Guiding Light

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Summary: Shawn Farrel has a gift, but all gifts come at a price. Or maybe this is just a down side to his gift. There's only one way to find out.

A/n: I came up with this idea while watching the Season Premiere… Yay for Billy Campbell… he rocks!

Disclaimer: The 4400 belongs to USA… and Carter belongs to the OC… even though this has nothing to do with Carter…

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"Blinded"

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"Come on James, you're doing great!" Those were the words that came out of Shawn Farrell's mouth as the teenager's grip on Shawn's hands tightened and a scared look flashed across his face.

Shawn sighed deeply. This wasn't gonna be good. It had been a year (a very long year) since he had last seen Danny, Nikki, his mom. Any of them. And the more he looked at James, the more he saw Danny in the younger boy's scared eyes.

He looked deeper, tightening his own grip. He saw Danny. The Danny before Shawn had been 'taken.' The Danny that was always there, and that was always going to be there (supposedly). The Danny that would have at least been worried if his older brother mysteriously disappeared for a year. That Danny.

Who knows, maybe Danny was worried. He didn't really care right now.

The more Shawn looked at the boy, the more he thought of Danny. And the more he thought about Danny, the more he thought about Nikki. The more he thought about Nikki, the more he thought about the world he had left behind.

James' grip tightened even more, pulling Shawn out of his memories. "Just a little more," Shawn coaxed, when suddenly an odd sensation ran thought him. A sensation he had never felt before.

His grip suddenly broke with the other boy as a sea of memories overflowed Shawn's mind. Some of them he remembered: Being at the lake with Kyle; suddenly appearing in the middle of some lake with 4399 people he didn't know; Kyle in the coma; nearly killing Danny.

Then there were some that he didn't remember: Those same 4399 strangers all in one area; being literally pulled upward at the lake; fighting, fighting against something.

A bright flash illuminated everything in his vision as he fell with a thud to the couch. The bright white light crowded his vision. He couldn't make it go away at all.

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Time seemed to take forever as Shawn simply looked at the bright light. It wasn't like he could look at anything else. Just the bright light.

It gave him time to wonder. What had happened? This had never happened before. Ever. It scared Shawn. A lot. What had happened to James? Was he all right? Was he stuck in the same predicament that Shawn was stuck in?

What was this place? Had he been abducted again?

Shawn was proceeding to get himself more and more upset the more and more he had time to think about it. He wanted to get out of this… this place, whatever it was. Only problem was, he couldn't move.

He was blinded by the bright white light.

He felt like he was going to be sick.

And there was nothing he could do about it. Absolutely nothing.

He just wished he could figure out what exactly had happened.

Slowly, everything faded from the uncomfortable brightness to a comfortable darkness as he felt his eyes closing.

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Once again, Shawn felt like he was fighting. Fighting something he could see. But he could feel it. And he didn't like it.

"Come on Shawn, don't do this…" he heard an urgent voice say. Suddenly, he could feel a strong grip on his shoulders, shaking him furiously.

He still didn't see anything. He still felt like he was fighting against someone/thing.

"Shawn, dammit, what is going on?" the voice asked again. Shawn made an attempt to answer, but nothing came out. A spasm of fear coursed through him.

"He's burning up," a female voice declared. It was then that he felt an icy cold hand on his head. In an attempt to get the cold hand away, he jerked his head to the side.

Needless to say, Shawn wasn't the only one who was shocked by his sudden movement. "Come on Shawn, you're doing great."

Shawn recognized the voice. Jordan Collier. That was why there was a sense of familiarity.

"You're doing great Shawn, just pull through this…"

"Come on James, you're doing great…" He had used practically the same words before to the boy to try to calm him known. Now they were using the words to calm him down.

But he pretty much was already calm, he was just scared. Calm and scared. That was a bit of an oxymoron.

Shawn found that just a bit amusing. The irony was funny. He was 'the healer.' He was the one who could heal people with his touch. Now he was sick, or something like it, and there was nothing he could do. Yes, quite amusing.

"Shawn… you're not gonna give up…"

Jordan actually sounded scared and worried. He actually felt like Collier wasn't using him just because of this 'gift' that he had. He felt like Jordan was truly worried about him.

Or maybe he was just worried about how he was going to get money without exploiting him to get it.

He didn't know what to feel. He didn't know what to believe.

"Shawn…" he heard Collier's voice, but it was so distant as things began to fade. All feeling, all sight, everything began to fade.

He felt nothing.

Nothing. As his mind drifted off into darkness.

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A/n: So, what did you think? This is mainly going to be Shawn and Kyle. Next chapter will be Kyle. So please review and tell me what you think.