Okay, I'm pretty much screwing up the storyline of the 4400 for the sake of the plotline, basically moving it in the future some with a few minor changed. Here you go: Matthew is alive, Isabelle is here, she's dated Shawn, but they broke up. Got it? Super.

Disclaimer: If I owned this show, Jordan and Shawn would have a lot more scenes. No, if I owned the show, Jordan and Shawn would be the show, lol.

To Kennis, happy birthday!

XxxXXXxxX

Jordan rolled over in his soft bed and opened his eyes blearily to the light that was flooding in to his bedroom. It was times like this, when he felt as tired as ever from a long night's work, that the man regretted his fondness for the sunshine. He checked the clock to side of him. When the time came into focus, he let out a small sigh. Now, if Jordan weren't the collected and suave businessman he was, but just a regular person, he would've panicked. He had just missed five very big interviews in Matthew's words.

The man went at his usual, steady pace though. Rushing his mornings was a big no-no in his book, being late was a no-no as well but he knew the interview situation was hopeless so he might as well do his routine thing.

Jordan finished showering, grooming, and dressing then made his way out of the master bedroom with a newspaper in hand. He was starting on the second page of the paper when he heard voices coming from his office.

The man remembered that he had left Shawn there the night before when the young man started protesting about moving him. Who was in there with him now? Upon closer contact with the room, Jordan realized that it was a female voice.

He opened the door casually, spotting Shawn staring heatedly at some one hidden from Jordan's view. Shawn whipped his head around, lips pursed as they usually were when he was trying hard not to say something he shouldn't.

A girl stepped into sight; she had medium length, curly black hair. She had a long, dark face with pretty features and was wearing a wavy, light green dress that accented her skin and body nicely.

The unfamiliar girl walked up to Jordan and looked him over with a stern face.

"You're Jordan Collier." She said shortly. "I'm Isabelle."

Jordan eyes widened; this was definitely one of those rare moments that actually shocked the man. This girl was Isabelle? Surely she wasn't the same Isabelle that gave him the vision right before he died…

"Isabelle Tyler?" He asked.

"Yes."

"How are you- What's happened to you?" he managed to sputter. This moment was surreal. He was standing in the presence of an accomplice to his death. She was right though, I didn't actually die…

"I've had this conversation a million times already, Mr. Collier. I don't know how I got like this or what's happened. I just grew up over night, causing my mother's death." She explained a little exasperated. Somebody should send out a memo so I won't have to tell my "side of the story" repeatedly.

"Wait, Lilly's dead?" That was news to him. Matthew must've planned it this way: For things to be told to him like this first hand. Jordan couldn't say if he appreciated the deed or not. Either way, this was all very shocking that the baby he believed was the future could be this full-grown woman.

"Yes, I just told you that." Isabelle pointed out, giving the man a confused look. She turned her attention back to Shawn. "I'm sorry, but I have to go to a meeting. We'll have to finish this another time, Shawn."

Shawn gave his attention back to Isabelle.

"There is nothing to talk about, Isabelle. You don't understand what I'm saying to you. We've broken up. I've told you this plenty of times all ready." Shawn said, irritated. All this arguing was making him feel sick, well, sicker then he already was.

"I don't believe you." Isabelle said snappishly, before exiting quickly. Her dress flowed in a flurry behind her.

Shawn looked after her in disbelief. That girl was going to be the death of him… He dropped his head to the armrest of the couch and stared up at Jordan. The man still had a calculating expression on his face, trying to wrap his head around the recent revelations.

"Are you-" Shawn started.

"Wait a second… You're dating her?" Jordan asked. Shawn rolled his eyes and started knocking his head against the soft armrest. It wasn't too great an idea as it just made him dizzy and increased his already bothersome headache.

"No. Do I have to tell you a million times too that we're broken up?" Shawn asked exasperatedly, eyes closed, trying to keep the dull throbbing in his head at a minimum.

"But you have dated her then?" Jordan asked after considering Shawn's answer.

