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 16

Shelly sighed. Try me he said, as if it were that simple. As if this wasn't something she had hid from everyone including her parents, (it was too hard not to think of them as her parents so she had stopped trying) and her brothers. She hadn't told anyone but Chris and she had waited years before telling even her.

Seeing that John was waiting for her answer she finally sighed again and took a deep breath. Only the truth would do right now. She didn't know if he would believe her, well she knew he probably would not believe her but he could spot a lie a mile away. "I had a vision."

"A vision?" John asked stupidly, thinking he had heard wrong. Of all the answers he had expected that had not been it, not even close.

"Yes, a vision."

"Come on. You expect me to believe that?" John said incredulously.

"I told you that you wouldn't believe me," She sulked stung by his tone even though she had expected it.

"Come on Shelly you really expect me to believe you have visions?" John asked again.

"Look believe it or not it's the truth. Why do you think I never told anyone before? I knew they wouldn't believe me, not even family." Shelly got up, grabbed her bag and headed into the bedroom that John had said she could use. Sitting down on the bed she opened the bag and took out her journal. Lying down on the bed she began to write about the last two visions she had trying to hold back her tears at John's reaction. She had known he wouldn't believe her but it still hurt.

John sat dumbfounded in the chair. He just couldn't believe that she had visions. Sister or no it was just too crazy. But... how else could she have known about the thugs that almost killed them? He sat there for over an hour trying to understand. Finally he got up and knocked on Shelly's door, "Look I'm sorry I didn't believe you. Can I come in so we can talk about this?"

After a minute Shelly opened the door and let him in. She turned and walked to the bed without saying a word. Sitting down she looked at him, waiting for him to speak.

John came in the room and sat down next to her on the bed, pushing aside her journal as he sat. "I'm sorry that I reacted badly but this is a lot to take in. Maybe if you tell me about your visions I cold understand better." Hoping to get her talking and maybe show her exactly how crazy she sounded talking of visions.

Shelly sat back on the bed, leaning against the headboard, and nodded. Maybe if she told him how she started getting them and maybe told him details of that last one he would believe her. So she started talking, telling him how she had started getting them and even went so far as to describe in detail that last vision to him. When she finally stopped talking she looked at him again, he still looked disbelieving. "You still don't believe me?" she demanded.

"Well..." John said, "I believe that you believe you have visions."

"Do you think I want to have these visions? That I like the pounding headaches and the terrible images I see in them? Do you have any idea what its like to watch people die and not be able to do anything about it? To watch your own death and know that there isn't much you can do to stop it? I hate these visions and I curse the day I started getting them!" Shelly cried out and ran for the door. Tripping on her bag she picked herself up, not noticing her journals had spilled out, and said, "Just leave me alone. I don't want to talk anymore." She ran to the couch and began to sob.

John sat on the bed and stared after her, speechless. He didn't believe in visions but this was clearly something she believed. Sighing he started to get up but his foot hit one of her journals. Picking it up he opened it to see what it was. As he began to read he realized that it was a journal. He started to close it when his eyes caught something. She was describing one of her visions. Feeling only slightly guilty for looking at it he continued to read. As he actually read what she wrote he sat back down on the bed hard. Swallowing hard he got chills down his back. This entry was about HIM. She was talking about something that she could not have seen!

He flipped through the journal and found more then ten entries about him and his life. These were things she couldn't possibly have known because he had never told ANYONE about them. "My God!" He murmured to himself. She really did have visions. What had she said? She had seen her own death? He jumped off the bed and walked to the living room quickly. When he got there he saw her sitting there staring into space with tears tracks on her face. "I believe you." He announced.

Shelly blinked and looked at him, noticing her journal in his hand. She was silent as he walked over to her and sat down next to her. "I saw it happen you know. I saw him." She said softly.

"You saw what happen?" John asked.

"Three years ago. I was at Chris's house when I had the dream. I cried for hours. I thought you were dead." She said to him tonelessly.

"What are you saying?" John asked getting a sick feeling in his stomach. She couldn't be saying what it sounded like she was. She couldn't have seen him and Caitlin...

"Three years ago I saw you and your fiancé get shot. I thought he killed you like he did her. But then I had another vision of you and I knew you had lived. But then I also knew she didn't and I was so sad. I wanted to help, to save her but I didn't know who to call." Shelly said listlessly, "He is still out there you know." Looking at him, her eyes dull and lifeless, "The guy who shot you, I mean."

John shook his head, "No we caught him. He is in prison."

Suddenly her eyes came alive again and she stared at him, "No he is still out there. I've seen him. Seen his victims."

Rex stood in front of the motel where Shelly had been. Shaking his head he smiled to himself. Somehow they had gotten away. He hadn't known that they had been found. No one had told him because they felt that his feelings for Shelly would cloud his judgment. If only they knew. Shelly was a more powerful weapon alive then she was dead. If they were to kill her like they wanted they had no leverage against him, or so they thought since they didn't know he was really here for Natalie. But if they kept her alive they would have all the leverage they needed to keep him in line.

He had told Shelly everything he knew about the hit on her but he didn't know at the time that John was as much of a target as Shelly herself was. While the Carpelli's would love if McBain would just disappear they weren't the ones gunning for him. There was something else going on, something that didn't make sense to him. He just couldn't put his finger on it but it seemed like the Carpelli's knew the score and was content to let things just happen, which was unlike them. Usually they wanted to be in control, to be the ones calling the shots.

Staring at the motel for another minute he decided to focus on finding Natalie now. Shelly had been warned and she could take care of herself. At least he hoped so since he was pretty sure he was in love with her. But Natalie was trapped somewhere and needed him to find her. He had to find his sister or else. No one had ever loved him like her and he wasn't about to let her down just when she needed him the most. Finally he turned away from the motel, got in his car and drove off. It was time to finish what he started.

Natalie was scared, more scared then she had ever been before. She knew her time here was almost up and they were going to kill her soon. She had heard them talking and it seemed whoever they had tried to extort ransom from was going to pay. They didn't plan for Natalie to make it home alive. Sitting on the bed with her arms wrapped around herself she prayed to find the strength to get out of this alive.