it made one reflect on what an impact they left in people's lives, no matter how small or insignificant it may have seemed.

In a way this little fact had lightened his days but most things before him held a great weight of darkness. Dealing with all the constant apologies had been one of them. He had merely waved them off and said quietly that he didn't hold anyone responsible or blame them. These comments had been genuine but there was still something lurking under the surface. No one knew what and they didn't ask and Shawn preferred it that way.

Something was eating away at him and out of all of them, Shawn could tell that Nash noticed the most. He was the one who had picked him up from the hospital when he'd been released and driven him to the airport. He'd accused him of brooding and Shawn had asked him politely not to talk, just drive. Shawn knew he was probably wondering what was going on inside his head but had yet to ask.

Ever since he had woken up he'd been…distant. Like his thoughts were a million miles away and Shawn knew Nash was normally the kind to be up front about things. Grill him until he got the answers he wanted but at the same token, he also had to contend with his 'big brother' mode which was currently in overdrive. He just couldn't force his friend to talk about whatever was bothering him. Especially considering all that had happened.

It was easy to see Nash was dying with curiosity. But he managed to keep his mouth closed the entire time they rode to the airport and even after he and Shawn had parted ways. Shawn knew he most likely planned to get to the bottom of the problem later, when he had had just a little more time to heal. And frankly, Shawn wasn't sure if he'd be able to resist him when he asked what was wrong.

After all, eventually he would have to tell someone what he had seen. And boy what he'd seen….

Shawn cursed as the next card he tossed missed the hat. He'd managed to get almost the entire deck in and missing now ruined his perfect score. He knew it was a stupid game to play. And a waste of time. But what else was he supposed to do? He had to keep his mind off of Hunter and Stephanie. Hell, everyone had come to visit him after he'd woken up save Hunter.

Oh sure, he'd seen him milling about outside his hospital room but he'd never actually gone inside and talked to him. Instead he seemed to stand on the outskirts of his room, as if afraid to enter. Shawn had all ready noted that most of the time when he came, it was with Stephanie. God, he could still see them kissing, the vision burned into his retinas. After all, not many people forgot the first thing they saw coming out of a coma, especially when it was that. Something shocking and life changing and…

Shawn cursed again, louder this time and tossed the rest of the pack aside in disgust. Then he knocked the hat off the bed, spilling more cards on his bedroom floor. He rose to his feet and scratched the back of his head. The air in his house was warm and muggy. He knew the temperature outside had to be well over ninety but he had yet to turn the air on, he hadn't felt like it. The gray cotton t-shirt he was wearing clung tightly to his skin and he thought about peeling it off and taking a shower when the doorbell rang.

He scowled, who the hell was at his front door? He wasn't expecting anyone. He took a quick glance at the clock. It wasn't too far into the evening just yet, maybe it was UPS or something. With a weary sigh he got to his feet and walked to the front door. He popped it open and looked through the thin screen door. His eyes widened as he saw Stephanie standing there, looking perfect as can be, holding a simple white cake box.

Her skin was coated with a light sheen of sweat but it seemed to only cause her skin to glow, highlighting her beauty. She wore a simple brown dress with loose spaghetti straps that seemed to have a hard time clinging to her shoulders. Her hair was down and the ends seemed to stir under a breezeless wind, the stickier strands pushed back off her forehead by a headband. She gave him a tentative smile, one corner of her mouth lifted adorably higher that the other as she said, "I brought you something sweet."

Shawn frowned and suddenly wondered if he was dreaming when she gave a nervous giggle, "Are you going to let me in? This is an ice cream cake so it's probably all ready melting…"

"Yeah, yeah, come in, of course," Shawn muttered and opened the screen door that had stood between them. Stephanie stepped inside and looked around, "I see your place hasn't changed much since the last time I came down."

"Thanks, I think," Shawn said softly, eyes still downcast. He had to admitted when he'd first heard the doorbell ring, he had wished it was her. Seeing it was, was like a dream come true but with it came the tightening of the hard knot inside him. His mind flashing to her and Hunter's kiss. This reminder significantly brought down his all ready low mood.

