Shawn opened his eyes dazed and dizzy yet again. He was in a reddish room. It seemed oddly familiar. As did the person standing before him.

"Where am I..?"

And the person responded.

"You know I've grown up with you almost. You never really noticed, but I've always been there. And I watched you. You always seemed so sad. So miserable. You know Shawn, theres really very few things you could have done for yourself, and could have remembered, to achieve happiness...

1:1 You Have To Do What You Have To Do --- Sometimes What Feels Wrong Is Actually Right

"April?" Eric managed out. His face was pinned onto the ground by her boot. Rather painfully I might add. A squeal was heard and Little Cory could be seen running out the door. 'Damn cowardly pig' Eric thought.

"Sorry babe," Said April, "But it just didn't work out between us, I hope you understand." And she made a move to pull the trigger, but Eric pulled out of his shell shock faster and pushed over her other leg, knocking her sideways and sending the bullet flying into a nearby lamp, shattering it.

"You physco!" Eric screamed.

She pointed the gun at him again and Eric grabbed the nearest thing to throw at her, which turned out to be a half eaten chicken leg. He threw it at her, right as he ducked another shot, and it flew and slammed right into her face. In a moment of female habit, she shrieked "ew!" and wiped her face with her hand to remove the grease that had splattered upon it. Eric, in a moment of surprising speed, knocked the gun out of her hand and pinned her to the wall.

"You can't hit me, I'm a girl!"

Eric sneered, "Sometimes I wonder. (A/N:Kudos if you know where thats from!) Now wheres Shawn?"

"I'll never tell!"

"We'll just see about that!"

And Eric kissed her with wildest aggresion. So much that it almost scared April. He shoved his tounge down her through viciously, and felt the urge to do it back, but gaining self control, she instead bit down so hard on his tounge that he could not help but cry out in pain and fall back, giving her just enough time to push him off her. She ran for the gun, only inches away, but even in his agony, Eric was still quicker to act and he grabbed the gun first, which he had no hestitation pointing straight at her. Thinking quick, April dashed into a room behind her, and Eric chased after her, but before he could even enter, she came out of the room with a sword before her, pointed at the very tip of Eric's nose.

"Drop the gun!", She shrieked, "Drop the gun or I'll stab you!"

"Drop the sword or I'll shoot you!"

"You couldn't kill me." April gave him a cocky, confident, and slightly sedusing look.

"Yes I could!" Eric said as though a child. His gun hand had begun shaking.

"Oh yea? Do it. I dare you."

Eric bit his lip. There was a pause.

"Ha!" April laughed. And she swung at him, forcing him to do sort of a backflip. And then something caught his eye. Another sword. He grabbed it and swung it at her as she swung hers at him. The swords met with a ear splitting clank. And for what seemed like hours, it continued. Swing, block, swing, block, block, swing, backflip, swing, duck, block, jump. Eventually both April and Eric were both aboslutely covered in filfth and dust and sweat most of all. But eventually, admist the fight, Eric looked it to her eyes, and saw only coldness. The April he had fallen for was not her. And he knew at that moment that right there, right then, she would have no trouble killing him at all. Her loyalty was with Eddie, who had disgusting intentions. For his family. For his friends. And so, finally, Eric ducked yet another swing to the head, and while he was bent down, he tillted his sword, and plunged it right through her neck. And she fell. And Eric ran out the door, his mind racing, his heart pounding, his tears streaming, his determination rampaging.

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2:2 You Never Have To Be Blood To Be Family

The trailer park was awreck. Almost no one lived there now.

"Shawn?" Jack called out repeatedly. He looked over at Cory, who hadn't said a thing since they arrived here.

"Whats up man?' said Jack.

"Oh sorry..." said Cory, coming out of a trance, "Just...had alot of memories here."

"Yea.." Jack smiled, "And I don't have a single one, despite the fact that you know, I'm actually related to Shawn."

Cory sighed, and continued to look. Behind trailers, in trailers, even underneath trailers. Under a particular one, Cory found a grocery bag. Opening it, he found a bunch of cherry bombs. Cory laughed.

"What?" Asked Jack.

"Nothing, its just..Shawn used to mess around with cheery bombs all the time when we we're kids. Until he ended up blowing a mailbox and on the run from the cops. He said he'd never blow up anything ever again. Yet he blows himself up like say--"

"...Every other week. My little brother is a ticking time bomb." Jack finshed for him. "And the next explosion is always worst than the last. And I've always been so afriad, that hes just gonna find himself in a real bad spot one day, and I won't be able to help him." Jack said sitting down on a cardboard box.

Cory grimaced and picked up a basketball that rolled in with the wind that was upon them. He recognized the basketball. It was no ones in particular, all the kids in the trailer park played with it. Shared it kind of. He and Shawn used it the most though. He sat down on the over turned trash can next to Jack's cardboard box chair.

