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A/N: All right. 154 reviews!! Hot damn!! You guys are all awesome. You know that don't you? Hopefully you do, and if you don't, well, I'm telling you now!! I love all of you guys for taking the time to review this story. It means a hell of a lot to me that it has gotten this many. I hope that I don't let any of you down in any of the chapters to come. Simply because whatever is in these chapters is not coming from a notebook (which is how I normally do this), it is coming straight from my head, so I don't get to look over it like I normally do. So if something sucks, I'm totally and utterly sorry. I'm just trying to tell you to please bear with me. I got to meet a person on the St. Louis Rams football team today!! Almost didn't get to because I almost missed the bus. (It wasn't my fault, I swear!!) Could be a very long story, so I won't get into it..... BTW, Skittle, you just guessed correctly on who your attacker was. Not a whole lot of planning went into it.
XA/N: Basically, everything is going to hell, and everyone's in bad shape.
The doctors continued to poke and pry on JB. Shawn closed his eyes and went to sit down in one of the closest chairs to him. His life was turning for the worse yet again.
*
Lizzie finally got her answer as to what the hell was going on. At that point, she also remembered what it was that JB had to tell Shawn. Lizzie slapped a hand to her forehead. How could she have forgotten about **that**?
JB had to tell Shawn that she was pregnant.
Lizzie smirked. She knew how much in love the two were, and she hoped that this would only cement the love they had. That brought on another thought.
How was everyone else doing?
Lizzie buzzed the nurse again, while her room phone began to ring.
*
Skittle woke up to find herself tied to a chair. She vaguely noticed that someone was setting up a camera in front of her. The last thought that ran through her mind before she blacked out again was about how Jeff was doing.
*
Rockie and Rock were still playing cards in the waiting room. They wondered how everyone else was doing, and decided to start making rounds to find out.
*
Akila stroked Jeff's hair as he mumbled in his sleep.
"I-I can't.....do this anymore......you and I aren't made for each other....please don't cry Skittle.....I didn't want you to...." He mumbled. Akila blinked. He broke up with her?? For what???? And why did she still like him, which she obviously still did??????? Was she stupid or something?? Akila pondered these questions, when she saw that it was starting to rain. The phone in her room began to ring.
*
Steph and Kurt were talking and simply enjoying each other's company, when the phone in the room rang. Steph answered it.
"Hello?" she asked.
"YoU MiGhT HaVe LiVeD, BuT TwO Of YoUr FrIeNdS WiLl NoT. I CaN GuArAnTeE It." The voice said, then hung up. The voice was completely unable to be recognized.
Steph hung up the phone and buzzed the nurse while Kurt stared at her strangely.
*
Shawn lifted his head as the doctor exited the OR. Shawn quickly stood up.
"Is she ok? Will everything be all right?? What happened???" Shawn asked anxiously. The doctor motioned for Shawn to settle down, and that he would tell him everything.
"Apparently someone sabotaged her air supply. They were smart enough to fill it with something that would trigger her asthma-"
"She has asthma?" Shawn cut in. The doctor looked a little surprised, but continued nonetheless.
"Yes, she has asthma, and I am surprised that you didn't know about it, since you claim to be the father of her child. Anyways, the person filled her air supply with an allergen that her asthma reacted sharply to. We had to force open her airways so that she could at least breathe when we ran into another problem."
"What was that?"
"The phone in the OR rang and the person on the other line said something to the effect of she would not live through this, and if she did, she wouldn't be living for very much longer. After that, the person hung up." The doctor said. Shawn nodded and urged the doctor to get to the results of the operation.
"We were able to save her life-"
"That's wonderful Doc, now what about the baby?"
"If you'd kindly let me finish, I would tell you. We were.....unable to save the child. The mother's reaction to the allergen that was put through her airways had serious repercussions on the child, and subsequently, she lost it. I'm sorry." The doctor said before turning to head up to ICU. Shawn sat down hard in the chair behind him.
"No....no..." He said, over and over again.
*
On the floor right above him, Chris Jericho opened his eyes in time to see someone going over and shutting off all of his life support systems. Someone who looked painfully familiar.
**
Hope it was good!! Now onto the real story!!
**
Shawn noticed the gas that began to pour through the vents of the hotel room.
"Oh shit." He said under his breath.
