Disclaimer: Still don't own Camp Rock and all that jazz...

Oh, wow, let's see if I even remember how to do this anymore... I had to go re-read my entire story to remember it. haha. So this is the big finale! :] After a year off I've come back to conclude this... So here we go, go, go again - for the last time.

Mitchie and Shane sat nervously back at camp the day after the blood testing had happened. Nate, surprisingly, was no where to be found. So much for that I-might-be-the-father,-I-want-to-be-here-for-you-bullshit... Mitchie mused to herself sitting hand in hand with Shane.

Suddenly Shane's call phone started blaring a ringtone for an unknown number, breaking the icy cold silence that had fallen over the room.

Shane glanced nervously up at Mitchie, not knowing what to expect. Mitchie shot a 'I don't know' expression back, and shrugged her shoulders. Shane then proceeded to pick up the phone, and hit 'talk' with a bit of hesitation and caution in his motions.

"Hello?" Shane queried in to the receiver.

Mitchie could hear a voice drone on for a short while, but the sound was too muffled to comprehend.

"Okay, thanks" Shane replied simply before hanging up the phone.

"Well?" Mitchie questioned, "Who was it?"

"We have a package up at the main cabin." Shane replied, obviously letting his nerves start to get to him a little bit. "Guess it's time for fate..."

Mitchie stiffened a bit, almost wishing that the package would have been lost in the mail or something. But now that it hadn't, and it was waiting at the front desk for them, reality set in about what was happening, and Mitchie was no longer able to hold her emotions back. Tears welled in her eyes as she tried with all her might to hold them back, but it was to no avail. Finally, the barrier broke, and rivers of tears flowed down Mitchies face, pooling on her shirt and soaking through. Shane, seeing how scared she was grabbed her quickly, pulling her into his arms tightly, and stroking her hair as he held her to him.

"Don't worry, Mitchie, everything will be alright, it's okay, remember, I love you... I love you so damn much..." Shane whispered into her ear, attempting to calm her down, but actually feeling very sincere and strongly about the words he was saying. No matter what the outcome, he knew he still wanted to spend the rest of his life with her.

Mitchie let the calming words fill her, and the tears eventually stopped flowing from her bright eyes as he stroked her back and hair. She felt so safe in his arms, as if nothing could ever harm her while she was with him, and it was true. But when they weren't together, physically together, it was anyones guess as to what could happen. She hated it.

Shane slowly released his grip, stroking the side of her face and wiping the tears and running mascara from her cheeks. Shane gently pressed his lips to hers forehead and then pulled back. "Now," he said, "lets go get that package before someone else can get their hands on it, okay?" he finished it off with a small chuckle and a tentative gin spread across his face. His heart was racing, but he knew he had to try to keep the mood light - for her sake.

"Okay... I guess it's now or never.." Mitchie sighed meekly.

Shane stood up and offered her a hand. Taking it, he helped her to her feet, but he refused to let go. Shane delicately slipped his fingers between hers and starting guiding them on their way.

Half way along to the main cabin Nate zipped in from out of nowhere.

"Hey, sorry if I'm kidda late..." Nate apologized.

"It's fine. We are just going to get the package now anyway, you haven't really missed anything." Mitchie replied trying to be friendly, after all, he was still her friend, right?

Nate held the pace as he walked along side Mitchie. He on her left, Shane on her right, with she and Shane's fingers still intertwined. But every once in a while she would discreetly reach for Nate's hand to squeeze to assure him she was okay with him being there. Finally they had made it to their destination.

Shane released Mitchie's hand once inside to go claim the package, but as soon as he returned, he made sure to take it up again as they ventured back to Shane's cabin to revealed their fate.

XOXOXOXO

Back in Shane's cabin the three of them gather, all holding their breath.

"Well," Shane sighs, "Here goes nothing.." He adds slashing the package open before pulling out a pamphlet about the clinic and testing, followed by similar ones on various topics such as safe sax, abortions and parenthood, before finally finding two sheets stapled together with data, front and back.

Shane's eyes studied the paper harshly as Mitchie's hand squeezed the hand Shane was not using. He returned the squeeze flipping the page and suddenly his face was drained of all color. Nate looked at him knowing something was wrong, his stomach sinking as he assumed he must be the father. Mitchie, however, was oblivious to the sudden change in Shane, her eyes were shut tight, holding her breath as Shane continued reading to himself.

"Well?" She whispered hoarsely, eyes still glued shut.

"There must... there must be a mistake" Shane stammered point blank. Mitchie's heart shattered, she knew he was about to say something she didn't want to hear. Suddenly, her eyes shot open, hearing something roughly hit the floor. She peered down and saw Nate.

