I noticed that I had forgotten to put a disclaimer in my last chappie, sorry.
Disclaimer: I think there is laws against somebody my age owning something this good, so no, don't own it.
A/N: I am a horrible, horrible person for not updating this sooner. I've been very busy this week. I know what you're thinking, "You're 14! Alls you do is fart around on your computer." True, but I unbelievably had other things to tend to also. Well, here's chappie two, better late then never! Also, there is a twist in this story, tell me if you like it. If you don't, then review anyway!
This chapter is dedicated to my now deceased, second favorite character, Jordan Collier!
Jordan's POV
"I want that, that freak, locked up in a cage!" Mr. Chaw says seething.
"Now, now, we don't need to jump to that," I say calmly. "I just need a full account of what happened in the room."
"I'll tell you what happened!" Mr. Chaw says, a vein bulging from his temple. "The little demon tried to kill me!"
"I think I should talk to Shawn first," I say, making my way out of the hospital room.
"Fine," Mr. Chaw says. "See if you can figure out what he did to me."
I nod and Mr. Chaw settles back in his bed for some sleep. I exit the room and head for Shawn's. I hope that he's awake by now.
I enter the nicely furnished guestroom to find Shawn sitting up in his bed. His hair is tousled and his clothes are rumpled. He is staring blankly at the sheets covering his legs and does not look up until I finally sit on the bed.
"Hey, Shawn," I say gently. The teen is staring a quizzically at me. "How are you feeling?"
"How do you know my name?" He asks.
"Because you've been living with me for a while now," I say, a worried tone taking over my usual calm voice. "Don't you remember?"
He is still staring at me oddly.
"What is your name?" He asked.
"It's Jordan Collier," I say. "Don't you remember me?"
Shawn looks as if he is trying to stifle a laugh.
"What's wrong?" I ask.
"Collier!" Shawn answers. He is laughing now. "What a loopy name."
He falls back in his bed and repeats my name repeatedly, laughing hysterically.
"Shawn, you need to calm down," I say. He starts clapping his hands together.
"Ow, ow, ouch," he yells after each time he claps. "Hey, how come I have these on?"
He is staring at his bandaged hands in interest. I take hold of his hands and stare at him in worry.
"Shawn, Shawn, look at me," I say. The boy looks at me with his wild, dark eyes. "Do you know me at all? What is the last thing you remember?"
Shawn considers the questions for a moment. He nods his head slightly then finally looks up.
"I dunno," he says, shrugging his shoulders. "I just woke up in a bed."
Oh no…
"Something has damaged his neurological brain waves," Dr. Bailey informs me. Shawn sits on the bed a few feet away drawing on a pad of paper. "I've done all the tests I can but the thing that's caused his break is something I've never dealt with before."
"So you mean to tell me there is nothing you can do?" I ask worriedly.
"We can take him to a professional but I don't see how that is going to work. Whatever's happened to him is something unique. We can only wait for it to pass. I'm very sorry," She says sadly.
I talk to her about other possible treatments but all of them are turned down.
"Well, we have to do something!" I yell. Shawn looks up but quickly goes back to his drawing. "People are counting on Shawn, other sick people."
"Calm down, Mr. Collier. The thing is, we cannot allow Shawn to be healing any more people. It seems that Shawn has brought this break upon himself. We do not want other victims just because you need the money," Dr. Bailey says firmly.
I stare at her heatedly a moment.
"You can go, doctor," I say. I lead her to the exit and open the door. She stops and turns toward me in the doorway.
"Just keep Shawn on this medication, if it doesn't work, I will fill out a new one." She pauses and hands me a prescription slip. "You have to give Shawn encouragement. Show interest in him but do not get him angry. Then he may become impossible"
I nod slowly and shut the door.
Shawn's POV
I look up from my drawing to see the guy with the beard walking up to me. He looks really sad. He sits on the bed and stares at my drawing.
"Why are you sad?" I ask.
"I'm just really tired," He answers quietly. "What are you drawing there?"
I smile down at my drawing.
"It took me a loooong time," I say adding a few strokes of purple here and there. "It's a picture of you and me. I'm eating a banana, see." I point to the scribble of yellow being held by the brown and blue doodle.
"Wow, Shawn, that's great," Jordan says smiling. I smile at him and add more scribbles. "How 'bout we get you cleaned up then go for a walk?"
I nod my head enthusiastically.
Tom's POV
Diana and I watch through the surveillance TV's as our new "bug" walks through the doors of the 4400 center. My agents and I planted a tiny camera earlier in the rims of our "bugs," also know as Greg's, glasses.
Greg Wasser is a 4400 with no known powers. He used to work as a sales representative but was fired from complaints from his co-workers for being a 4400. We found him, and after many long arrangements, we got him to be our "bug."
Greg walks up to the attractive assistant, Devon.
"Hello, you must be Greg from '86, we were expecting you," She greets him and smiles sweetly. "If you would just follow me I can show you to our director. This way please."
She leads him down a fine corridor and up to an office door. I fidget uncomfortably in the van filled with TV monitors then go back to watching.
"Here we go," I say quietly.
Devon opens the door; Greg is lead into the nicely furnished office. Inside is Jordan sitting behind his sleek, silver desk. Greg looks around and we can see Shawn staring closely at a bookshelf. Jordan gets up and shakes Greg's hand.
