A/N I do not own John McBain or any of the other OLTL characters. All others are my own creation. Please don't sue cause I am broke and have nothing to be sued for anyway.

Chapter 2

John was still in shock as he walked to his car. After a long conversation with his mother he had finally got her to admit that he and Michael had a sister who had been kidnapped at birth. She hadn't wanted to talk about it because it was terribly painful and she had given up hope of ever finding her child. He asked why she had never said anything to him or Michael about her and she had simply replied that they had been too young at the time to understand. John had been 13 at the time, Michael only 7 and it happened only 4 months before Thomas died.

Looking into the Falk's background he saw that they had adopted Michelle when Anna had been unable to get pregnant again. Gerald, the father, was a well-liked and respected man. He wasn't a rich man but worked hard to provide a good home for his children and doted on his only daughter. His friends said that Michelle was the apple of his eye and that he expected great things from her.

It made John feel strange to know that he had a sister out there that he didn't know. That she called someone else brother bothered him. It didn't matter that she didn't know he even existed he felt like he had been cheated somehow. He thought about the rumors about her and discounted them. Some people had said that Michelle had some sort of sixth sense because she always seemed to know when important things would happen but John dismissed that as ridiculous, no one could predict the future. She probably just had good instincts and observation skills.

He was on his way to a small town in upstate New York to meet her and hopefully convince her to come meet their mother and Michael. He didn't have it in him to just barge in and demand that she be returned to his mother even though he knew nothing would please Eve more then getting her daughter back. He knew that this had to be approached carefully so as not to cause undo pain to everyone involved.

John drove the long distance trying to imagine how he would greet his long lost sister. To say he was nervous would be an understatement he was down right scared. After the long drive he finally pulled into the driveway of the Falk household. He looked around noticing everything about the property. The house was a fairly large 2-story house and had an old beat up black vinyl couch on the front porch. The house it self had a light yellow color siding and looked clean. There was a lawn and then a full size garage with its own driveway. There were several cars in the upper driveway in front of the garage so he assumed someone was home. He got out of his car and walked up the driveway to the door. Knocking he waited for someone to answer.

Shelly sat in English class lost in thought. She was bored in this class and the teacher droned on and on about a stupid poem that didn't mean a thing to Shelly.

"Michelle?" Mr. DeLucia said seeing that she wasn't paying attention, "am I boring you?"

Shelly was in a bad mood and was annoyed to be called out in the middle of the class. "Actually yes you are." She answered drawing snickers from several members of the class.

Mr. DeLucia got angry and pointed to the door, "Out! Go to the principals office."

Shelly rolled her eyes and said, "Yeah that's gonna scare me." Gathering up her books she smirked at him and said sarcastically, "Boy that will really teach me not to be naughty." Leaving the room she made her way to the office. She spent more time skipping class or being kicked out then she did in the actual class. Sighing she sat down and took out a book to read, waiting for the end of the day bell.

She was reading her book when the final bell rang. Jumping up she waved at the secretary and walked to her locker to put her stuff away and get her coat. Walking home she thought about her day at school. Shelly wasn't all that popular. The other kids thought she was weird and resented her because she was younger then them. They picked on her constantly and today had been particularly bad. Her blood boiled as she remembered the names that were hurled at her. It always hurt when she was the victim of their cruelty. She had friends and she knew she wasn't ugly but they somehow knew that she wasn't entirely normal. That was enough for them and it made Shelly very angry.

If there was on thing that Shelly had trouble with, it was controlling her anger. When she was mad she tended to be vicious. She had more then once reduced her mother to tears during an argument. It wasn't something she liked about her self nor was she proud of it. So she had figured out ways to control her anger. Right now she either took long runs or she holed up in her room listening to music. This usually helped her calm down and release her feelings.

So when she heard her name being called from behind her she didn't slow down. It was only when the person got closer that she recognized them. It was her brother David. He was he older brother by a year. At 17 he was in the same grade as her, something that annoyed him to no end. She couldn't blame him. What guy wanted to be in the same class as his younger sister? Her being taller then him didn't help much either. At five feet eleven inches she was taller then most every person in her grade, definitely taller then all of the girls. But they were close with each other.

"What's the rush?" David asked, running his hand through his light brown hair. He looked closely at Shelly's face and saw that she was angry, but it was more then that she seemed hurt. With Shelly it was usually like pulling teeth to get answers from her. She could talk for hours about anything, except her feelings, her problems. Often times he felt she was hiding something from everyone.

"Bad day." She replied, "I got kicked out of English class."

"Why?" David asked. He knew Shelly was a smart girl but she had a real problem with authority. She tended to be overly critical and corrected the teachers on occasion. This usually led to her getting written up or kicked out. Plus Shelly had a hard time keeping her sarcastic comments to her self, which didn't exactly help her cause. But in spite of all that David couldn't think of a more kind and loving person.

Shelly sighed, "I was bored. I guess I was staring out the window or something and Mr. DeLucia yelled at me. I wasn't very nice about it and he threw me out." Picking at her sweater she looked down at the ground. She wasn't proud of her self. Well not now anyway but it had felt good at the time to tell the man off.

They were silent the rest of the way home. It was a pretty short walk and soon they were coming in the door. Shelly kicked off her shoes the minute she got in the door, something she did every day. She hated to wear shoes, preferring to go barefoot. Throwing her book bag on the bench near the door she walked straight into the kitchen to get something to drink. She stopped short when she saw her father, her mother and HIM!

"What are you doing home so early, Dad?" She stammered, shaken to the core at seeing him. Looking at her father's expression she concluded that this was something serious. Glancing to her mother then finally settling her gaze on the stranger she simply observed. He was taller then she had imagined he would be. Better looking too but that's not what held her interest. It was the way he was looking at her. It was as if he knew her and that was impossible. The only reason she even knew he existed was because of her 'dreams'.

"Michelle, this is John McBain. He is going to be staying with us for a couple of days." Her father said watching Shelly's reaction carefully.

Shelly extended her hand only because it would be rude not to but inside she was scared. If this man, John she now knew his name was, was real then her dreams the terrible things she had seen in them were real too. She had known that they were but it wasn't the same then actually knowing and the reality of that was overwhelming.