A/N: So, here's the next chapter. Only one more chapter and an epilogue left.

That was probably the closest that Shawn had ever come to having a heart attack. If it wasn't for his psychic powers telling him that Cammy was the only other person in the room, he probably would have had one.

"You're not my uncle," a small voice said softly.

Quickly turning to the source of the voice, Shawn saw, standing against the wall adjacent to the staircase, a young girl. Her hair was stringy and caked with dirt and dust, her face and hands dirty, and her black dress crumpled, as if she had slept in it. She probably had.

Before Shawn could say anything to Cammy, her hand, which had been resting on the wall, quickly came down and the room was plunged in darkness.

Aw, so that's where the light switch was.

"Cammy," Shawn called into the darkness, directing his voice in the direction that he heard her small footsteps go, "It's all right. I've come to help you."

Moving along the wall, Shawn found the light switch with relative ease, and turned the lights back on. Looking around the room, Shawn couldn't see Cammy. Luckily, he didn't have to. Instead, he reached into his pocket, and grabbed the ribbon.

"It's going to be okay," Shawn soothed, as he carefully made his way to the back of the room. "I'm not going to hurt you." Slowly, he pushed aside the old cardboard boxes, that Cammy was hiding behind. "My name is Shawn, I'm with the police." Shawn crouched down, so that he was more to Cammy's eyelevel. Not that she could tell; she was sitting in a ball on the ground, with her head in her arms and she was crying.

"Look," Shawn said, pulling the pink ribbon out of his pocket, "this is your ribbon, isn't it?" The poor girl was terrified of strangers, and Shawn didn't blame her.

Wearily, Cammy lifted her head slightly, only enough to see the ribbon. Upon seeing it, here eyes brightened, and she lifted her head up all of the way.

"Here, let me," Shawn said, gently grabbing Cammy's arm and pulling it out. Then careful not to scare or hurt her, he tied the ribbon around her wrist. "There," Shawn said, when he was done.

Wiping the tears from her eyes, Cammy, for the first time since Shawn got there, looked straight into his eyes. When she did, her eyes widened a fraction, and she looked at him in awe.

"You were in my dreams," Cammy said.

The atmosphere shifted.

"Crap," Shawn shouted, jumping to his feet and startling Cammy.

The uncle was back. Shawn had been so focused on Cammy, he had missed the his approach. Even if Shawn were to grab Cammy and run out of the cellar with her right now, they would reach the living room, just in time to have the uncle open the door and catch them.

"Cammy," Shawn said, turning to the petrified girl, "don't let your uncle know I'm still in here. We might still have a chance if he doesn't know."

The small girl nodded mutely and slowly stood up. Shawn could feel that, despite her fear, Cammy was ready to fight back. She had spirit. He had to give her that.

Shawn started to run up the stairs, hoping that he could at least close the door before the uncle got inside. He was halfway up the creaking staircase, when he heard the sound of the front door opening. Cursing under his breath, Shawn quickly turned around and flew back down into the room. Then, after a second of frantically looking around Shawn hid under the hollow of the staircase and waited.

Only moments after the front door shut, footsteps overhead could be heard. Suddenly there was a loud crashing noise, as if the uncle dropped a bag of groceries. Then running could be heard, before it stopped and a large silhouette blocked the light coming from the doorway.

"Bridgy," John Glendale shouted frantically down into the room, "Bridgett, are you still there?"

Cammy sniffled from the corner that she was standing in, drawing her uncle's attention to her.

"Bridgy," John said, relief flooding through his voice, "you're still here." He started down the stairs. "Bridgy," he said, his tone growing stern. It made Shawn sick. "Why was the door open? Did you open it? You know very well that you shouldn't."

Shawn had seen photos of this guy. Of John. He was…a large man, to say the least. He had wrestled in highschool and a bit in college, and even though he hadn't done anything like that for five years now, Shawn would bet that he still remembered a thing or two. This was definitely not someone that Shawn would want to go hand to hand with, which left surprise as his only weapon. It was only because of this knowledge, that Shawn did what he did. Just as John reached a step that was level to Shawn's head, Shawn reached through the wooden railing and grabbed his ankle.

Crying out, as he started to fall forward, John tried to catch himself, only to have Shawn push his leg out from under him.

"Cammy close your eyes," Shawn yelled, as the large man tumbled down the stairs.

Doing what she was told, Cammy shut her eyes, just in time to miss her uncle come to a sudden stop at the bottom of the staircase.

"Keep 'em closed," Shawn commanded, more gently than his first command, as he rushed over to Cammy and picked her up. Holding the small girl close to him, Shawn hurried out of the cellar. He knew that the fall hadn't killed the uncle and that he would be waking up soon, and he would be pissed.

