A/N: Oh, wow guys... it's been an awfully long time. I can not apologize enough. If anybody's still reading this, I'm sorry. The only legit exucse I have now is school, but before it started again, I was literally out of ideas for this story. I lacked inspiration, motivation and all else. Hope you forgive me. xo.

Pure Intentions
Chapter Fourteen: Revelations

Once Shawn arrived, Violet was already half-way out the door.

She had stopped crying, that much was clear, but the remnants of her tears were still visible. She didn't give a care at all, which meant she was soley focused on finding Chris and sorting things out. Although the former would be hard to accomplish, seeing as he had left without any word of where he was headed and would not pick up his cell phone.

She had to rely on her guesses as to where he would be. The first places she'd think to check were the bars. There was about a million in this city, but she'd be able to locate her brother. Even if it took all night, and the following day...she was determined.

"Violet," Shawn said as he caught her before she could leave, and she began to wiggle restlessly in his arms. "Let me go, I need to find Chris before he does something reckless!"

He tossed aside her logic and didn't move a muscle. "One: leaving you alone does count as doing something reckless, and two: he could be anywhere!"

"Which is why I have to find him!" Stubbornly, she still tried to break free from his grasp.

"Vi, listen to me," he directed, and reluctantly she stopped squirming in his grip, "we'll find him, okay? And we'll make sure he's alright." This assurance was greatly needed, and it calmed the younger Irvine down a bit. She chewed her bottom lip as she met his gaze.

"We? You're going to help?"

He nodded. "Of course. I wouldn't be here if I weren't."

The conflicted girl slowly gave her boyfriend a cautious, affectionate kiss. It only lasted seconds before she pulled away, smiling softly in gratitude. "...I don't know what I'd do without you."

"Oh, I'm sure you'd manage," the man said, giving her a sly wink as they seperated.

The blonde woman giggled, and for a moment she forgot all about her predicament. HBK grinned, glad to see that she was no longer as upset as she was before; and even more happy to see such a familiar countenance grace her usually bright, lively features.

"You seemed to be doing just fine before you met me," he added, prompting her to gaze at him in prominent amusement.

"Trust me, I was a real mess inside," she joked, dramatically placing her hand on the region above her heart, and sighing as if in relief. He chuckled, and was pained to have to remind her of her shortly omitted mission.

"Can I ask you something? Has he done this before?" She was sure by 'this' he meant walked out. Although she knew the answer, Violet paused, and remained silent a while before admitting quietly. "No, he's never - we've never fought like this before, actually."

Her hands were fidgeting, he noticed. She seemed to be stressed. Really stressed. If only he could relieve her of her anxiety. It pained him to see her as wrought up as she was now.

"I'm sorry," he offered honestly, knowing despite his wishes, it wouldn't help at all. He also couldn't help think that this was mostly his fault. If he hadn't paid so much attention to her... if he had just went on with his normally bland, boring life... then maybe this would've have happened. She wouldn't be here with him, while her brother drove himself into a rage. They'd be together (as siblings should be, especially in the case of them two) and he wouldn't be between them like he was.

But yet, if he was given a chance to rewind the past month or two's events... he didn't think he'd take it...

"I don't know where to start first." Her voice broke him out of his comtemplative state, and he was brought back to the reality of the current situation. Suddenly, Shawn remembered something. His face must've gave signs of recognition because instantly Violet was questioning what he was thinking of.

"I have a fairly good idea of where Chris could be." That's all it takes for them to move.

- x -

His knowledge of Chris' possible whereabouts doesn't go unnoticed. She asks where he's taking them, but he silences her with a gentle squeeze of his hand to hers, and a whisper of 'everything will be just fine' and the air around them falls silent for the remainder of the short drive. Soon, they arrive at another hotel, one a bit lacking in style, and when they enter the lobby, he quizzically tells her to stay put as he heads to the elevator.

Of course, she asks an explanation to that as well.

"I've got to make sure he's here first, okay? I don't to be mistaken, and having brough you here on my false assumptions." With that flat response, he makes a move to leave. Violet, unsatisfied, stops him before he can take another step, though.

"At least tell me what floor you're going to so I can find you if I get tired of waiting?"

Shawn sighs in exasperation. She won't let him leave until he tells her, so he does. "Third floor."

And then he's off. Only a little while later does she decide to follow him.

- x -

He reaches room number 310, and knocks upon the door. A few muffled sounds are heard behind it, and soon it's swung open by none other than Chris himself.

"What are you doing here?" he seethes, none-too-friendly; Shawn just rolls his eyes.

"We both know perfectly well why I'm here-" HBK's interjected by Chris' refusal to let him finish.

"Don't give me that!" he nearly shouts, an octave away from yelling. He's already angered just by the presence of the older man, and it doesn't take a genius to figure out that the feeling is quite mutual.

Chris continues. "Why don't you just leave and go be with her! You guys wanted eachother so damn much, so just go and-"

Shawn's normally warm eyes turn cold - turn into an shade of blue so icy, that they could have easily been Chris' own.

"You're an idiot if you really believe that just because she has me," the Canadian's upper lip twitches as he hears the words out loud, "she doesn't need you."

It's true. Chris unadmittedly hates not being the one to comfort, assure, protect Violet. It's always been just the two of them. Always.

Since the earliest day he could remember, he was there for her, and she was there for him.

And although he had had his fair share of failed relationships, and unfortunate affairs, it made him feel weird to first know that she was seemingly head over heels for someone he's idolized and practically worshipped since he was a teenager. It was too abrupt, too... unexpected. He refused to believe it.

"Well, it's the opposite, Chris. She needs us, both."

But he sees the way she looks at him, and he at her. Their countenances usually resemble something more than adoration. Maybe something along the lines of love, but he can't be sure. It's stupid for him to be thinking like this, but he can't help it.

"...she didn't make a choice because there isn't one, despite what you think. If you just accepted the fact that maybe Violet and I care for eachother, then maybe we wouldn't have this problem."

He's basically having a revelation right at this very moment, standing in the hallway in front someone he had loathed so much in the past few hours. That revelation being that the closest thing he's ever felt to (romance-wise) love was when he was with- Speak of the devil, here he came now. Behind him, he could feel the warmth of his body radiating behind his own. Jason pressed up against his back, wrapping his arms around his lover's waist, unaware that they had company. He grinned, and pressed a kiss to Chris' cheek. One that automatically told anyone watching that they were involved as more than just friends.

Shawn's eyebrows rose and he let out something that could hardly be counted as a cough. Jay finally realized that somebody else was with them and immediately let go of a blushing Y2J, releasing a very quiet and surprised "oh" as he did so.

It was awkward, to say the least.

"What the hell?"

Neither of them had spoken. It had been Violet.

She had been watching the whole exchange from the end of the hallway, a wall hiding her from sight. Shawn groaned to himself, and neither Chris nor Jay could think of anything to say. The latter then retreated into the room, after excusing himself under his breath.

Violet glared at her brother, furiously. "What the hell's been going on?"

He attempted something not relatively close to a smile, and said feebly, "I was going to tell you sooner or later..."

An audible smack could be heard but it went ignored; The Heartbreak Kid had slapped his palm onto his conflicted face.

"How long?" She means the time in which he and Jay had been "together". He looks down at his feet, as if the unsual pattern in the carpet beneath them was the most interesting thing in the world.

Sheepishly, he mumbles "a few months." And with a slight scoff of disbelief, she's whirling around on her heel. With Chris, this time instead of Shawn, trailing behind her.