"Yea, Shawns a good guy though." Cory began, "Hes always tryin to find himself, while helping out other people too. I mean yea he's really insecure, but he never gave up hope for himself. Fell down a ew times along the road, but he never gave up hope for himself. Or for me, or for Topanga, or for his father. And so I'm never giving up hope for him."

"Wow, you know, I really feel like I should be the one saying those things about him," Said Jack, "I'm supposed to be his big brother..the guy that watched him grow up and the guy who knows him head to toe. But I don't. You do. You're his brother. I guess I'm just the guy who failed him.."

"Don't be to hard on yourself, theres still time. I know there is." And Cory threw him the basketball, which Jack caught, "And he owes you an apology too. I mean he knows how much you want to be close to blood, he should've come to you more."

"Yea well..." Jack sighed, "I just can't wait to see him safe again, I wanna just put my arms around him...tell I love him...how sorry I am...kill Eddie..."

There was a moment of scilence. Then a squeal interrupted it. Jack and Cory looked to their side and there was Little Cory racing towards them with something in his mouth.

"Wheres Eric?" Jack wondered outloud.

Cory bent down to Little Cory and took what looked like a silver necklace out of its mouth. "This is Shawn's..." Cory said, his heart beating faster.

"Do you know where Shawn is?" Jack asked the pig. Little Cory squealed and ran off making Cory and Jack run after it.

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3:3 Be Fearless, Stay Humble

The apartment complex felt damp and derilict. Amy looked around nervously.

"Whats wrong mom?" Morgan smirked, "Not scared are you? You know, back when Shawn here, I remember him telling Cory ghost stories about his haunted apartment."

The building truly did continue to look more and more like the setting of a horror story as Amy and Morgan climbed up the steps to the Hunters old room. The walls were gray and covered in blankets of graffiti. And for some reason it smelled of rotting cheese. After a long climb, in which Morgan felt her heart beating more and more every minute (and she doubted it was for physical reasons) they finally reached the old apartment. Amy opened the door. No one had moved in since the Hunters had left the place. It was dusty and dark, sheets covered the furniture but even they looked tattered and worn. It was also abnormally cold.

"Shawn?" Amy called out.

"Oh well, hes not here, lets go!" Morgan tugged at her mother's sleeve.

Then, a rustling noise came from underneath the blanket that seemed to be covering a rocking chair. Morgan yelped. "Shawn?" Amy and Morgan crept over to it and Amy kicked the rock chair over, sending it flying. Underneath it was not Shawn, but a raccoon. A hissing raccoon.

"Morgan honey...step back..."

Morgan shuffled her feet backwards, and in almost that instant, the raccoon lept at them, and Amy grabbed it by the tail and although it struggled, she flung it out the nearest window. Again at that same precise moment, the door swung open and Morgan screamed from surprise.

"Cory, Jack, Little Cory!" Exclaimed Amy, "Did you find Shawn? Wheres Eric?"

"We don't know where either of them are." Said Cory, trying to catch his breath, and Jack added, "but we thought Little Cory might have."

And Little Cory squealed again and shot off.

"Follow that pig!" Said Amy, who ran right after him, soon followed by Jack. Morgan stood there looking still afriad.

"What happened to you? You look like you've just seen a ghost." Cory put on a bewildered face before joining the chase, not long after followed by Morgan.

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4:4 Learn From The Past, Don't Live In It

Alan looked at George, "Shawns comin out of this okay George. And we'll have Eddie arrested for good this time."

"Well of course its all well and fine." Said George.

Alan nodded, "You just look so troubled."

"I am no such thing. I know Shawn to be a fighter, just like his father."

"Alright then George."

"Well of course I'm concerned about Mr. Hunter. After all, I have been his teacher for all these years. Of course---"

"Yea, yea 'theres a boundary between teacher and pupil' listen George, do everyone a favor and cut the crap already alright, teachers teach about acedemic things. You've taught Cory, Shawn, Topanga, Eric about more than acedemics. You've taught them about life. Those kids have memories with you. Personal memories. So the way I see it, you've crossed the 'boundary' a looong time ago pal."

George could do no more that purse his lips. "Well yes, I suppose thats so. I developed close, personal relationships with all four of them. And now, one particular one who has been no stranger to trouble, is in more trouble than he's ever been and it could cost him his very life. And I have never taught him a lesson to prepare for this."

"Neither have I George. I mean, this is Chet Hunter's job isn't it? To teach him better to get him mixed with these kind of people, relative or not."

"But Chet Hunter is not here." Said George, "He is not here now, and he hardly ever was even before now. You, myself, and Jonathan Turner we're the only real fathers Shawn has ever had. And Shawn deserves us, as a matter of fact I'd go as far as saying Shawn deserves better."

"George...what do you think would have happened if Shawn we're my blood son?"

"What?"

"Well," Alan began, "do you think things would have been different?"

"Oh I think things would have been extrememly different." Said George, "Shawn probably would not be the person he is today. He and Cory might have not been best friends."

"So youre saying it would have been a bad thing." Said Alan.

"I'm saying, said George, "that the past is the past. Its best not to dwell, but to take our knowledge, and do what we can with the future."