"Nate, what the hell are you doing?!" Mitchie huffed annoyed that he was acting like a child for something so seriously. But his face had a mix of emotions on it. First perplexed, then sweet, then looking like her was going to puke, then just plain horrified. Mitchie scoffed rolling her eyes at his strange behavior. "I demand you to tell me what the hell you think you are doing! This is seriously Nate!" She groaned.

"I am being serious, Mitchie." He countered trying to muster the courage to speak, finally finding his voice as he reached in his pocket. "Mitchie, I'm sorry for everything, but if I am the father, I want to be there for you, and support the baby, and support you. I mean, this might kinda be my fault." He said nervously glancing to Shane and seeing his growing anger.

"Okay, Nate, seriously! You are starting to freak me out, what is going on with you?!" Mitchie says, as it is now her turn to have mixed emotions cross her face. First and formost, utter confusion, seemly baffled, somewhat angry, but strangling happy that he is actually sticking this out instead of running away from something that might be his fault after all. It seems completely sweet and inappropriate all at the same time.

"I guess what I'm trying to say," He shudders, trying to ignore the anger radiating from Shane, "is, Mitchie, will you marry me?"

Mitchies face drops, stunned at the words she thought she just heard come from Nate's mouth. "Excuse me?" She murmurs somewhat in disgust raising her eyebrows as he holds a ring. Her eyes flicker to the ring, then to his face. This must be a joke. But Nate looks completely serious.

Before he can answer Mitchie there is the sound of skin connecting with skin, and a loud pop. Nate is thrown back to the floor and Mitchie looks at him horrified before looking up and seeing Shane, fists clenched advancing to where Nate lays, his nose bloody. Mitchie gasps at the sight, getting to her feet and leaping at Shane.

"STOP!" She screams, "JUST STOP! THIS IS INSANE!" She protests, grabbing Shane's fist and blocking his path to where Nate sits on the floor, wiping his blood from his face.

"No Mitchie, that's not insane, what IS insane is that that bastard over there thinks he can propose to my fuckin' fiance, in front of my face, sleep with her, almost knocking her up and he thinks he can get the fuck away with it!" His face grows red with rage as he tries to advance on Nate again, but Mitchie protests with the force of her body.

"Shane!" She screams, "STOP!" She demands, tears coming to her now, "I know it wasn't right for Nate and I to have slept together, no matter what the circumstance," Shane opens his mouth in protest, but Mitchie puts a stern hand up to stop him, continuing on, "but he was just trying to do what he thought was right. How could you hit him for that?" She manages. "My answer is no, Nate," she says turning to him now, "I'm in love with Shane, but thank you for attempting to do what you thought was only right of you." She manages a weak smile, turning back to Shane. "Wow Shane, I didn't know you got so jealous!" She teases, flicking his nose with her pointer finger before planting a soft kiss on him. "Now, what did those paper say?" You ask half-heartedly.

Shane inhales deeply through his nostrils, then speaks. "Well, I'd be the father..." He states simply, hesitating as Mitchie's eyes grew wide with joy as she leaps forward, hugging his happily, "if we were having a baby." He adds almost inaudibly.

She breaks away. "Wait, what?" She asks confused assuming this was his way of telling her it was Nate's. She stood waiting for reassurance.

"Mitch," He adds softly, stoking her cheek, her face now emotionless. "Sit down." He instructs. She does as she is told and sits timidly. Nate is already on one side of her placing a hand on her leg to reassure that he is there for her. She shudders at his unfamiliar touch, batting his hand away with eyes that scream 'don't touch me!'

"Mitchie," Shane re-groups, tears settling in his eyes as he puts her hand in his, this she allows. "I'm the father but you are not going to have a baby."

Her eyes grow wide in horror as she gets to her feet to protest.

"Shane Adam Grey! If you think I am going to get a fuckin' abortion, you are dead-fuckin-wrong!" You say in a tremoring, raged voice, giving him a death glare. "You said you would be here for me and the baby.." She is cut off.

"Mitchie!" Shane interrupts her rant. "I would never ask you to do that!" His eyes pleading in disbelief. He sighs as Mitchie's rage settles a little and confusion hits her now more than ever.

"Then what the hell do you mean I'm not having a baby? Incase you have forgotten, I am pregnant!" She says, angry tears in her eyes.

"We're." Shane corrects. "Mitchie," Shane gets to his feet, stroking her face, she reluctantly allows it. "You had a miscarriage Mitch." His tears fall. "They said by the time we went to get the test, the pregnancy had been naturally terminated... that you were probably only pregnant for about a week. But it was mine." It was. The words chocked in his throat. "I'm sorry" he whispered as tears fell from her eyes. He held her close to him. "It's okay, bab-" He stopped, hearing the word that was about to come out, "honey." He corrected, both of them sobbing silently against each other as Nate secretly slipped out the doorway, sighing.