"Oh shit what?? That's not good when you say 'oh shit', you know?" Chris said, rattling off. (He's drunk, what else did you expect?) Shawn shook his head. It had to be a dream; this couldn't be real. None of this could possibly real. Chris kept talking about something, while Shawn kept trying to think of what he needed to do. Suddenly, he hopped up and.....
Shawn rolled over and fell of bed, knocking his head on the table that a lamp was positioned on.
"Ow..." He groaned as he sat up. He looked at the digital clock. 3:53 AM.
"Peachy." He muttered. He moved to his knees and glanced at his wife, who was sleeping like a log. "Thanks for caring, hon." He shook his head and stood up. He threw his robe around him and went down to the kitchen. That stupid dream. He never could make any sense out of it. In the dream, he had a dream. It made absolutely no sense to him. He walked in and flicked the light on.
He walked over to the refrigerator and pulled the door open to find something good to eat. Or to drink. He wasn't really picky about what he ate. Food was food. He closed the door and fixed himself a sandwich and grabbed a beer. He made it as far as the doorway to the living room when he heard a loud thump from upstairs. He set his stuff down on the coffee table, and then headed up to check on everything.
He peeked into Cameron's room, and nothing seemed out of the ordinary. He opened the door to his own room to find Rebecca still asleep.
"That woman could sleep though an earthquake." He muttered to himself. Finally, Shawn came across the guest bedroom, where Chris was sleeping until he got himself back up on his feet. He knocked lightly, and opened the door. He was quite surprised with what he saw.
A man, completely clad in black, was lying face down on the floor, with his hands and feet tied with a sheet from Chris' bed. Standing above the man, was Chris, holding the guy's gun. He had an awful look in his eyes.
"Chris what is going on?" Shawn questioned him. He briefly glanced up, as if he'd just now noticed that Shawn was there. He held the gun steady and stared at the man. Shawn was beginning to question what Chris was going to do. When Cori was still alive, that was something you never had to question. He would do whatever he thought Cori would commend him for. He always wanted to be her hero.
"Chris?" Shawn asked again. He was also beginning to wonder about that crazy look in his eyes. The only time that Shawn had ever seen Chris with that look was two nights ago when Hunter had called, and Chris made the promise that he would kill Hunter.
Chris looked up again at the sound of his name. He reached over on the bed, and handed Shawn a piece of paper. Shawn had to read it twice to be sure of what he was reading.
Chris: I told you to protect your girlfriend, but you just wouldn't listen to me would you? Now, look what happened. (There was a picture of Liz, battered and bloody, obviously a digital picture.) Meet me at the old warehouse in San Antonio on Monday night, 7:00Pm sharp. Don't be late, and don't bring any friends.
You know what I can do.
Hunter
Shawn folded up the letter. He couldn't believe this. This was the exact same letter that he had been given in his dreams. This was definitely NOT a good sign.
"Chris, give me the gun, you don't want to-"
"Shut up Shawn. This asshole knows where they are. He knows where Liz is, and I intend fully on getting her back."
"By killing him?" Shawn yelled, no longer caring who heard what.
"Don't push me Shawn." Chris warned.
"Somebody needs to, your being an ass, drowning yourself in all the blame for your daughter's death. There was absolutely NOTHING that you could've done!! Nothing Chris!! Whether you believe that or not, is up to you-"
"Shut up Shawn, I'll deal with my pain any damn way that I want to!!" Chris yelled back at him.
"This is STUPID, knock it off Chris!!" Shawn yelled back at him. Chris raised the gun from the guy on the floor to Shawn. Shawn stared at him with wide eyes. Chris set his jaw line and fired the gun. Shawn blinked and stared at Chris. He turned around to see a guy with a knife falling to the ground. He turned back to Chris, who was untying the guy on the floor.
"Tell Trips that he's got a deal, and that I'll be there. Now, get out of here, before I change my mind about keeping you alive." Chris threatened. Shawn just stood there in disbelief. The guy left, dragging his buddy along with him.
"You actually thought that I was going to shoot you, didn't you?" Chris asked him. Shawn swallowed.
"Yeah, I actually did. You had that weird look in your eyes, and the only time that I've seen that was when you were totally about to do something irrational."
"You know what?" Chris asked him.
"What?" Shawn asked him, as the two friends walked out of the room.
"For a moment there, I thought that I was going to shoot you." Chris admitted, before heading downstairs. Shawn stopped in his tracks.
"Just kidding Shawn, just kidding!!" He yelled back at him. Shawn shook his head and followed him down.