She moved sprightly about, her heels clicking on his hard wood floors as she headed straight for the kitchen. She had only been over a handful of times but all ready had the lay of the place down flat. Shawn grumbled under his breath, following behind her happy wake.

She seemed in such high spirits, he hated to bring her down but felt he'd have no luck in that arena. He was down, so it was only a matter of time until he'd make her that way too, his surly attitude sure to rub off on her. Unless of course, he found some way to take her out of the equation.

This new thought intrigued him as they entered his kitchen. He took a seat up on one of the counters while Stephanie looked for a few plates and utensils. She found them easily enough, remarking off handedly, "Remember the last time I came over? We played that Playstation 2 Waltman sent you."

Shawn couldn't help but give a half-hearted smile at the memory, "Oh yeah, he got me 'Smackdown: Shut Your Mouth'. He was happy they had finally put me in a game with good graphics."

Stephanie shook her head, tongue clucking, "It was so sad that I was better at playing Lita than I was myself. But dammit, she has better moves than my character does!"

"Yeah, but it could have been worse," Shawn muttered.

"Ah-huh, I think you're referring to how I beat you playing Stacy Keibler in that Intergender Match."

"Who knew you'd be such a game buff," Shawn said darkly but his amusement was obvious. Stephanie merely gave a sparkling laugh and a shrug of her shoulders, "What can I say? I am the dominant female…of Playstation!"

She continued to chuckle over this as she opened the box and showed it to him. Shawn could see it was a chocolate ice cream cake covered with crushed-up oreos, the top covered with one thin layer of white icing and written on it in blue gel were the words 'Welcome back, Shawn'. Shawn couldn't help but keep smiling as Stephanie cut into the cake. She took out two pieces and then put the rest of the cake in his freezer. She handed him a plate and a fork, "Eat quick, it's all ready pretty melted."

"Well what did you expect buying an ice cream cake in Texas?" Shawn asked as he took the plate from her and took a few bites.

"I know, I know but I just think ice cream cake is the best," Stephanie said and took a big bite, then talked through a mouthful to add, "especially with oreos."

Shawn couldn't argue there and they ate in silence. Stephanie kept catching glances at Shawn when she thought he wasn't looking and once Shawn was finished with his cake he asked, "So what brought you all the way here?"

"You and I haven't gotten to…talk much since you've woken up. Nor have we spent a minute alone together and I just thought it'd be nice to get a chance to. Besides, like you, I'm still mandated to time off by my Dad. I had nothing else to do and figured a trip to Texas might be fun." She said, swaying from foot to foot as she continued to idly pick at her cake.

Shawn looked at her and felt an unexpected wave of lust roll through him. It wasn't uncommon when he was around her but this particular surge was more powerful than most. Right at this moment she looked so damn desirable he found himself clutching to the edge of the counter.

Her skin was still glowing attractively from sweat and she kept fiddling with the droopy dress straps. They didn't seem content to rest on her shoulders, instead falling to loop lazily around her arms. She ate her food slowly and the desert kept leaving these little patches of sweetness on her lips, Shawn could almost imagine how it would taste. Sweet chocolate and Stephanie herself. And then there was the heady smell of her…

Shawn wanted to curse for the third time in the last hour but held it in check. He knew the smart thing to do would be to ask about Hunter but then he'd never been accused of being very smart. No, he much rather felt like sulking and slowly hopped off the counter, he opened his mouth to say something but Stephanie cut him off, "Where's Rufus?"

Rufus was a stray dog that had the nasty habit of wandering around Shawn's property. He had seriously considered for a long time taking the dog in as a pet but felt it wouldn't be the best idea. He would never be home to feed the damn thing. Though Rufus sure had lived long enough without a master. First time Stephanie had come over she had seen him and Shawn had told her the story about the dog. After all, it was impressive how every time he came home the dog was still there. Alive and healthy enough.