XOXOXO

Morning had come, and Shane and Mitchie lay in bed, Her arms around his waist, still asleep, and obviously exhausted from the emotional roller coaster of the night before. After finding out she had lost something she had barely even had, and the anxiety of waiting to find out, it was an understatement to say she was drained, both emotionally and physically. Shane sat in bed strumming a guitar lightly, attempting not to awaken Mitchie, but when inspiration strikes, you have to go with it before you lose it. Before you lose it. His thoughts echoed those words in his head. He had lost a child he had never even really had.

There are only two things you really have to do. To live and to die. To every beginning, an end. To every start, a finish. Life begins, and it ends all the time. But it's something hard to come to grips with. You've always been taught how to live, but death, I assume, is something you don't have to know how to do. It just happens. But what about being witness to death? Why don't they teach you how to deal with that. To every life, there is death, every beginning an end, but this is the end before the beginning has a chance. It's hard to really imagine, and Shane sees that too.

Shane sang to himself, along with the mellow guitar.

The morning breaks, the sun shines threw,

The drawn curtains hang limp against the window,

Imagines appear through the light, upon you.

The morning brings a new beginning to our day,

we live our lives in fast motion,

and we are the lucky ones,

blessed with a new day, never taking this notion,

We live for the moment,

But what if it all went away?

If you knew it was going to end,

What would you do?

What would you say?

Live every moment as it's last?

Find hope in a new day?

Could you finally have the nerve to tell her,

All things true,

Could you finally find the courage to say,

How much I need you.

I love you.

Shane's heart ached with his words, he leaned his head back to the headboard and suddenly jumped at the voice.

"Babe, that was beautiful." Mitchie mused in awe. "I love you, Shane." She smiled up at him.

Shane breathed in relief, "Thanks sweetheart, I love you too."

A silence fell between the two. But Shane suddenly broke it.

"So, you gunna be okay?" He asked timidly.

"I think so." Mitchie replied knowing that this was probably true. She looked up, her arms still holding to his waist, and kissed him lightly on the lips.

"I really do love you, Mitch." Shane sighed into her lips.

"I know, baby, I know." Mitchie responded. "And I love you too. I really do." She added before they got up and got ready for the final day of camp.

XOXOXO

Mitchie stood in the open with Caitlyn practicing her routine for final jam.

"Fabulous, darling! Absolutely fabulous!" Caitlyn joked in a snooty old voice before cracking up laughing.

"Really? You think it's okay?" Mitchie asked earnestly.

"Okay?!" Caitlyn exclaimed, "You are AMAZING! And don't even get started with the 'I'm-not-good-enough' shit when you know you are fuckin' fantastic!" She added halfway serious before giggling.

"You know what Caitlyn?" Mitchie said smugly back, faking mad, before laughing. But the last part of what she was going to say got cut off.

"Mitchie!" Shane ran towards them looking worried.

"Shannnnee!" Mitchie groaned, "I told you! No sneak peak! You are a judge for this mister!" Mitchie smiled before realizing whatever he was coming over here for was not a joking matter. The grin came promptly off her face. "Babe, what's wrong?" Mitchie inquired, turning serious and worried.

"Just come with me, we need to be in private." He said in a hushed tone, pulling her away by the hand.

Maitchie turned away to Caitlyn, confused as she was drug along before mouthing "I'm sorry" to her friend left alone in utter confusion.

XOXOXO

"Shane, what's wrong?" Mitchie asks now completely perplexed. Shane's face paling by the second.

He doesn't answer her, looking extremely disgruntled with this whole situation.

"Shane?" She presses needing to know this instant what this is all about. "Shane, answer me! You are scaring me!" Mitchie pleaded looking at Shane's pained facial expression, an obvious conflict within him.

"Mitchie, I'm really sorry," Shane starts, "for everything I've put you through."

Mitchie stares at Shane. IS he really apologizing for the pregnancy and miscarriage right now? Did he really pull you away and worry you over an apology? "It's okay?" You state confused. He sees this too and signs.

"I'm sorry for Danielle." He finishes, "For all the pain I've caused you."

He is really apologizing. That's all?

"I'm over it." Mitchie says shortly, now crossing her arms over her chest and getting visibly irritated. Danielle is still not a good topic.

"It's just," He starts and pauses to think. "You know I love you." He say simply, but Mitchie shivers, hearing that 'you' is not the end note of the sentence. "But," Shane sighs, rubbing her arms up and down, "I just can't be with you right now." Tears well.