A/N: All right. 154 reviews!! Hot damn!! You guys are all awesome. You know that don't you? Hopefully you do, and if you don't, well, I'm telling you now!! I love all of you guys for taking the time to review this story. It means a hell of a lot to me that it has gotten this many. I hope that I don't let any of you down in any of the chapters to come. Simply because whatever is in these chapters is not coming from a notebook (which is how I normally do this), it is coming straight from my head, so I don't get to look over it like I normally do. So if something sucks, I'm totally and utterly sorry. I'm just trying to tell you to please bear with me. I got to meet a person on the St. Louis Rams football team today!! Almost didn't get to because I almost missed the bus. (It wasn't my fault, I swear!!) Could be a very long story, so I won't get into it..... BTW, Skittle, you just guessed correctly on who your attacker was. Not a whole lot of planning went into it.
XA/N: Basically, everything is going to hell, and everyone's in bad shape.
The doctors continued to poke and pry on JB. Shawn closed his eyes and went to sit down in one of the closest chairs to him. His life was turning for the worse yet again.
*
Lizzie finally got her answer as to what the hell was going on. At that point, she also remembered what it was that JB had to tell Shawn. Lizzie slapped a hand to her forehead. How could she have forgotten about **that**?
JB had to tell Shawn that she was pregnant.
Lizzie smirked. She knew how much in love the two were, and she hoped that this would only cement the love they had. That brought on another thought.
How was everyone else doing?
Lizzie buzzed the nurse again, while her room phone began to ring.
*
Skittle woke up to find herself tied to a chair. She vaguely noticed that someone was setting up a camera in front of her. The last thought that ran through her mind before she blacked out again was about how Jeff was doing.
*
Rockie and Rock were still playing cards in the waiting room. They wondered how everyone else was doing, and decided to start making rounds to find out.
*
Akila stroked Jeff's hair as he mumbled in his sleep.
"I-I can't.....do this anymore......you and I aren't made for each other....please don't cry Skittle.....I didn't want you to...." He mumbled. Akila blinked. He broke up with her?? For what???? And why did she still like him, which she obviously still did??????? Was she stupid or something?? Akila pondered these questions, when she saw that it was starting to rain. The phone in her room began to ring.
*
Steph and Kurt were talking and simply enjoying each other's company, when the phone in the room rang. Steph answered it.
"Hello?" she asked.
"YoU MiGhT HaVe LiVeD, BuT TwO Of YoUr FrIeNdS WiLl NoT. I CaN GuArAnTeE It." The voice said, then hung up. The voice was completely unable to be recognized.
Steph hung up the phone and buzzed the nurse while Kurt stared at her strangely.
*
Shawn lifted his head as the doctor exited the OR. Shawn quickly stood up.
"Is she ok? Will everything be all right?? What happened???" Shawn asked anxiously. The doctor motioned for Shawn to settle down, and that he would tell him everything.
"Apparently someone sabotaged her air supply. They were smart enough to fill it with something that would trigger her asthma-"
"She has asthma?" Shawn cut in. The doctor looked a little surprised, but continued nonetheless.
"Yes, she has asthma, and I am surprised that you didn't know about it, since you claim to be the father of her child. Anyways, the person filled her air supply with an allergen that her asthma reacted sharply to. We had to force open her airways so that she could at least breathe when we ran into another problem."
"What was that?"
"The phone in the OR rang and the person on the other line said something to the effect of she would not live through this, and if she did, she wouldn't be living for very much longer. After that, the person hung up." The doctor said. Shawn nodded and urged the doctor to get to the results of the operation.
"We were able to save her life-"
"That's wonderful Doc, now what about the baby?"
"If you'd kindly let me finish, I would tell you. We were.....unable to save the child. The mother's reaction to the allergen that was put through her airways had serious repercussions on the child, and subsequently, she lost it. I'm sorry." The doctor said before turning to head up to ICU. Shawn sat down hard in the chair behind him.
"No....no..." He said, over and over again.
*
On the floor right above him, Chris Jericho opened his eyes in time to see someone going over and shutting off all of his life support systems. Someone who looked painfully familiar.
**
Hope it was good!! Now onto the real story!!
**
Shawn noticed the gas that began to pour through the vents of the hotel room.
"Oh shit." He said under his breath.
