Disclaimer: I don't own WOWP or Camp Rock :) Only the storyline.

A/N: I really hope you like this chapter. It's quite different from how I pictured it, but I think it turned out okay. Don't forget to tell me what you think! :D

Normal POV

Alex woke up again in the middle of the night, not realizing how loud she'd been screaming. Rebecca was sitting on the bed next to her, trying to shake her awake. Nate was standing at the other side of the room.

Sitting up, Alex touched her face which she realized was wet with tears.

"What happened?" she asked.

Rebecca smiled, making Alex feel better, especially when she realized she was breathing heavily and her heart was racing. "I don't know, sweetie. You just had another dream is all. Do you remember anything?"

Alex closed her eyes and tried to remember, but only a few images came to her mind. The two men – Ed and the nameless one – were watching her. She was curled in the corner of… a motel room? It seemed so.

The cheap lavender wallpaper was beginning to peel off where the wall met the ceiling. A dim light gave the room an eerie glow. What was she doing there?

Suddenly voices came from one of them, she didn't bother to look. Her wrists were a purplish color, likely bruising from having her hands bound, and she stared down at them. It was hard to hear what they were saying.

"Man, I don't know about this…..could be dangerous for…..not really a good idea if…especially since…"

Their practically inaudible conversation was cut short when another man walked in the room – but she couldn't see his face. It was as if he had a black shroud over it. He was shorter, a bit plump, and had two rings on both his hands – on his right, they were on his thumb and middle finger, and on the left they were on his pinky and index finger. Each ring was gold with some sort of engraving on each, but it was impossible to read.

Alex just stayed in the corner, not wanting to look up – the man was asking questions about her, if she knew anything too confidential, mostly.

But of course she didn't. She was too drugged up and tired to understand much of what they were saying, let alone where she was.

The man then looked over to Alex… he had something in his hand. She backed further into the corner, noting that her shoes were still on, and her heels ached.

He took a step closer to her, looked her up and down… and everything went blank. Alex completely lost her train of thought and refocused on the present, and on the worried woman in front of her.

With concerned eyes, she placed her hand on Alex's shoulder. "You want to talk about it?" she asked.

Alex explained the significant details and left out any unimportant aspects.

Glancing up, her eyes met Nate's for a brief moment. He looked angry. Not at being awake at this ungodly hour, but at the fact that someone had put her through all of this. She had been living a normal, probably amazing life, and now she didn't remember any of it and she was scared. Even when she smiled at him to reassure him, he could see it in her eyes – the fear of not knowing… the fear that it could happen again.

Picking her hand up, Alex wiped tears from her face and sat up straighter. "Thank you so much Rebecca. For everything… for being here… for letting me be here. You have no idea how much it means to me."

Rebecca pulled her into a hug, shaking her head. "Sweetheart, don't worry about it – we love you being here. You're like the daughter I never had."

Mrs. Gray smiled at her, stood up, and said goodnight. Nate was still standing in the doorway, seeming to be in a slightly better mood, but there was still a pained look on his face. As if he wanted to help but couldn't. Or didn't know how.

Alex stood up, tenderly placing her feet on the ground for fear of hurting her injured ankle, and walked up to Nate. Barely realizing her next action, Alex hugged him tightly, thanking him. He closed his eyes, hugging her back, feeling his heart flutter again – wishing this moment could last forever.

"Thank me for what?" he asked, slightly confused.

"Everything… I mean, I wouldn't be here without you," she said, looking up at him.

Shaking his head, Nate claimed, "I was just in the right place at the right time…"

"Well, that's good enough for me," she laughed. She mouthed a thank you one more time and leaned into him, comforted.

Mitchie POV

It was hard to bear it – my best friend had been gone for so long, and there was no way to find out if she was okay. I just had to hear her voice, see her laughing, know that she was fine. I wish it was as easy as picking up a phone and calling her, reassuring myself, knowing that she wasn't in any trouble.

I prayed every night she would come home safely. It was hard to focus in school knowing that the girl you had known since you were in preschool, the girl who stood up for you and you stood up for, had been ripped from your life and you had no idea whether she was going to come back.

