Author's Note: Here it is, part four.

Part 4

:::Normal P.O.V.:::

"SHAWN!" Henry roared, his voice falling hoarse.

"Henry..." Lassiter said, his voice soft, not quite believing what he had just seen. He turned, his shaking hand reaching for his shoulder holster. "...deal with the flying wolf-robots first...then..." Henry nodded, his face going red.

Then, they'd deal with his son.

McNab's eyes were unnaturally watery as he turned to deal with the incoming Flyboys.

Gus, on the other hand, looked torn between fainting, laughing hysterically, and just standing how he was; his eyes wide, his face pale, and his jaw gaping.

"Guster!" Lassiter barked, snapping Gus out of his trance. He nodded, retrieving his metal bat, brandishing it as threateningly as he could.

The Flyboys reached them almost before they could finish reloading their pistols, with two breaking off to disappear to who knew where.

The mechanical, flying Erasers focused most of their attention on Henry and Lassiter, seeing as the two were the best shots in the group.

Gus was running around like his pants were on fire, swinging the bat from side to side, hitting any Eraser that got too close to the other three men on the trail.

As he smashed in the metal skull of one of the Flyboys, he glanced towards the edge of the drop-off, where Shawn had been standing not ten minutes before.

'Shawn...'

:::With Juliet:::

She was falling, flipping around in the air like some falling leaf on steroids.

The wind was howling past her as she fell, and she coughed as best as she could, both from the lack of oxygen as she fell at faster speeds than she usually drove her car, and from the dust that still clouded in the air.

She should have seen it coming, really.

Shawn had been acting odd, saying something felt off, and he was a psychic for crying out loud.

She should have listened to him.

She had seen the Eraser jumping for Gus, and had seen Shawn yank him out of the way.

And then the wolf-man rammed into her, carrying her with it.

And now she was falling.

She had seen Lassiter staring over the edge of the cliff, his eyes wide, his expression horrified as he paled to a sickly ashen color.

Right before her visibility became zero, she had seen Shawn arrive at the edge.

Her boyfriend for such a short while when compared to how long they had liked each other had seen her falling to her death.

And she was still falling.

'I'm sorry, Shawn.' Juliet thought, closing her eyes as she tried to control her fall a bit more, and failed miserably. 'I'm so sorry...'

But what was she sorry for? For all the mean comments she had ever said? For taking so long to finally accept his want to date her? For not trusting him?

All of it, really.

'How long will it take for me to hit the ground?'

At least, when she was dead, she'd be able to reach out from the grave, and maybe get a message through to Shawn and to everybody else. Shawn was a psychic, after all.

She just never thought she'd be the spirit contacting the crazy man-child.

'Why is it taking so long to hit the ground?'

The mountain hadn't been that tall, had it?

She cracked her eyes open.

Nope, still falling.

And then something falling much faster than her slammed into her side, wrapping arms around her.

At first she thought it was the Eraser that had carried her over the edge of the cliff.

She kicked wildly, punching and kicking and clawing and screaming. But really, what was the point? She was going to hit the ground soon enough anyway.

It wasn't like it really mattered.

"Juliet!"

Her eyes snapped open. Staring into hers was a pair of blue-green eyes that she knew well, eyes that she had fallen in love with long before she even knew it.

"Shawn?!"

The man-child grinned.

She slapped him.

"Ow! What was that for?!"

"You idiot!" Juliet yelled over the howling wind. Tears flew out of her eyes, and they were no longer just from falling so quickly. "You're such an idiot..."

"What?! Why?!"

"You jumped off a cliff, you idiot! You shouldn't have done that!"

"I couldn't just let you do this alone, Jules!" Shawn shouted back. His voice was so quiet, even though his nose was just inches from her own. "I'm never going to let you do anything like this alone!"

"You idiot!" Juliet buried her head in his shoulder.

She hadn't wanted to die and leave her boyfriend behind...

...but this is definitely not what she had wanted, either.

They fell in silence for a minute, and then Shawn called:

"You don't want to die."

"Nice observation, Shawn!" He shook his head, and looked like he wanted to tap his head, but Juliet knew he wasn't about to let go of her.

"I don't really want to die, either!" He grinned wryly. "Dying doesn't seem very good for my health!"

"Too late for second thoughts, stupid!" Shawn nodded, and hugged her. She could feel it now, just sense it. The ground wasn't to far away. Shawn's tightening grip on her back was proof enough to that; she didn't need to be psychic to figure that out.

So this was it.

"Shawn, I love you." She whispered in his ear. He froze, and for a moment, Juliet was worried he wasn't going to speak.

"Love you, too, Jules." Another few moments of silence, and he hugged her tighter as she buried her face in his shoulder again. "Jules, do you trust me?"

Trust him?

What kind of question was that?

And was now really the time?

Why would he-

...oh.

Before, she had asked him how she could trust him, now that he had been lying about the Erasers. He thought she didn't trust him. But did she?

She had been sorry before, for not trusting him. She hadn't trusted him, then, because of his lies. She had not trusted him even a bit.

Below, she heard the crashing of trees as the heavier body of the Eraser smashed through the large plants and slammed into the ground.

"I trust you."

"Good." Shawn sighed, sounding relieved. "Then I hope you'll still love me-"

He was cut short by a loud snap.

A shocking jolt ran through her body, a rippling pain that ran from head to toe.

And then she felt absolutely nothing.

Author's Note: I THINK part five will be the last part. Probably. Maybe...yep.