"Oh shit what?? That's not good when you say 'oh shit', you know?" Chris said, rattling off. (He's drunk, what else did you expect?) Shawn shook his head. It had to be a dream; this couldn't be real. None of this could possibly real. Chris kept talking about something, while Shawn kept trying to think of what he needed to do. Suddenly, he hopped up and.....
Shawn rolled over and fell of bed, knocking his head on the table that a lamp was positioned on.
"Ow..." He groaned as he sat up. He looked at the digital clock. 3:53 AM.
"Peachy." He muttered. He moved to his knees and glanced at his wife, who was sleeping like a log. "Thanks for caring, hon." He shook his head and stood up. He threw his robe around him and went down to the kitchen. That stupid dream. He never could make any sense out of it. In the dream, he had a dream. It made absolutely no sense to him. He walked in and flicked the light on.
He walked over to the refrigerator and pulled the door open to find something good to eat. Or to drink. He wasn't really picky about what he ate. Food was food. He closed the door and fixed himself a sandwich and grabbed a beer. He made it as far as the doorway to the living room when he heard a loud thump from upstairs. He set his stuff down on the coffee table, and then headed up to check on everything.
He peeked into Cameron's room, and nothing seemed out of the ordinary. He opened the door to his own room to find Rebecca still asleep.
"That woman could sleep though an earthquake." He muttered to himself. Finally, Shawn came across the guest bedroom, where Chris was sleeping until he got himself back up on his feet. He knocked lightly, and opened the door. He was quite surprised with what he saw.
A man, completely clad in black, was lying face down on the floor, with his hands and feet tied with a sheet from Chris' bed. Standing above the man, was Chris, holding the guy's gun. He had an awful look in his eyes.
"Chris what is going on?" Shawn questioned him. He briefly glanced up, as if he'd just now noticed that Shawn was there. He held the gun steady and stared at the man. Shawn was beginning to question what Chris was going to do. When Cori was still alive, that was something you never had to question. He would do whatever he thought Cori would commend him for. He always wanted to be her hero.
"Chris?" Shawn asked again. He was also beginning to wonder about that crazy look in his eyes. The only time that Shawn had ever seen Chris with that look was two nights ago when Hunter had called, and Chris made the promise that he would kill Hunter.
Chris looked up again at the sound of his name. He reached over on the bed, and handed Shawn a piece of paper. Shawn had to read it twice to be sure of what he was reading.
Chris: I told you to protect your girlfriend, but you just wouldn't listen to me would you? Now, look what happened. (There was a picture of Liz, battered and bloody, obviously a digital picture.) Meet me at the old warehouse in San Antonio on Monday night, 7:00Pm sharp. Don't be late, and don't bring any friends.
You know what I can do.
Hunter
Shawn folded up the letter. He couldn't believe this. This was the exact same letter that he had been given in his dreams. This was definitely NOT a good sign.
"Chris, give me the gun, you don't want to-"
"Shut up Shawn. This asshole knows where they are. He knows where Liz is, and I intend fully on getting her back."
"By killing him?" Shawn yelled, no longer caring who heard what.
"Don't push me Shawn." Chris warned.
"Somebody needs to, your being an ass, drowning yourself in all the blame for your daughter's death. There was absolutely NOTHING that you could've done!! Nothing Chris!! Whether you believe that or not, is up to you-"
"Shut up Shawn, I'll deal with my pain any damn way that I want to!!" Chris yelled back at him.
"This is STUPID, knock it off Chris!!" Shawn yelled back at him. Chris raised the gun from the guy on the floor to Shawn. Shawn stared at him with wide eyes. Chris set his jaw line and fired the gun. Shawn blinked and stared at Chris. He turned around to see a guy with a knife falling to the ground. He turned back to Chris, who was untying the guy on the floor.
"Tell Trips that he's got a deal, and that I'll be there. Now, get out of here, before I change my mind about keeping you alive." Chris threatened. Shawn just stood there in disbelief. The guy left, dragging his buddy along with him.
"You actually thought that I was going to shoot you, didn't you?" Chris asked him. Shawn swallowed.
"Yeah, I actually did. You had that weird look in your eyes, and the only time that I've seen that was when you were totally about to do something irrational."
"You know what?" Chris asked him.
"What?" Shawn asked him, as the two friends walked out of the room.
"For a moment there, I thought that I was going to shoot you." Chris admitted, before heading downstairs. Shawn stopped in his tracks.
"Just kidding Shawn, just kidding!!" He yelled back at him. Shawn shook his head and followed him down.