Running quicker than what he would have thought he could, considering that he had forty extra pounds of weight in his arms, Shawn reached the front door in record time, only to have his arm nearly torn out of its socket when it wouldn't open.

What kind of sick person would lock the door on their way in?

"No problem," Shawn said, more to himself than to Cammy, whose head was buried deep in his shoulder, "I have another way out."

Running back through the living room, and into the kitchen, Shawn reached the broken window. Quickly he put Cammy down and took his jacket off. Then he laid it over the open windowsill.

"Okay, be careful now," Shawn said, lifting Cammy up to the window and helping her slide through, "don't cut yourself."

Once Cammy was out, Shawn followed, grabbing his jacket off of the sill and shaking the glass out of it as he went.

"Here," he said, wrapping the jacket around the young girl, "don't want you to get cold."

When Shawn was satisfied that the jacket wouldn't fall off, he picked Cammy back up and started running down the trail. He had to be careful though, more than once he slipped and almost fell. They had almost reached the place where Shawn had stashed his bike, when the relatively still afternoon air was broken by an almost feral roar, coming from up the trail.

Uh oh, the uncle was awake.

Picking up his speed, Shawn finally reached his bike. Moving as fast as he could, Shawn put Cammy down and started to wheel it out from behind the trees, so that it was back on the road.

"Okay," Shawn said, grabbing his helmet off of the bike and putting it on Cammy, "this is for you," he quickly adjusted the straps so that the overly large helmet would fit on her Cammy's small head. "Really should have brought two," Shawn said, when he was done. "Oh well, come on," picking Cammy up, Shawn sat on the bike, placing the small girl in front of him, so that she was facing him. Then, reaching into his pocket, he pulled the bike keys out and slipped them into ignition. Just as his bike roared to life, so did another vehicle.

Crap.

"Hold on," Shawn commanded, right before he took off down the trail.

As the bike lurched forward, Cammy wrapped her small arms around Shawn's chest. Her arms weren't even long enough for her hands to hook together at his back, Shawn couldn't help but notice.

Shawn had hoped that with the small head start that he and Cammy had gotten, that they would be able to stay ahead of the uncle. Unfortunately, the uncles truck was made for this type of terrain and Shawn's bike wasn't. Before long, John had caught up to the two, and was right behind them.

"Give her back," John shouted through his open window, as he drew level to Shawn, nearly forcing the psychic off of the road.

Shawn didn't bother to answer the man. Anything that he said would just enrage him more.

It was a split second decision. The man probably had never intended to use it, when he put it in his glove compartment. But all that Shawn knew, was that he was aware of the gun, only seconds before it was fired. Hopefully, that would be enough. As the whole forest seemed to explode with the sound of the gun being fired, so did Shawn's shoulder, with pain, as the bullet ripped passed his arm, taking a bit of clothing and skin with it. Gritting his teeth together, he was able to bite back his cry of pain.

Not really sure where his chances would be better, and already swerving off of the road anyway, Shawn tightening his grip on his bike and drove straight into the forest. Weaving through the trees, though, was not as easy as Shawn had anticipated, and he was having a terrible time, keeping his bike under control. The throbbing pain in his arm wasn't helping either. The only good thing was that he, at least for the moment, had lost the uncle.

Continuing his decent down the mountains, and driving further and further from the road and into the heart of the wilderness, Shawn was able to get into a groove and Cammy stopped screaming into his shirt, although she kept her face squished into Shawn's chest.

They were both doing pretty good when, to avoid hitting a tree, Shawn had to maneuver the bike, before he could see where it was going to go. He didn't even think anything of it, until a large tree came into view, right in front of them and, when he tried to turn the bike from it, found that he couldn't. That's when Shawn realized that the bike was in some sort of tight ditch, or rut, that was just deep enough that he couldn't pull his bike out, and he didn't have enough time to put on the brakes and actually have them stop in time.

Making a crack decision, Shawn quickly repositioned his footing on his bike and wrapped one arm tightly around Cammy. Then, using all of his might, he jumped from the bike. As Shawn flew through the air, Cammy in his arms, he wrapped his other arm around her and created a sort of protective cage with his arms, just in time to hit the ground. As they rolled down the slopped terrain, the bike crashed into the tree.

The two didn't seem like they were going to stop, when Shawn's back smashed into the trunk of a tree, his head slamming against a rock next to it. And as hard as he tried, Shawn couldn't stop the world from going fuzzy, and then fading to black.

A/N: Shawn whumpage. It's the best.

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