Mitchie's mouth drops and her body stiffens. "Um," She says softly in a confused tone, "excuse me?" She finishes not in a rude way, but in an 'I-honestly-missed-what-you-said' way.

"I can't, Mitchie." Shane re-states. "I cannot be with you right now." Her reaches for Mitchie's face but she shrugs away.

"You're leaving me because I'm not carrying your child anymore?!" Mitchie's voice gains rage with her tears.

Shane suddenly realizes how wrong that sounds, knowing that's not why he is doing this. "Mitchie! No! That has nothing to do with this!" He hurriedly says back.

"You said you'd be here for me!" Se protests his words, "You said no matter what! Marriage is forever and always! For better or worse!" Mitchie flashed the engagement rock on her finger to Shane. "But I guess that means nothing to you!" She spat back angrily.

"Mitchie, I still love you though." He tried to say softly, Mitchie shaking her head harshly at his words.

"No Shane. You can have both!" She yelled. "You can't love me and leave me at the same time! Un-fuckin-believable!" Mitchie growled, sliping the engagement ring off her finger. "Take it!" She pushed the stone towards him. "You might need it the next time you think you knock a girl up!" She shot at him.

"I want you to keep it." Shane protested. "It was for you." He added. "Is..."

"I don't want it Shane! I don't need it! And I don't need you!" Mitchie raged. "Just leave." She stammered. "Now."

Shane reached the door before turning back to Mitchie, his eyes filled with tears. "I love you. And I always will. Forever and always." He said.

"OUT!" Mitchie screamed turning and picking up a vase as Shane exited the door. She heaved the vase and the door shut. The vase shattered into a million little pieces that came raining down on the floor. Mitchie ran to the door where she had thrown the vase, now throwing herself down to the sharp little pieces in a pile, the glass digging into her hands and knees as she picked it up, crying hysterically as the pieces drained through between her open fingers. What a metaphor for her life, her heart right now.

A million little pieces on the floor.

XOXOXO

"Why would you do that Shane?!" Nate cried out after Shane had told him what he did. "How cold you do that?!"

"Nate, I had no choice." Shane fired back defensively.

"Yes, Shane, yes you did!" Nate shot back just as fiery. "You could have told her the truth, there's a concept!" Nate rolled his eyes sarcastically enraged still.

"And how was I supposed to do that, Nate? Huh?" Shane defended again, "It's for her own good!"

"Her own good, Shane? Or yours?" Nate stabbed at him.

"God, Nate, I knew I shouldn't have told you! I knew you could would never understand!" Shane raged. "How am I supposed to tell Mitchie, that Danielle is awake, and she knows?!"

XOXOXO

Mitchie sat in dead silence, her hands wrapped in medical tape, emotionless.

Final Jam had come and gone, and Mitchie now sat at home, motionless, wordless, in her kitchen.

"I still don't understand, Mitchie." Her mother sighed sadly, "Why won't you speak to me?"

Mitchie didn't respond. Her expression unchanged, her eyes still and glassy.

"Baby, you can tell me anything, why won't you speak to me?!" Her mother pressed on. Silence. She had been at this since she found her daughter on the cabin floor in glass.

"Mitchie, speak to me! Tell me! I will understand!" Her mother pushed, close to the edge.

Suddenly, something inside Mitchie broke, her face and emotions stone cold, she whipped around to face her mother.

"You'd understand me sleeping with a boy two years older than me, illegally, almost murdering a girl, literally, then getting pregnant, getting engaged, having a miscarriage, and then having the boy you love, who you went through all of this with, break it off with you with no reason but telling you he still loves you?!" Mitchie fired at her mother. "Is that really what you wanted to hear, mommy dearest?! 'Cause you'll understand that sooooo well, won't you?!" She spat out sarcastically.

Her mother didn't even flinch. "I know babygirl." She said sympathetically.

"What?" Mitchie said back, anger still laced in her voice.

"I know." She repeated. "Shane told me. But he didn't tell you why?" She asked.

Mitchie was stunned. Her mother knew? "Tell me why?" Mitchie questioned. "You know why?" She said tears now flooding her eyes.

"He's trying to protect you, Mitchie." She said to Mitchies surprise, in Shane's defense.

Mitchie was still baffled that her mother was not so angry about all the trouble she had got into. "What did he say?" She squeaked softly through her tears.

Her mother sighed. "Danielle is awake." She paused. "And he thinks she might know."

XOXOXO

Well, I guess I'll make this a multi-chapter ending. I hadn't posted it because i wanted it all to be one chapter and now i feel bad for not posting it sooner. Tell me if anyone still even reads this?

Reviews please?

XOXO