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 15

As Shelly and John rushed to get their things together John wondered what the hurry was. Stopping to look out the window he didn't see anything out of the ordinary. Shelly saw him and said, "Come on we don't have much time before..."

"Much time before what?" John asked.

"If we don't get out of here soon you'll find out personally." Shelly said cryptically as she finished packing her things. "Ok lets go," she motioned for John to follow her out the back door, wincing as the heavy bag pulled at the wound in her stomach.

John opened his mouth to ask another question but she was already headed out the back door. Shrugging to himself John grabbed his things and followed her out, planning to demand answers as soon as they got in the car.

Once Shelly got to the parking lot she scanned the area for the Black BMW she had seen in her vision. Not seeing it she ran for the car and jumped in the drivers seat. "Hey!" John exclaimed, "This is my car!"

"Worry about that later," Shelly told him as she spotted the BMW. Throwing the car in drive she floored it the minute John shut the door. "Got your gun ready?" She asked him as she noticed the guys in the BMW had spotted them.

John looked at her sharply, "Yeah. Why?"

"Cause we're gonna need it." No sooner did she get the words out then the back window exploded. "Shit!" Shelly yelled and swerved to the left hoping to avoid any further shots. Pulling onto the freeway she gunned the engine, the needle reaching 70 in a matter of seconds.

John had his gun out and was pointing it out the back window looking for the shooter. "Which car is it?" He demanded sounding completely calm.

"Black BMW, four door license plate FHT-485" Shelly responded, remembering the details from her vision. Swerving around several cars she swore to her self softly. She wasn't used to driving so fast and her stomach hurt like the blazes. But the need to get away overshadowed everything.

John was impressed by her driving and her memory (not knowing she had gotten a good look at the car in a vision) and searched for the car. Seeing it rapidly closing on them he yelled, "Faster! They're gaining on us." Firing off a couple rounds he was pleased to see the BMW swerve violently and slow down a bit. Then he noticed them messing with something in the car. "What are they doing?" He muttered.

Shelly heard him and suddenly remembered the rocket launcher, "Shit! Can they fire a rocket launcher in a moving car?"

John turned and looked at her quickly before returning his gaze to the perusing car, "What makes you think that they have...?" he trailed off when one of the men leaned out the window of the BMW with a rocket launcher. "Jesus!" He whispered; these guys meant business. "I think so."

"What do I do?" Shelly shouted in her panic. Traffic was slowing down and she didn't know these roads well.

John looked around taking note of their position and mentally calculated their location. Finding that he did indeed know the area he looked for a turnoff, hoping they hadn't passed it. Since they were pushing 90 it was entirely possible they had. Seeing an exit warning he said to her, "Take the next exit and then turn right. Keep going till you see a church then take another right. Go straight down that road and pull into the long driveway. That should loose them."

"Right!" Shelly agreed and sped up some more. Seeing the exit she braked hard and fishtailed around the exit turn. Blowing through the stop sign she flew around the turn doing 50. At that moment she saw something fly past them and strike an abandoned building of some kind and the building exploded into a ball of flames. Breathless with terror Shelly saw the church and whipped the wheel right the car skidding around the turn almost flipping.

"Jesus Shelly! Don't kill us!" John hissed at her clutching the seat. Seeing that the BMW had plowed into the field unable to make the turn in time John saw the chance to loose their pursuers. "There!" Pointing to the driveway he motioned for her to pull in.

Shelly sped into the driveway; thanking god it was paved and they wouldn't kick up dust with the car. Following the driveway for almost 2 miles going 60 she was surprised when it came out right next to I-95. Looking in the mirror every few seconds she saw that they had lost them.

"Slow down, we lost them." John said also noticing the BMW was no longer behind them. "Pull over here." Indicating a secluded area.

Shelly pulled over and put the car in park. "What now?" She asked, having no experience in this type of thing she was scared out of her mind.

John looked over at her in amazement, "You're amazing you know that? You drove that car like a pro and kept your head about you."

Shelly smiled weakly at him and asked; "You wanna drive now?" then began to laugh uncontrollably, releasing the bent up tension.

John laughed more in relief then in amusement, "I think I should." He was a bit concerned when she just kept laughing and was relieved when she finally stopped.

They switched sides and when Shelly got in the passenger side and clutched her stomach and bent over putting her head between her legs trying not to freak out as the reality of what just happened hit her like a ton of bricks. Taking deep breaths she tried to push down the hysteria that threatened to overwhelm her.

"Shelly are you ok?" John asked, concerned. She had been so calm during the chase but not it looked like she might loose it. "Take deep breaths," he told her as he pulled on to the street and drove off.

Shelly finally calmed down enough to notice they head started driving again. "Where are we going?" She asked. Looking around she didn't recognize where they were.

"We are going to somewhere I know is safe. We should have left the motel days ago but I wanted to wait till you were well enough." He explained. Now that they were safe for the moment his brain was working, trying to figure out how they were found. The obvious answer was that Herbie had given them up but he didn't think now was the time to say so.

Shelly finally was calming down from her adrenalin high and it left her feeling drained... spent and more tired then she could ever remember being. Resting her head against the door she fell asleep.

John looked over at Shelly and saw that she had fallen asleep. He knew that it was reaction from the excitement and terror they had just been through. He was still hopped up on adrenaline and was wide-awake but he knew when he came down off it he would be wiped out.

Several hours later Shelly stirred and opened her eyes. Looking around she noticed that it was pitch black out side. "Where are we?" She asked.

"Still in PA," he said, "We're almost there."

"Where?" Confused that he seemed to be avoiding the question.

"You'll see," Was all he would say. They were silent for another half an hour and John pulled onto a dirt road and followed it for several miles until they ended up in front of a beautiful log cabin style house. It was small but very charming.

"My dad...Our dad," he corrected, "used to bring us up here. The guy that owns it is in Europe right now. I was gonna come up here after my case was over for some R&R."

Shelly smiled a bit and opened the car door to get out. "We need to change cars," she said absently.

John led the way in after checking out the place to make sure it was empty. "Yeah I know," he replied, "I have a plan." He began to unpack his stuff and set it out on the coffee table.

Shelly sat on the couch across from him and sucked in a breath as the movement hurt her stomach. Shelly looked at him expectantly. When he didn't answer she finally asked, "Well?"

"First things first. How did you know that we had been found?" John asked getting straight to the thing that had been bothering him.

Shelly stared at him for a minute trying to decide what to tell him. She knew he would laugh at her if she told him the truth but also knew if she lied he would be able to tell. Finally she simply said, "You wouldn't believe me if I told you.

"Try me," John answered promptly.