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 19

"A vision? Come on John that's impossible." Michael said rolling his eyes.

"Fine maybe she had a terrible dream." John said not pushing the issue, "Whatever. Right now we just need to make her better."

Michael nodded and began to look her over. He was worried when she didn't even seem to notice that he was touching her. Her eyes were dull and blank, no hint of recognition in them. He looked back to John after a minute and said, "She has slipped into a dissociative state. We need to get someone out here that she trusts, someone close to her that she will respond to. Preferably someone she has know her entire life."

"She trusts me," John said. "How come she doesn't respond to me?"

"Because in her mind we might be part of what she is hiding from. She has suffered a serious mental trauma, John. She needs someone familiar and safe to come back to." Michael told him worriedly. He had seen people stay in these vegetative states for a long time, years even, and he knew the sooner she snapped out of it the better.

John nodded his understanding and thought about who he could call. He couldn't call the Falks the Carpelli's would be watching them. Suddenly it hit him. Christina, Shelly's best friend, she loved Shelly and wouldn't tell a soul where they were. If anyone could pull Shelly out if this it would be her, it would have to be her because there was no one else.

He took out his phone then decided against using his, better safe then sorry. He looked at Michael and said, " I need your phone." When Michael handed it to him he hit 67 (to block the caller ID) then dialed the operator and asked her to dial Christina's number.

After 4 rings someone picked up sounding out of breath. "Hello?" and John grinned. He recognized her voice it was Christina. "Hello Christina?" he asked just to be sure.

"Yes, Who is this?" she demanded, worried that maybe this was someone looking for Shelly. She didn't know where her friend was but she wouldn't do anything to help anyone find her even if she did know where Shelly was.

"Christina, this is John McBain. We met before a couple of weeks ago." John said.

"John? What's wrong? Why are you calling me? Is it Shelly?" She asked fearfully.

"Can you meet me somewhere?" He asked cryptically.

She understood his unspoken message. Shelly was in trouble and needed her. "Ok. Where?" She asked immediately. Mentally calculating what she would need to bring and how she would leave with out being seen. After getting directions she began to pack for a long trip. School was out in a couple of weeks and she didn't need to be at the graduation to actually get her diploma.

Worried about her friend she remembered the first day they met. Shelly had been 6 and Christina 8. Shelly had been sad because she had been skipped a head a grade and all her friends weren't in her grade anymore. Christina had not entered school till she was 6 because her parents moved around a lot and didn't enter her in school till later. Even with the 2 year age limit they had become best friends then and had been friends ever since. Even now she had trouble remembering that Shelly was 2 years younger then her because her friend exuded a maturity that belied her 16 years. She had a certain presence about her that made people believe she was much older.

John told her where and hung up, wanting to keep the conversation as brief as possible. He looked again at Shelly again then at Michael knowing he needed to explain about the visions now. He now knew that there was nothing he or Michael could do for her right now so now was the time before Christina got here. He didn't know if Shelly had told her about the visions and if she hadn't he didn't want to be the one to do it. The only reason he was about to do so with Michael was because it might be important medically. He wasn't even sure that it had been a vision that caused this but if it had been he felt that Michael needed to know.

Picking up Shelly's journal he motioned for Michael to follow him out of the room so they could talk. Once they were seated he handed the journal to Michael and told him to turn to a certain page. Michael began to read and he grew pale. Looking up at John his mouth worked and he finally said, "How could she possibly know this? Did you tell anyone?"

John shook his head no, "I never told anyone one Michael. Not even you. She had that vision when she was 12. There was no way she could have found out. There are at least 10 other entries about me." John paused and then said, " There is more Michael."

Michael was in shock, struggling to believe this but there was simply no other explanation for this knowledge Shelly had. She couldn't possible have known that John had once almost killed a child molester; this was something that he himself hadn't know until just now. And now John said there was more? What more could there be? "What?" he asked hoarsely still reeling.

"A week ago Shelly had a vision right in front of me. She saved both our lives that day. She saw that BMW and got us out of that motel room before they could blow it up with us in it. And there is also the time when she was sick and she knew that we were her brothers. She knew Michael, she knew." John told Michael then said more softly, She told me she has seen her own death but she won't discuss that vision with me. It's almost as if she is trying to protect me or something."

John fell silent after that last statement and neither spoke for a long time. Both absorbed in their own thoughts and concerns about their newly found but dearly loved sister. John knew that he couldn't love Shelly more if they had grown up together, she just had this way about her that drew people to her, made them care and to see her like she was in the other room... it just tore his heart out.

"So we really believe that Shelly has visions of the future?" Michael asked as if needing confirmation.

"There isn't any other explanation that makes sense Mike. There isn't any other way she could have know about me, us, those guys in the BMW." John said feeling strange to be talking seriously about visions. "I guess this is what she meant about seeing awful things."

"What?"

"A couple days after I first met her Shelly told me that she had seen terrible things, probably more then me. After reading those journals I finally understand what she meant." John explained to Michael.

"Journals? There are more?" He asked.

"Yeah. Several."

Michael was about to ask another question when someone knocked on the door. John took out his gun and put a finger to his lips. Walking slowly to the door he first looked out the little window on the side. It was Christina. He was stunned he had thought they would be waiting for her for at least several hours. He wondered how she had gotten here so fast. Opening the door slightly he looked at her more carefully trying to determine if she was alone. He was pretty sure that he could trust her but you never knew.

Not seeing anyone else he motioned her inside noticing that she was carrying two large duffle bags. "What's all this?" He asked her.

Chris smiled at him sweetly, "What? Did you think I was just going to come up here help Shelly and leave? Hell no. Shelly is my best friend and I'm staying until its safe for her to come home."

Michael looked over this girl. She was tallish and had beautiful red/blond hair. Her thin frame was curvy but not too much so. Her face was pretty but when she smiled she was gorgeous. "Hello," he said holding out his hand.

Chris's eyes swung to him and she was immediately suspicious, "Who is he?" she asked John cautiously.

"Christina this is my brother Michael McBain, Michael this is Christina Davis." John made the introductions.

Her suspicions gone Shelly shook Michaels hand, "Chris, please. You're John's brother? That means your also Shelly's brother too?" She asked though it was more of a statement then a question.

Michael nodded looking at her and enjoying the intelligence and humor he saw in her eyes. There was something about her... "So where is Shelly?" Chris asked snapping Michael out of his thoughts.