But I had to be strong. And after we sent in a picture of Alex along with a description to the local police station, they'd been in contact with places near us. Apparently there were a few sightings of a girl who looked similar to her somewhere in California. That was a pretty good distance from New York, but we were flying over there anyways. Because even if it was a slim chance, it was still a chance… and that was enough for me. That was enough for her brothers and for her parents.

So we were flying out tomorrow, to look for her. We weren't positive we would find her, but it was pretty obvious that she was out there somewhere. Because I know… somehow I know that if she was gone, I would feel it… I would be able to tell I lost my best friend.

Normal POV

Alex woke again to the beating of warm sun on her face, light illuminating the entire bedroom. She turned over, feeling as though someone was watching her.

She rolled onto her back and sat up, suddenly just feet away from a pair of young, curious eyes.

"Can I help you, Frankie?" she asked, rubbing her eyes and smiling at the boy.

"No, I was just wondering if you were still here. I just walked in," he explained.

Alex giggled, "Of course I'm still here, where would I go?"

Shrugging, Frankie said, "Well, I dunno. So does that mean you're like my sister now?"

She laughed louder and stretched, looking at the alarm clock… 9:45 am. "Only if you want me to be."

He nodded rapidly and hugged her, whispering, "That means I have the prettiest sister in the world!"

"That's so sweet, Frankie. You know, you're a little gentleman. I bet your mom's very proud of you. Now you'll just have to teach it to Shane and a few million other guys, and I'm sure the world will be a nicer place."

He laughed, taking Alex's hand and walking her downstairs.

Mrs. Gray smiled at the two. "Did you have a better night's sleep?" she asked.

Nodding, Alex opened her mouth to thank Rebecca again when Frankie spoke up. "Mom, she's my new sister, you know. That means you're not the only girl in the family anymore!" he informed her, his eyes bright, looking ecstatic.

"Well, that's wonderful, darling, thank you for finding someone who will keep my sanity in this crazy household," she said, bending down to kiss him on the forehead.

"Honey, are you hungry?" Rebecca asked Alex.

Several grumbling noises from her stomach answered the mother's question.

"What do you want for breakfast?" she asked. Alex shrugged, saying, "Anything you have is fine, I'm sure I'll eat anything."

She laughed, rubbing her stomach. Mrs. Gray smiled and held up a box of Toaster Strudels. "These okay?" she asked.

Alex nodded, and Rebecca popped them into the toaster.

The Gray's kitchen was beautiful. It had various neutral-colored square tiles covering the ground under everyone, and light tan colored marble counters along the sides of the kitchen. White cabinets lined parts of the wall, as well as providing for storage areas of other kitchen necessities under the counters. There was a small window just above a marble sink with ivory handles and a silver faucet. The huge fridge took up most of the wall it was against. In the center of the kitchen was the island, the same color as the counters, where Alex and Frankie had taken a seat.

Alex was so caught up in her inspection of the room that she jumped when she heard the pastries pop out of the toaster. Mrs. Gray placed them on a plate and handed them to her "new daughter."

Once finished with breakfast, Alex went upstairs to shower with the new apple shampoo and conditioner she bought with Rebecca. She changed into light wash jeans and a dark green v-neck t-shirt and a white lacey tank top underneath. After brushing her teeth and blow-drying then straightening her hair, Alex put on a bit of makeup and walked downstairs to play board games with her new little brother.

After beating her at Trouble twice and losing once, Frankie decided they should watch a movie. Alex happily complied, tying her hair into a ponytail.

The two watched Bolt, but about three-quarters of the way through the movie heard loud footsteps upstairs. Alex looked down at Frankie who sighed and said, "It's just Shane and his friends."

Alex nodded, and didn't budge when she heard what might have been several elephants sprinting down the stairs, laughing. She could distinguish four voices, her attention faltering a bit when she heard Chris' being one of them. Great, she thought. The huge couch was facing away from the stairs… maybe he wouldn't recognize the back of her head?