Alan nodded, and they continued walking round the John Adams High building. For a moment, they stopped by a lit classroom, which was filled with students who seemed like they we're taking the SAT prep course. Inside, they could see one student in the back snacking hungrily on cake. George and Alan both chuckled a little. And then what sounded like a pig squeal came from behind thim. They spun around and there stood Cory, Jack, Little Cory, Amy, and Morgan.

"You all just look like your ran five hundered laps, what happened?" Alan asked.

"We think the pig knows where Shawn is.", Said Cory.

The pig squealed, pointed its snowzer onward, and the chase was on again.

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5:5 Know That Today Is All You Have. Don't Waste It. Own It. Rock It So Hard It Wont Even Know What Hit It.

"So this is where Shawn used to live?" Asked Angela.

"Yup." said Topanga.

"He lived with his english teacher?" Rachel asked.

"Yup." said Topanga.

Angela bit her lip, "Girl, that is unhealthy on soo many levels."

"Yup." said Topanga.

The old apartment looked just like the Hunters old apartment. It was empty, abandoned, the only thing different is that trash like magazines, yogurt cups, and so forth were all over the place.

"Shawn, are you in here?" Topanga called out.

"Hey look!" Rachel exclaimed, walking out of Jon's old bedroom,"I found a box of pictures in the closet."

"Oh, let me see!" Angela rushed over to her, and Topanga shrugged and walked over as well.

The first picture was of Jon and his old girlfriend Kat. Angela commented on how beautiful she was. Topanga told them a little about Jon and Kat. And how they got married shortly after Jons motorcycle accident and had a baby boy of their own. The next picture was of Eli Williams trying to get the camera out of his face. Topanga, Angela, and Rachel all giggled. The next one was of Kat and Jon again, with Shawn trying to get in the way of the picture. This picture also withdrew some laughs. Then there was one of George and Jon, and Topanga explained how close they used to be. And another one was of Shawn holding a paper that had an A+ on it. Topanga told them how Jon took Shawn skiing just because of that one paper. And they lookeed at more and more pictures, having giggles and "awws" at plenty of them. And then came one last one. Shawn sat upon a bench, cradling Dana Pruit in his arms. Topanga gave Angela a nervous glance, hoping Angela wasn't gonna ask. But yet, she did anyway.

"Whos that Topanga?"

"Thats...Dana." Said Topanga, "She was Shawns old girlfriend." And Topanga sighed, she knew it was time to tell her best friend the reason for alot of this conflict. "Dana was Shawns first love. Shawn was mostly staying with Eddie at the time. One night, Eddie and his friends got really drunk at a party and they came home when Shawn and Dana were watching tv. Eddie grabbed Shawn and beat him up really bad, Dana was helplesss, one of Eddie's goons had pinned her to the ground. But Dana still struggled really hard and eventually she made them angry so they tied Shawn to a pole and they ripped off her clothes and they raped her that night, and made Shawn watch the whole thing. They even video taped it, they thought humilitaing a young girls body would be funny to have on tape. And from what I understand, one of Eddies friends felt sympathy for Shawn and mailed it to Cory. A day later Dana and her family moved without even saying goodbye to Shawn. And thats the last we heard from her."

There was silence. No body spoke, and all three heads were bowed.

"Thats terrible...he really loved this girl..." Angela whispered.

And Topanga replied in a gentle voice, "Yea he did...and then he saw you...and he saw a new beginning...and now he loves you more than anything..."

Angela looked up and smiled and Topanga could see droplets of tears in her eyes.

Rachel kept her head bowed. Inside her, she was trying to surpress her anger. Shawns a good kid...how could any do something that terrible and then come back years later and cause them even more pain? Her anger boiling inside her, Rachel knew the minute they found him, Eddie was a dead man.

There was a knock on the door.

Topanga gave Angela's hand a squeeze and got up and opened it. There stood Cory, Jack, Alan, Amy, Morgan, Little Cory, and Feeny. All out of breath.

"We think Little Cory knows we're Shawn is." Said Cory.

"Wheres Eric?" Said Rachel.

"We don't know!" Said Amy, Morgan, and Jack simultaneously. The pig squealed.

"It wants us to hurry up, c'mon." Said Cory.

And Topanga, Angela, and Rachel joined the pig chase.

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It must have been a very odd site, a large group of people, young and old, following a large black pig on the streets of Philly in the middle of the night. But they couldn't care less, Jack and Rachel we're determined but the living daylights out of Eddie, Alan and Feeny just wanted him arrested, Angela, Topanga, and Cory just wanted Shawn with them again, and Morgan just wanted everything to be back to normal and not stressful as is the current situation.

Finally, Little Cory took them down a narrow alleyway.

'Why does this place look so familiar?', Most the people in the group thought to themelves.

The alleyway eventually came to a dead end, which had a wooden doorway. The pig stopped here. Cory nodded to the rest of the group, and he swung the door wide open.

"Oh lord..."

"It can't be!"

"It isn't.."

"It is."