A/N: Here's the next chapter. Smile even though it's short. :D
Well…this was strange. Shawn couldn't recall any place that he had been to, that had this many flowers. There were small pink flowers and blue ones and purple ones. Not to mention a couple of white ones. All of which sat against the lovely green backdrop of light emerald colored grass. The whole field was bright too. The sun was high in the sky, but it wasn't too warm, and despite Shawn not being able to feel any breeze, the large cotton-ball like clouds floated lazily across the sky.
As Shawn scanned the field, he caught sight of someone a little ways off. Being a little wary, because he had no idea of where he was, Shawn approached the person. All traces of hesitation dropped when he got close enough to see who the person was.
It was a young girl. She was five, Shawn was pretty sure, even though he couldn't see her face because she was staring at the ground, weaving some flowers together. She had long, golden blond hair, that shone brightly in the sunlight. She was also wearing a frilly pink, princess dress.
Moving slowly, so as not to scare the girl…so as not to scare Cammy, Shawn sat down next to her.
"Hi," Shawn said quietly, Cammy did not look up at him, but continued to weave her flowers, "I'm Shawn. You must be Cammy. How—how are you doing?"
"Will you be my friend?" Cammy asked, her voice soft. She still didn't look at Shawn.
"Sure," Shawn said, feeling his stomach start to knot.
Suddenly, right in front of Shawn, a flower bloomed. It looked like an open rose, except for the fact that it was gold…all of it, even the stem and leaves.
Keeping her eyes fixed on the ground, Cammy reached over, and picked the flower. Then she held it out to Shawn.
"Thanks," Shawn said, taking the flower from the small girl.
"We're going to go soon," Cammy said quietly, her small fists tightening around the flowers that she held.
For a moment, the field…the sky…everything, flickered out and suddenly Shawn and Cammy were sitting in a basement. The floor was covered in dirt, there were no windows, and Cammy was wearing the ugly black dress that she had been kidnapped in. Then, just as quickly as the image had come, it disappeared and they were both back in the field.
"Will you help me?" Cammy asked, finally looking up at Shawn. Her bright blue eyes were shinning with tears and a light purple bruise lay on her porcelain cheek.
"Yes," Shawn breathed.
"Hurry."
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With a start, Shawn woke up. He was back in Psych, with his head resting on his desk. Slowly he lifted his head, a pieced of paper coming with it. Peeling it off, he set it on the desk and looked down at his wrist and the ribbon that was tied to it. He could feel Cammy and he knew where she was. And he needed to hurry.