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 10

John was watching Shelly sleep when his phone began to ring. Looking at the caller ID he noticed that it was his boss. Wondering what he wanted he answered it. "Hello."

"What the hell is going on up there?" Spangler demanded with out preamble.

"What are you talking about?" John asked knowing there was no way that Spangler knew that Shelly had been shot and that they were in hiding...sorta.

"Well for one there was a murder at the local gym yesterday. A man named Russell Smith was found beaten and shot in the head and evidence that your sister was there was found at the scene."

"What!" John exclaimed glancing at Shelly who was still sleeping.

"We believe she witnessed the whole thing and now it seems that she is missing."

"Well that explains a lot." John muttered understanding at least some of what had happened yesterday.

"Well explain it to me then cause I would really love to know!" Spangler snapped, angry at being left in the dark.

John explained about how Shelly had found out that she was adopted and had run off. He told his boss how he had found her earring at the underpass and how he had tracked her down only to find her unconscious with a gunshot wound.

They talked for a minute more going over a plan of action then Spangler said in a confidential tone, "There is something you need to know John if you intend to go through with this plan."

"Of course I intend to do this she's my sister, I have to do this." John told his boss determinedly. He wouldn't be able to live with him self if he didn't do everything possible to protect her, he couldn't lose another family member to violence if there was something he could do to stop it. "What do I need to know?"

"There has been a hit put out on your sister by the Carpelli family." Spangler told him grimly. "Until she tells you what she saw there isn't anything the bureau can do the protect her."

John sighed loudly and with passion. He should have known something like this would happen. Nothing in his life was ever simple. To his boss he simply said, "Understood" and disconnected the call. Looking over at Shelly he began to worry about how they were going to get out of this.

They had been in hiding for 3 days and John felt like he was going to go crazy. Staying in this dingy motel room sleeping on the couch was killing his back. Shelly still had the bed and was getting better remarkably fast. She hadn't said another word about their relationship and he was unsure how to bring it up, or even if he should. Sighing deeply he stepped into the bathroom, grateful that the place had a decent shower at least. In his career with the FBI he had stayed at worse places so he couldn't figure out what was causing his bad mood.

After getting in touch with Christina, Shelly's best friend, they had broken off all contact with her family and friends. He could tell she missed them a lot but was impressed that she never voiced it. She didn't complain about anything but nor would she tell him exactly what she had seen that night either. He thought she was protecting someone but he couldn't be sure. He had never had a harder time reading someone. Shelly had amazing control over her emotions when she put her mind to it. After a minute more of brooding John turned on the water and stepped in the shower.

Shelly lay in the bed and sighed to herself. She didn't know what to feel about John on one hand she was happy she had another brother and that he was an honorable guy but on the other hand she was still pissed at being lied to and being treated like a child. Sure she was only 16 but she felt like she had been around much longer. Perhaps it was because her dreams had shown her so much, both the good and bad, but she felt like she knew things, things other people didn't learn until much later in life, if ever.

She snorted at herself, maybe she was just conceited but she felt like she was better, like she was destined to make a difference in the world. She didn't want to wait to make that difference she wanted to do it now, while she was still young enough to see it through, she wasn't sure what but it felt like she should be... ... "Ahhhhhh" Shelly cried out loudly.

John came racing into the room a second later wearing a terry cloth robe and dripping wet, "What's the matter?" He asked as soon as he got to the bed.

Shelly grabbed her head in agony as pain shot through her brain like a bolt of lightning. Images flashed in her brain, "Nooo!" she cried out as the images became clearer. She was seeing the clerk at the motel where they were staying. He was watching Nashville star on the T.V. A man wearing a dark coat, pants and hat came in the office and held up a gun and demanded all the money he had. The clerk gave the man the money but the robber shot him anyway in the chest. Shelly watched as the clerked twitched on the floor and then died she looked up and noticed the time that was on the clock on the wall. Suddenly she was back in the motel room and looking into John's worried face.

"Shelly? Are you ok?" John asked concerned. She seemed to be coming out of what ever had just happened. He didn't know what exactly happened but she had grabbed her head as if in severe pain, then stopped moving for a minute, her breathing going from labored to very shallow.

"Wha...?" Shelly started, confused and disoriented for a second then remembered what had happened. She had had a vision! During the day, while she was awake! That had never happened before. Never had the visions come while she was awake, always while she was sleeping! Glancing up again she saw the clock on the wall, "Oh no!" she only had a few minutes! She had to stop that robbery. Thinking frantically she tried to think of a way to get John to help that poor clerk without telling him about the vision.

Suddenly she had an idea, "John I think I saw someone outside the window. I think it was the clerk that works in the office!" She said hoping to make John suspicious of the clerk so he would go check on him bringing his gun.

John looked at her trying to figure out if that's all that it was but decided to take her word for it. "Ok, I'm gonna go check out to office to see if he is there and to see if he might have had a reason to be out side the window." John said heading into the bathroom to get dressed. After he got dressed he got out his gun and cautiously went to the motel office.

After he left Shelly fretted anxiously hoping she had done the right thing. Five minutes went by, then ten, and she started to really get worried. Getting off the bed she walked to the door holding her side. She stood there with her hand on the door handle for a minute, debating with herself, then decided to make sure John was ok. Turning the handle and opening the door she gave a startled yelp when she saw John standing just outside the door looking just as startled. Clearly he had been just about to open the door himself.

"Are you ok?" Shelly asked a bit breathlessly.

Thinking that she was worrying about his encounter with the clerk he said, "Yeah I'm fine. The clerk is ok. But something happened when I got to the office."

"Yeah? What?" She asked already knowing what happened or rather what could have happened.

"Some punk kid tried to rob the place. I chased him off." John told her. He told her all the details then went back into the bathroom to finish his shower and to shave, leaving Shelly to brood about what had happened and how it happened. She was scared that she had gotten a vision during the day. Her gift was changing and she didn't understand why, or if it was a good thing. Well it was a good thing for that poor clerk but what if it changed her? What would she do then? What could she do? Right now it didn't seem like there was anything she could do about this or anything else in her life for that matter.