A/N: Thanks to all that have been reading. :) Same disclaimers still apply.

Shawn softly closed the door behind himself as he entered his apartment at the 4400 Center. He still held the pictures Jordan had given him in one hand, still tucked under his arm. He hadn't expected to be asked to do something like this for Jordan. There were other people that would be better suited for the job. Shawn could give speeches and talk to crowds but this was something very different. This wasn't something he thought he'd ever have to do for Jordan. It wasn't something Shawn thought he could do. He had a lot of confidence in himself, yes, but not enough to feel like he could talk to someone one on one about joining the Center.

How could Shawn have been better suited to talk to another of the 4400 about this place than Jordan Collier?

He sat on a corner of his bed and flipped through the pictures for a second time, studying each one more carefully this time. He had only briefly glanced at them back in Jordan's office. Still, the moment he saw the young woman in the photographs, he was struck by her beauty. It was a wild, bohemian kind of appeal that people didn't see every day. Not anymore anyway.

Now as he sat in his apartment, in his bedroom, as he studied each picture, he could see there was something special about Elizabeth Davenport. He could see it in her smile, in her eyes, in the way she stood, in the way she dressed. She would have been special even in her own time but since being taken and returned, Elizabeth was even more exceptional. She was, after all, one of the 4400. But Shawn felt like there was more to it than that. Even in photographs, she drew him in, made him curious.

Shawn softly sighed, his eyes closing for a long moment. He wanted to set the photographs aside and forget all about this. He couldn't do this. He couldn't see himself walking up to a stranger and starting a conversation about the 4400 Center, about how they belonged there. He didn't think he had it in him. But he had promised Jordan that he would try. Shawn knew he had to at least try.

He opened his eyes and found himself flipping through the pictures again. He suddenly stopped at one picture in particular. He had looked at it three times now and it had fast become his favorite. Elizabeth seemed to be laughing in the picture. Her hair was in two long, braided pigtails and little wisps of her hair were blowing in the wind. She looked so innocent with her natural makeup and her mouth open wide, in the midst of a laugh.

Shawn carefully studied her face. He wanted to remember the curve of her lips, her nose. He wanted to be able to see her face when he closed his eyes. That's when Shawn wondered what was going on with him. He had never paid this much attention to Nikki and he knew he had loved her. But before he could consider it further, his eyes moved down the picture so he could burn Elizabeth's image into his mind.

Elizabeth wore short dark rinse denim shorts with a thick, sparkly silver belt. There was an antiqued silver butterfly belt buckle on it. A pair of wedge heeled sandals lay discarded on the grass behind her. Her arms were spread out at her sides as if the photographer had caught her while she was spinning in a circle like a child. A white tube top with dark blue butterflies embroidered on it barely covered her, leaving her stomach almost entirely exposed.

Shawn thought she looked especially beautiful like this. So innocent and full of life. The thought of meeting her made him nervous and not just because he was going to be doing this as a favor to Jordan. It had been some time since Shawn had felt this attracted to a girl and he was suddenly afraid that he'd say the wrong thing. He knew he couldn't screw this up. It seemed to mean so much to Jordan that Elizabeth come to the 4400 Center.

How was he going to possibly talk Elizabeth Davenport into coming to the Center for even a tour when Shawn didn't believe he'd be able to say hello to her if he saw her walking down the street?