She slumped down a little more where she was sitting when the room went silent – and it wasn't because the boys had left.

One of them whispered, "Dude, I didn't know you had a sister."

Shane whispered back, "She's not my sister; she's just staying with us for a while."

Obviously, boys aren't great at whispering.

Alex coughed, obviously faking it, hinting that she could hear them.

"Do you think she can hear us?" one said.

Alex rolled her eyes and whispered as loudly as possible to Frankie, "Jeez, your brother is horrible at whispering. He might need some practice; do you think you can teach him?"

Frankie apparently thought this was hilarious and snorted, cracking up and leaning forward. His laughter was contagious because after a few seconds Alex was holding her sides because they were starting to hurt.

After a minute, the two calmed down, Alex saying, "Deep breaths, Frankie, we still have to finish our movie."

Shane leaned over the edge of the couch close to Frankie, but looking at Alex. "Mind if we join you?" he asked her, with a charming smile.

Alex nodded, smiling widely, but saying, "I do, but it's up to Frankie since this was his idea."

Frankie looked up at Alex, shaking his head. Not caring that anyone recognized her, Alex turned around on the couch to face Shane and his friends.

"I guess that's a no, sorry," she grinned, turning to sit back down.

She realized that, while she turned, Chris had his eye on her – obviously remembering the day at the mall. "Hey, do I know you from somewhere? Didn't we meet at the mall?" he asked.

Alex smiled, turning again, "Uh, no, I don't recall."

He seemed taken aback, obviously he wasn't used to being forgotten. "Yeah, it was you… at the food court, remember?"

Her grin widened, knowing this was bugging him, and said, "Hmm… um, no, not really. I think I would remember if I met someone in the past few days. Sorry."

Chris muttered, "I know you remember. Every girl remembers me."

She shrugged, pursing her lips and shaking her head. "Nope, nothing. Well… maybe you do look a bit familiar. But I don't remember…"

"Well, even if you don't remember, wouldn't you like to get to know me?" he asked, hopeful. Chris looked uncomfortable. Obviously, he wasn't the type who might be asking for this.

Alex rolled her eyes and put her hand on Frankie's shoulder. "I'm gonna go get us some snacks. Do you want anything?"

Frankie smiled at Alex and told her he wanted popcorn. "I'll pause the movie!" he quickly shouted to her.

She was already walking up stairs, but she mouthed a thank you before she was out of sight. When she reached the kitchen, she opened the pantry and pulled out a box of popcorn, opening it and reaching for a packet, then putting the box away. She pulled off the packet's wrapping and threw the plastic away, placing the popcorn in the microwave and turning it on.

Alex reached down into a cupboard and pulled out a big plastic bowl, placing it on the counter then grabbed two bottles of water. Once she was finished preparing everything, she turned around to wait for the popcorn to finish, and realized she had an audience.

The four boys were sitting at the island, just watching her. Creepy, Alex thought, quickly adding to herself, and desperate.

She leaned against the island facing the boys and asked, "Again, can I help you?" She was directing the question at Chris. His face suddenly brightened and he smiled hugely. "So you do remember," he said triumphantly.

Alex rolled her eyes. "Well? Do you need something? I'm pretty sure you have something better to do than stare at someone making popcorn."

The boys shook their heads. Alex glanced at each before turning to the popcorn. Chris didn't have his "followers" with him today, he and Shane were with a tall dark haired boy with dark blue eyes and a shorter – yet still tall – boy with copper colored hair and green eyes.

Once the snack was finished in the microwave, Alex poured the bag into the large bowl and threw away the packet, tucking the water bottles under her arm and grabbing the bowl. She looked each boy up and down, pitying them but not showing it, and walked back downstairs.

"Dude, when did you get so lucky?"

"No idea."

"She's hot!"

"She actually remembered me. I knew it."

"I can hear you!" Alex called.

"Crap."

A/N: Okay, I'll update ASAP. A lot going on right now and it might be a while till the next chapter is up. I'll be done soon :D