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Shawn's POV
I woke with a start on my bed. Wow, that was a crazy dream. I sit up in my bed and see Jordan. He is sleeping at a desk, his head lolling on a pile of paperwork.
I quietly get out of my bed and walk toward the small kitchen. Now I can make my surprise! I open the refrigerator and pull out mustard, jelly, and celery. I quickly make sure Jordan is still sleeping. I look through the cupboards find a large piece of cardboard. I take out the crayons from the drawer and place all the items on the floor.
I add the ingredients and put scribbles here and there. After many difficulties with the mustard bottle and celery, I finally finish my gift. Now I just have to just add the fire in the center.
I carefully pick up the cardboard and carry it to the stove. I place it over the burner and turn the switch. I smile as the swirly thing turns from black to red. The top of my present has a hole in it now. The fire ignites and I let out a yell. My whole gift is on my fire now!
Jordan's POV
I woke to the familiar smell of smoke. I open my eyes and after only two minutes of trying to see through all the smoke, they start to water. I walk over to the kitchen only being guided by the memory of where it was.
I hear crying somewhere not far off.
"Shawn!" I yell. I search some more for him. I half trip over a body in a corner. Finally the fire alarm in the room goes off and the sprinklers start top drench water everywhere.
I feel at the body and see that it is Shawn.
"Come on, Shawn. We have to go!" I heave Shawn up. He tries to fight me off. "What is wrong? We have to get out of here."
A door in the living room is banged opened. I hear Shawn yelling but it is unclear what about. I yell to the approaching firefighters. One of the men guides me out the door and paramedics quickly tend to me.
Inside I can hear Shawn yelling. He is brought out of the room, his face tear-stained and clothes burned a little, by two or three firefighters. He struggles vigorously to get out of their grasp. They let go of him once they are out of the room. He runs over to a wall and curls up crying. I stare at the scene in utter worry.
A few nurses try to give him aid but he yells them away. One of them manages to put a blanket around him but anything else seems impossible.
I make my way over to him and carefully sit down. He looks up angrily but his face softens a little when he sees me. He quickly stares down again.
"Hey, Shawn," I say gently.
"I do not want to say anything." Shawn states.
"Okay," I reply. "Then will you please let the doctors help you?"
"No," he answers simply. "I just want to go back to bed."
"Fine, let's go," I stand up and stretch out my hand. Shawn looks at it and grabs it. I walk him over to the other vacant guest room. He settles in the bed identical to his last one. He doesn't bother to change his clothes, the moment he puts his head on the pillow he's asleep.
What was he trying to do? I know I should have scolded Shawn or something for that act but he had been through enough. I guess I would have to ask him later on. I hear a knock on the door. I turn to answer it, but I see that Devon has already let her self in.
"Jordan, Mr. Chaw would like to see you, he says it's urgent," she says a bit of concern in her tone.
I'm sure it is.
"Thank you, Devon," I reply. "Could you please keep an eye on Shawn while I'm gone?"
She nods.
"Hopefully I'll be back in the next hour," I say exiting the room.
I walk out of the room and head toward my own. I am changed and showered before finally walking towards my boss' hospital room.
I open the door and see the overweight man under the sanitary white blankets of the hospital's bed. He is watching TV but looks up as I enter.
"I called for you almost thirty minutes ago," he says crossly.
"I know, but I was a little shaken up from the fire and needed to take a quick shower," I reply.
His eyes seem to surge a little at the mention of the word fire.
"About this 'fire', It seems that our little healer has caused even more damage, has he not?" Mr. Chaw smiles wickedly.
I sigh. "Yes, but I have reason to believe it was just an accident," I say calmly.
"Reason? There is no reason! The firefighters reported to me that some piece of cardboards was lit purposefully on fire!" He explodes. "That fire, Jordan, was no accident. This fire is just proving that Shawn is now a life-sucking pyromaniac!"
I tense and clench my fists. Unlike Shawn, I have a number of procedures to keep composure. I exhale deeply and stare at my boss intensely.
"I will check with Shawn what happened," I say. "If it was indeed done purposefully I will have a room developed for him."
My boss seems to be considering this. He nods to himself.
"Yes, but make sure it is a very safe and concealed room," he states.
"Fine, but only if it was done purposefully," I point out.
"Of course," Mr. Chaw answers, smiling his very odd smile again.
I nod and thank him while I exit the room. I let out an exasperated sigh, at least that's over with. I walk down the hall and pass the lounge of the center. An argument is going on at one of my assistant's desk. To my surprise, I see the familiar faces of Tom Baldwin and Diana Skouris.
They look up from my assistant and spot me. Tom storms over and roughly grabs me by the shirt. Ugh, I thought I was done with the arguments for today…
Tom's POV
I push Collier against a wall. This is the only good interrogating method I learned at my academy. I stare intensely in Collier's eyes, fury building up rapidly.
"What's happened to Shawn?" I ask angrily.
"Mr. Baldwin, I am going to ask you to release me or I will call security," he states coolly.
"Cut to the crap, Collier, I saw what was going on with Shawn. You did something, didn't you?" I give him a small shake to make the point.
"I have no clue what you are talking about," he answers.