"Mr. Wasser, I'm so pleased to meet you," Jordan says, smiling slightly. "Have a seat," He gestures to the chair behind Greg. Jordan settles himself in his own chair and pulls out his documents.
"Missing since '86, with no known abilities," Jordan says reading the file aloud. "...yet" he finishes with a smile. "Here, at the 4400 Center, we can help you uncover the ability in everyone. We do safe therapy, which opens up that which is hidden in all the senses."
They talk for a long time about hidden abilities and other pros at living in the 4400 Center. I listen intently to Jordan's lecture squirming from time to time.
Near the end of Jordan's lecture, I hear a yell on the other side of the room. Greg turns his head to the disturbance and I see Shawn on the floor. His legs are sprawled in front of him and there are many books at his sides. He has his arms over his head as if there is some horrible noise sounding. His face is in total horror.
Jordan quickly tends to him. Greg walks cautiously over so we can hear what is happening.
"What's wrong Shawn?" Jordan asks worriedly. He grabs Shawn's arms off his head.
"Stop it, no, they're too loud!" Shawn cries. The young man wrestles his arms out of Jordan's grasp and fixes them on his head again.
"What do you mean 'they'?" Jordan asks.
"I don't know!" Shawn yells. He starts to cry. "It's just all too loud! It's too loud! I think, I think it's coming from something."
"What do you think it's coming from?"
I stare at Shawn closely through the screen. What the heck happened to my nephew? I am on the verge of stomping into that Center and strangling Collier. It's no doubt his fault Shawn is like this, right?
Shawn cries for a few moments before slowly taking an arm off his head and points to a startled Greg.
"Can't you hear it?" Shawn cries. He takes his hands off his head and gestures forcefully. "It's loud, Jordan! Really loud!" Shawn sobs.
Jordan stares at the young man helplessly then wraps him in a comforting hug. The young man starts to cry softly in his arms. Jordan looks up at Greg apologetically.
"I am very sorry, Mr. Wasser," Jordan says. "Shawn is just going through some, problems. Don't be alarmed though. Would it be all right if you could come back tomorrow?"
Greg nods his head slowly, still staring at Shawn carefully.
"Okay then," Jordan says. He lets Shawn out of his embrace and stands up. The young man immediately claps his hands over his ears and shuts his eyes tightly. Jordan glances warily at Shawn before leading Greg out the door.
"Just tell Devon you're rescheduled," Jordan calls after him.
Greg walks straight past Devon's desk and heads quickly for the exit. I can see Greg coming toward us. I open the backdoor of the van and confront Greg.
"You didn't tell me there was some crazy, radio-detecting teen walking around that place!" Greg yells heatedly.
"I didn't know," I say perplexedly.
Greg stares at me incredulously.
Diana comes out the backdoor and lets Greg back in the van. She walks up to me and stares fixedly at the Center.
"We'll figure out what happened to Shawn, Tom," she says quietly. "We'll put Collier away for doing this. I know we will."
I sigh then I nod slowly.
"I just wish I knew about this sooner," I say. "This, this place is not safe for Shawn, not safe for any of the 4400's. They're a killing target, for crying out loud!"
"I know," Diana says softly. "We will do our best to help him and the others."
I nod again then get back in the van.
Here are me answers to ye reviews.
Saynt Jimmy: Ahhh, so many questions! J/K. Yes, Shawn seems to be okay. Uhh, I don't really know what happened to him at the moment… I guess his ability kinda got crapped up, some how. Wait until next chappie to see what Chaw will do. Oh, and thank you for gaining your composure so quickly.
Klnolan: Dang your name is hard to type. Oh well, I hope I spelt it right. I hope I made this chapter "neat" enough for you. I really like Shawn stories too; he's the hottest and coolest character on the show. I guess that's why I made a fic about him!
Lilsam: My, aren't we just Little Miss Articulate. Well you can cram those little "errors" up your big BUTT! (Just to let you other reviewers know, this is my sister, sadly. I would never abuse you other reviewers as I am doing to her.) So, thpppp:P
LostAngel2: Thank you for saying my story is great. I hope you like chapter two. And if you would like a longer answer, make a longer review…please!
RockStarHobbit: You know it! Jordan is one greedy man, but I love him. And I wish he didn't fricking die! Yes! You were the first person to tell me you like the protective father thing. That was what I was going for, and you realized it, yay! Thank you for reviewing my story. Yours meant a lot to me because I really like your story too, update it soon! I hope I updated this okay… By the way, it's spelt Mr. Chaw, not Craw. And yes, he is quite the jerk.
Queen of the Elven City: Thank you for loving my story -
That is quite a big chunk of spaces. I hope this chapter made the cut up bigger! W00t! I award you with the 2nd trophy award for figuring out the story was a Father/Son Jordan/Shawn type fic. (Sorry, rockstarhobbit got it first.) Nevertheless, it was still great of you to review my story! I'm glad I make you happy! By the way, I love your name, very clever.
Spice9: I thought it was a good chapter too. I hope I made this piece long enough for you. Sorry this answer was so short, but your review wasn't too long either. (hint, hint)
A/N: I hope answering your reviews makes up for the long span of time I spent not writing this chapter. Review please! There are very much appreciated.