"I haven't seen him yet today but he's sure to come around. Like I said in the past, it's like he has radar. He always seems to know when I'm home."

"I wanted to give him some of the cake."

"Sweets aren't good for dogs, you know. It can kill 'em."

"Oh. No, I didn't," Stephanie frowned, "Still, I could give him something to eat. He sure is a cute thing."

"I thought most girls akin puppies to being cute, not full grown dogs."

"I don't care if he's grown. He's adorable. I'm telling you, you should get him his shots and take him as a pet."

"I told you then what I'm going to tell you now, it wouldn't work. There'd be no one to take care of him here. He'd die. And there's no way I'd cart him around from show to show. That just seems cruel. No, better he's free to run the Texas plains. Besides, I'm sure someone else looks after him too or otherwise he'd be tail up by now." Shawn assured her.

Still she pouted, "Yeah, I guess. You know I told Hunter about him when we went out recently to-"

"Hunter, huh?" Shawn tossed out gruffly, a frown on his face. His mood had been pretty mild up until his name was mentioned. Now he felt like the one who should be pouting. It was horrible, acting like a rejected teenager with his tail between his legs. He really needed to snap his backbone back into place. But at this moment he just felt too touchy to bother and he sighed, "You know, I had been planning on taking a shower before you showed up so-"

"Oh! Opps, I'm sorry! Okay, well, I'll just sit in the living room and wait for you. When you're done then you and I can plan on doing something. Maybe there's a good movie on or Rufus'll show up or something, you know, no rush," she said cheerily enough and walked out of the kitchen.

Shawn rolled his eyes, wishing she'd take a hint. Instead he let out another sigh and left the kitchen as well. He went into his bedroom, walking over cards as he went. He opened the door to his adjacent bathroom and clicked on the lights. He rested against the doorpost a moment or two, wondering how he was going to deal with an evening full of Stephanie. He knew eventually he would end up asking about Hunter and he would receive answers he wouldn't like.

But better to get it out of the way soon, right? There were a lot of things that had been going through his mind lately besides that and he knew that sooner or later he'd have to confront her about them. He had hoped to push it off longer but now was as good a time as any. It wasn't going to get any easier.

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Stephanie sat on the couch, flipping through a magazine she'd found nearby. She had been excited to see Shawn but she could tell something was up with him. Something had been since he'd woken up. He seemed so different. She didn't imagine he had taken the news of why he had been attacked very well. Despite what he said, he must hold some resentment towards her. How else could she explain his dotty behavior? He had barely spoken to her since he'd come out of the coma. She was the one who had to put forth effort to get anything out of him. What else could she have done wrong?

You didn't do anything else, he blames you for the shot across the head and who could blame him? Her thoughts hissed. His involvement with you was the reason he got that punishment. If you didn't force him to be your hero, none of this would have happened. Or have you forgotten that the attacker is most likely watching you? He sees you with Shawn, sees how close you are and thanks to that, Shawn suffers. Just like he promised.

Stephanie shuddered and put the magazine down, resting her hands on her bare arms. All these thoughts were eating away at her and she couldn't stand it. She rose to her feet and wandered to Shawn's room. She knew he had said he wanted to take a shower but she didn't think she could wait. She didn't hear his shower running so she cautiously eased the door open.

She had only seen Shawn's room in passing, so entering it now caused a strange sensation to move through her. It was as if she had done something terribly forbidden and exciting. His room was very basic, nothing truly special or spectacular about it, save for a bunch of playing cards spilled across the room. She looked at them in wonder then opened her mouth to say his name when her vision smacked straight on him. He stood in the doorway of his bathroom, his back to her, as he took the ends of his shirt and slowly drew it up over his head.

Stephanie gasped but the sound wasn't audible enough for him to turn around. Her eyes widened as she slowly found herself gravitating forward. She swallowed, her throat thick as she edged closer and closer, only an arm's length away. Shawn scratched the back of his head and let out another breath, unaware that Stephanie was watching him from behind.