"Alright, Jordan," I say releasing him. He spreads out the wrinkles I left on his shirt. "If you won't tell me what's happened to him, I'll do it myself." I motion to Diana, and she swiftly takes out a walky-talky and says something into it. Jordan looks at me a bit quizzically.
A few moments later about a dozen or so agents come in fully equipped with protective covering and weapons. They march in and wait behind me. Jordan has a worried look on his face.
"You can't do this," he says angrily. "You're trespassing on my property; you have no right to march in here!"
"Yes we have. The tape of my nephew going crazy got us a warrant to take Shawn away," I reply taking out a blue form from my pocket. I push the warrant of against his chest. He stares at me anxiously.
I motion the cops to start searching. They immediately spread out towards different directions. I hear pounding and doors being knocked down. My communicator alerts me that they've found Shawn's room. Jordan hears this and starts rushing after me.
"You can't take him away! His mind is very fragile; he needs to stay here. I have the right equipment," Jordan cries. I arrive at a locked, blue door and give the signal to knock it down. The officers take out their door tool and firmly push it against the door swinging it open.
I enter the room first and see Shawn sleeping peacefully in a plain, four-poster bed. My men make a loud sound with the door, which makes Shawn wake with a start. His
face shown confusion and frightened. I felt sorry for the kid; it looked as if he'd been through a lot. It's going to be over soon, I just need to get him out of there.
I gave the signal or my men to take him. They started to creep carefully toward him but the moment Shawn realized this he quickly bolted for the door. A few of my people caught him by the arms and started to drag him out. He yelled frantically. He struggled for many minutes but gave up crying.
"You can't do this!" Jordan cried after us.
I ignored him as my men and I walked Shawn out the front doors. He struggled a few times but only feebly. I helped Shawn into the van restraining him from escaping only twice. I sat in the back with him in hopes of seeing what was wrong with him. However, I soon learned this was not going to happen since Shawn seemed to have another panic attack as I buckled his seatbelt.
"I want to leave! I want to go hooome!" HE cries hysterically. He yells a long time thrashing about against the seatbelt.
"Shawn, what are you doing," I yell over his cries. "Calm down." I grab Shawn's arms and look straight in his wild eyes. He finally calms down, breathing unnaturally hard.
"What's happened to you?"
"I don't know! I don't know…" Shawn replies sobbing. "I only want to go home."
"Where is home?" I ask, a concerned expression spreading across my face.
"I think, I think it's with Jordan," He whimpers. "I don't know!" He tugs violently at his belt as he speaks. I grab his hands again.
"Shawn, Shawn! Pay attention to me!" I yell, getting irritated by his constant moaning. "We're going to go to your real home, okay? We're going to talk there, about what's been happening to you, okay?"
Shawn looks confused.
"My real home?" he asks, a single tear rolling down his cheek.
I nod my head. Shawn looks perplexed by this.
"But I thought, I thought Jordan was my real home," the young man states staring fixedly at the driver's seat in front of him. He starts to cry a little more. "I don't understand, he said it was… I don't understand!"
The car comes to a halt and Shawn looks up quickly.
"Come on Shawn, c'mon, let's go inside," I say soothingly, unbuckling his seatbelt. I lead him out of the car and steady him as we walk toward the station's doors.
We walk through the doors toward the station's hospital room. As we near it, Shawn slows his pace a bit.
"It's okay I'm right here," I say gently leading by the arm. I notice Shawn is getting a lot harder to guide. I look at him and notice how pale and dizzy he looks. Shawn goes deadweight on me and I figure out he's fainted. I drag him through the doors and yell for a nurse.
I lay him on one of the hospital's sterile beds and about three nurses start to hover over him.
I stare at Shawn from a distance. What am I going to do with him?
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RockStarHobbit: I do the exact same thing! I type much to fast for my own good, but I manage to get all my thoughts in just right. Nevertheless, sometimes people get a bit confused by what I'm trying to write. Whatever! I'm so glad that you like my story, I'm very conscious of what I write you know. But I am still in awe of how you predict things. Yay, Jordan's alive! I too, have inside information about Jordan. But what happened to his body? I am still very puzzled by the show. I hope you understood this answer to your review. And, yes, Billy is too freaking awesome to die! I still love your "Guiding Light" fic, update it quickly!
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Saint Jimmy: Shawn can't remember anything because his brain his crapped up now. I hope I gave you enough information this chappie to answer your other questions. I don't know what's up with his little radio-tracking talent, but maybe (and that's a big maybe) next chappie I'll answer that. I haven't even figured out what's wrong with Shawn, but I hope this chapter explained at least one of the answers for your questions. If you have any more, feel free to ask them in you review! I hope I updated fast enough for you, though I doubt it.
Spice9: Yeah, I knew it was going to be pretty weird what I made happen to Shawn, but I hope you thought it was creative not scary. Thanks for commenting on my writing skills, sometimes I think they just plain suck, that's why I need feedback! I mess with my own brain when I write, thinking that the story is too sucky. So make sure you review and tell me what you think. I hope you liked this chapter!
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A/N: I update much too slow for my own good, but sorry, I've been very busy. Hopefully, this craziness is over with and the next chapter will be posted a bit quicker! But for now, just review! I will be waiting…