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"Is-An-y-bo-dy-be-hind-you,-my-Shawn? We're all alone here, I'm gonna bail, you better not, oh yes I will….." I DON'T OWN BOY MEETS WORLD, though I still don't know who does anymore…? I DON'T OWN O'RIELLY FACTOR, that's Fox News Network.

Jonathan Turner spent the night crying himself into a restless and fitful sleep, trying to figure out what to do for Shawn in the morning.

Chapter 3 – Living the News

"This is Fox News Live, O'Reilly Factor, No Spin zone starts now."

Eli had been over a while, Jon called him over, not to tell him the grave news, but just for Shawn's benefit. It looked like he simply wanted to forget that he had a Doctor's appointment today, as if it would be like confirming what he already knew. Jon was devastated that the boy so close to becoming his legal son was now facing dying so young. It wasn't fair, Shawn hadn't even begun to live yet and already he'd have the responsibility of leaving a will. Jon had already had one written for himself long ago, but Shawn wouldn't even have to do that until at least thirty. Until now. Jon still had Shawn finish his assignments, his grades had to improve after all, but he did go easy on him. He was struggling to stay awake. His body was clearly tired of fighting the disease on it's own. But one thing hadn't left, that was Shawn's spirit. He hoped Shawn would retain that to the bitter end. Once you've lost hope, stopped smiling, Jon knew he wouldn't have much time left. Jonathan had adopted him, he just hadn't filed the paperwork with the Child Services until he knew Shawn would accept it, not knowing that's what Shawn had wanted all along. He looked at the clock, it was 12pm, Shawn's appointment was 12:30 this afternoon.

"Hey Shawn, you ready to go yet?"

"Of course, Jon, but I guess I'm still scared. I don't know what to expect."

"Of course not, but maybe they could still give you more time. The time estimate will not be the most important though. What we need to know is if they can properly fight this with medications. That's why you should have come to me immediately, we can't risk catching this thing too late. I just don't want to lose you kid. I should have told you long ago that you like a son to me."

"I know that Jon. It was a stupid mistake on my part to not tell you. I just didn't want to believe it, now I guess I have to."

Eli was then snacking on potato chips, attempting to make Shawn laugh a little. He started stuffing the things into his mouth, forming the infamous Daffy Duck grin with the two chips, then taking a couple soda straws, and made antennae. "Heh… what outfit would ever be complete without mask!" Eli joked. Shawn then looked over at him, and burst out laughing at his absurdity. This lightened the moods of the three of them considerably.

Jon then drove Shawn over to the doctor's office in the snow. Shawn had waited until the weather had progressed into winter to tell him anything about the cancer. That's what made him worry so, he didn't know when he had started into the pain. One of the symptoms was throwing up blood, and he was honestly afraid he'd lose Shawn before they could even start living.

Jon thought on this though. His own grandparents had died the night he moved to Connecticut with his parents. His grandmother had had Leukemia. He knew what it was like for her. A tear escaped his eyes as he glanced at Shawn and turned into the driveway of the hospital offices of Shawn's new doctor.

"We can't take risks." Jon said gazing into his fiancee's bright blue eyes.

"We have to Jonathan. We don't know if this will kill me." Dana said as she climbed into the car. "I will go on the chemo next week. I just don't think this will work."

"You have to have hope Dana."

"You have to have hope Shawn. Otherwise you'll be doomed. You have to think that you will make it through this, no matter what form this takes, how close to death this takes you, you have to stay strong."