For some reason, seeing him remove his shirt made a sliver of desire dance through her system, her eyes feasting on the wide expanse of his bare back. She could see small white scars along his spine and she knew they had to have been from his operations. His tan had faded from the days spent in the hospital, highlighting them and her fingers itched to touch them. Against her own volition, they reached out and did so gently.

Shawn's breath sucked in swiftly and he turned, wide-eyed. Stephanie backed up slightly, hand still raised in mid-air and he could see her throat move visibly, her eyes watering. Her lips trembled and she looked ready to apologize but the words died in her throat at the look Shawn shot her.

His eyes were so dark, so hungry. The look surprised her. She had always thought that if she saw that in a man's eyes again she'd be frightened or in the least apprehensive but at this moment she felt nothing but full reciprocation, her own lithe form almost shaking beneath the weight of the sudden want that pulse through her.

Her fingers eased forward again, this time resting on his naked chest. Her breath came out in a soft pant as she traced the tips of her fingers over his skin. It was smoother than she had expected, softer. There was crisp hair curling on his chest and she found this oddly erotic. All the men she had ever been attracted to had had shaved chests-Hunter, Andrew, Kurt, Jericho…it had been part of the job. Most women found it more attractive. At this moment she didn't even see how that was possible.

She ran her fingers through it tenderly, slowly testing it with inquisitive interest. Shawn merely looked at her with a bearly restrained passion, his nostrils flaring slightly at her actions. He suddenly snatched his own hand out, taking firm hold of her questing one. Stephanie's eyes locked with his and her mouth moved again to speak but still no words would come. Especially not with the way he was looking at her.

Another pulse of heat bolted through her veins and she felt it weigh down in the most intimate parts of her body. The air was suddenly thick and she felt like she was drowning, unable to breathe as he held her hand in his own. His eyes never wavering from hers as he gently lifted her fingers to his mouth. He kissed the ends cautiously, then his tongue dashed out for a quick taste, causing a bottled moan to escape her throat.

Shawn brought one finger into his mouth, sucking softly and Stephanie thought her eyes would roll back into her head. She watched it disappear into his mouth, could feel the moist, wet heat of his mouth teasing her skin and her whole body felt like an exposed wire. So sensitive to every single stimulation. And still those eyes looked at her.

He released her hand and tugged her close, his hands brushing along the exposed column of neck, running over the drooping straps of her dress. He toyed with them slightly, making sure they stayed down as he lowered his head and breathed her in, the scent of her filling his senses, his lips gusting over her skin. Another sound escaped her throat as her fingers curled into his hair, feeling the silky strands. She remembered vaguely wanting to do this long ago and found it to be as wonderful as she always thought it would be.

His own musky scent was barreling over her, making her want to lick her lips in anticipation. Her whole being was humming and she wished he'd just kiss her all ready. She wished he'd do something to her, anything, when suddenly he rocked back on his heels, drawing away from her.

Shawn shook his head, his breathing coming out ragged. When he spoke his voice was so gruff she bearly recognized it, "We can't do this."

Stephanie let out another pant to catch her missing breath and when she answered she found her own voice surprisingly deep, "Why not?"

"Stephanie, you and I need to talk…" Shawn trailed off, and the earlier passion in his eyes was replaced with fresh pain, "And god help me, I can't hold it off any longer."

Stephanie frowned, her body slowly sinking back down to earth, "What's wrong?"

Everything, Shawn didn't say, instead grabbing his shirt and tugging it on. Once he was dressed he opted for saying, "Stephanie, we can't go on like this."

"Like what?" Stephanie asked, surprised by the pitch the question carried. She wasn't enjoying Shawn's swift change in attitude nor his implication. She had a bad feeling about where he planned on carrying this conversation.

"You know what I mean, me and you, buddy-buddy, it just isn't," Shawn sighed, "Stephanie," Shawn paused finding the next words he had to say extremely difficult, "I'm feeling things. Things I shouldn't."

"What do you feel?"

"Steph…I think that's pretty obvious."

"Shawn…"

"Let me finish," he snapped. He didn't mean to be harsh but this had been hanging on him forever, "What I feel is highly inappropriate and-and wrong, everything considered. I want to be your friend, Stephanie. I love being your friend and I wish I could be forever and that's all I could be but I just...don't feel like that anymore. Don't think I can and don't think I can keep pretending and with everything going on and happening you and me we just…I think we should spend some time apart."

Stephanie swallowed again, albeit this time for different reasons, as her voice wobbled, "You don't mean that. You wouldn't leave me. Not now. Not when…"

"This is the best time, Stephanie. The perfect time. And even if it wasn't, I don't have a choice. This is the best thing for the both of us." Shawn said softly.

"Maybe for you but not for me so don't you assume anything!" Stephanie cried, her voice showing her hurt, "You tell me why our not being friends anymore is good for me! You tell me why you staying away from me is good for me! Or better yet, why it's suddenly so gosh darn good for you!"

"Stephanie, that son of a bitch is out there!" Shawn snarled, his voice full of unexpected venom. He hadn't meant for things to twist this way but they had and he found himself unable to restrain his emotions, "He's out there and he's watching you and he's watching me and us being together is like hitting two birds with one stone! He's just going to keep coming after us until he gets what he wants and if we're separated it'll make things harder for him. He'll slip up and make a mistake and they'll catch him but if we're together we run a greater risk of getting caught and-"

"Excuses!" She hissed, "These are just excuses! Why are you lying to me! Why don't you just be honest! Do you not want to be around me because of what happened? Because he almost killed you! Put you in a coma! Admit it! You blame me! You know about the photo! He said he'd make everyone suffer because of me and you believe him and you are worried for your own damn skin and you-you blame me! Just admit it!"

"That's not it, Stephanie! I don't blame you for this!" Shawn said, tapping a finger to his head.

"Then what is it! Don't lie to me! Be honest! Tell me the truth! What's the real reason you don't want to be my friend anymore and-and be with me! Please, after all we've been through you can't just give me excuses! I deserve better than that, don't I? Tell me." She was losing it, tears all ready escaping.

Shawn hated this more than anything. Hated hurting her and Hunter's name rested on the tip of his tongue but he refused to say it. Stephanie began to make reasons for him, "Is it one of the girls you've been dating? Have you been getting more serious and…"

"No, no," Shawn sighed, then added briskly, "Those girls, let me tell you about those girls. I made them up. Every single one of them. I haven't been on a date forever to tell you the truth and sometimes when I said I was out with Shane I wasn't. I was just alone sleeping or…"

"So you've been lying!" Stephanie whispered, wounded, "The last thing I need in my life right now is someone lying to me!"

"I know that! That's the whole point of…look, it would only be for a little while. Once we've caught him…"

"Fuck that! Fuck him!" She cried, "I don't give a shit about him or any of that! All I care about is you!"

"THEN YOU HAVE TO STOP!" Shawn shouted, the room shaking under the volume of his voice. Stephanie pulled back as if he'd slapped her and he cursed, "Jesus, Stephanie, all you talk about and think about and care about is me and that can't continue. You have to look after yourself now. Your needs. I am sick of being your hero, I can't do it anymore!"

Stephanie sniffled, "I know I've put unfair pressure on you. I realized that when you were in the coma and I've all ready resolved not to do it anymore. So please, Shawn, don't…don't leave me. Not now."

Shawn felt his own eyes being pricked at and turned away, unable to look at her anymore. Stephanie continued to drill in, feeling she was winning, "This isn't about that, is it? You…you mentioned feelings. What do you feel?"

Shawn shook his head, his voice soft, "It's not important."

"It is to me. Please, Shawn…"

"My feelings…I had no right to bring them up. Everything you've been through…"

"I don't care. You're my friend and despite what's going on in my life I'd like to know. You've given me so much, let me give back."

Shawn turned back to face her, "I can't! I can't expect you to-"

Stephanie cut him off, furious, "You want to talk about being sick! I'm sick of people bring it up! Of people thinking if they say one little thing or put any kind of pressure on me I'll break in two! I was raped. Yes, I was and do I have to deal with it day in and day out? Of course I do, especially since I remembered it. I had to step up my therapy with Doctor Holden and I still have to struggle with STD tests and AIDS tests and I put up with it but that's all people talk to me about anymore…it's not my life! Not forever, I want to move on…"

"And you can't! Not if he won't let you! And he won't Stephanie, he's going to keep tormenting you just like you said and he's never going to stop until we catch him and our spending time away from each other is the perfect way to-"

"No!" Stephanie cried again and reached out, shaking his shoulders roughly,

"Please don't do this to me! Don't leave me!"

"Stephanie, you have a lot of people to help you through this. You don't need me anymore. At least not right now. You're too attached to me as it is and it's not healthy. You say you're sick of everyone talking about the rape and reminding you of it and that's what I am, honey. I'm reminder of that night and I always will be. When you see me, I'm afraid you'll just see that night and I can't bear that."

"But I don't," Stephanie whispered weakly, her grip loosening. She sat on the edge of his bed, feeling as if she was almost being dragged down, unable to stand. Shawn joined her, holding her gently.

"Maybe not right now but, honey, you'd be better off with other people who don't make you think of then and…and in time it'll get better without me. Your life was better without me in the first place, before the rape. If you want things to go back to normal then you have give me up. I can't always support you, Steph. Sometimes you just have to stand on your own."

Stephanie reared up and pushed him away, disgusted, "You don't think I know that! I am fine enough on my own, Mr. Michaels! I can take care of myself! You think I'm just looking at you through rose colored glasses. What? Because I say you're my hero? My rock? Yes, you are but not because of that night! Maybe at first you were but now I've realized it's because you're my friend!

"My first true friend outside my family. My feelings for you, my caring for you, is not a weakness. It's quite the opposite; I think my feelings for you make me stronger. But obviously it's not the same for you. Where I look at our feelings and relationship as positive, you only see negative things. And now, what, you want to turn your back on me and not tell me the real reason you want to…no, you know what? You want out? You want to believe your little excuses and leave me alone with-with all of this! Then fine! You can do that!"

Stephanie rose to her feet, "You're right, I do have people who will stand behind me and take care of me when the time comes but also like you said, I can protect myself. When he tries to make another hit I'll get him and at last I'll be free and maybe then you can come to me on your knees and ask for a place in my life and I may consider it, But not until you stop being a coward and tell me the truth!"

Stephanie stormed out and Shawn watched her go. That could have gone better, he thought. He got to his feet and walked outside to his back yard. He sat on the porch, arms crossed. He fumed for a few moments then finally gave into a roar, punching one of the wooden supports, shaking the roof above his head. He cursed as his fist throbbed. He rested his face in his hands and sighed heavily. He rested this way a few moments when he heard a wet 'woof'. He looked up to see Rufus.

The dog licked his wounded hand and Shawn sighed, petting him behind the ears, "Hey there, boy."

Rufus leaned up into the touch letting out a keen whine. Shawn scratched his back, mumbling under his breath, "No, Stephanie isn't here."

He looked out at the horizon, adding softly, "I don't know if she'll ever be here again."

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**Before you groan and say 'Oh god, now they have a dog, isn't this just picture perfect', I would like to stress that while I have these over-the-top, soap-operaish moments (Like when Shawn woke up just in time to see Hunter and Stephanie kiss, and how, as Nicole was astute enough to pointed out, everyone is in love with Stephanie) I do it ALL with good reason.

See, when I write it's like separate puzzle pieces but it all comes together in the end to form a nifty picture! So please be patient and do not start to think I've gone too cliché. I promise in the end you'll be satisfied with the full thing…or you'll flog me, one or the other! All I can ask from you is two words: trust me. ;)