Shawn sighed.

"Yes, and I regret it. Some advice from me: Never date a girl who has an IQ of a bazillion. She thinks way too hard and is veeery stubborn."

Jordan nodded, not entirely listening to the last part. He wanted to continue thinking on the Isabelle situation when the office phone next to the couch rang. The only person who knew the number was Matthew and Jordan was in no mood to talk to the lecturing-machine as he had so expertly nicknamed the man.

Shawn stared at the man who had a sort of blank stare on his face; he didn't look like he'd be answering the phone any time soon. The phone rang two times more and he sighed, reaching over and picking up the receiver.

"Hello?" Shawn asked, although he was fairly sure he knew who it was.

"Hi, Shawn, is Jordan there?" the voice of Matthew asked shortly, he was notably irritated.

"Ummm…" Shawn looked up at his mentor uncertainly. Jordan just shook his head. "He's busy. Should I take a message?"

He heard a sigh on the other end.

"Sure…" Matthew said, giving in. "Tell him that, although he's unfortunately missed five big interviews, I've set up a big press conference this afternoon at two at the park near Highland Beach. Everybody will be there. I'll have a limo ready and waiting outside. It is imperative that he does not miss it."

"Okay, got it." Shawn replied.

"I'll see you there as well." Matthew said quickly before hanging up.

Shawn heard dial tone and placed the receiver back on its hook. Jordan looked at him expectantly.

"There's some big press conference at two. 'Everybody's going to be there.'" Shawn finished in good impression of Matthew's snobbish tone. "Ugh, I have to go too…"

Jordan smiled slightly at Shawn's miserable expression. The young man looked even more endearing when he sulked.

"Well, we better get ready seeing as it's already noon." Jordan pointed to the small clock on his desk to reveal the said time. Shawn groaned.

"Yay, two more hours until we arrive in paparazzi hell." Shawn stated sarcastically.

Jordan called up some maids to help Shawn prepare for the day's events. They arrived promptly and helped Shawn brush up and outfit. The young man gave no complaints since he was feeling rather weak from fatigue and hunger. It always seemed to be one or the other but this time it was both. He never felt like actually eating since he just knew he would throw it up right afterwards though. He decided to steer clear of food as long as he could, meaning until Jordan found out and force-fed him.

Shawn now sat on the couch in the living room, flipping through the channels. He watched the news for a little while but switched to SpongeBob after figuring out that the stories only made him more depressed. His breakfast sat on a tray beside him. It smells delicious… Shawn thought miserably, reluctantly turning his attention back to the cartoon.

Jordan entered the room, going over some papers given to him that would help him answer the journalists' pressing questions. He spotted Shawn on the couch, his untouched meal sitting idly beside him.

"You're not going to eat that?" Jordan asked concern evident in his voice. It was starting to become obvious how much weight Shawn had lost with his illness. It worried Jordan if he had even got a decent meal down these days.

"Um, no. I'm really not that hungry." Shawn lied quickly, pushing the food away to convince the older man.

Jordan nodded slowly. He would let Shawn get away with it this time…

The young man turned back to the television and let out a small sigh of relief.

"You should turn that off, Shawn; we have to be down stairs early. We might as well go now." Jordan pointed out.

Shawn nodded, flipped the TV off and turned around to see something horrendous: Jordan was bringing in a wheelchair.

"No." Shawn stated.

Jordan looked up from trying to get the brakes on the mechanism to work.

"No what?"

"I'm not going to ride in that."

"You're not 'riding,' in it, Shawn. It's necessary. You and I know full well that you won't be able to walk around and stand all evening. Have you forgotten how long these conferences can last?" Jordan pointed out.

"Ugh," Shawn said, collapsing backwards into some pillows. "This is why I didn't want to go in the first place."

Jordan looked up in exasperation.

"Shawn, you're acting childish again. Why don't you want to sit in it? It will help you."

Shawn sat back up with some difficulty.

"They make you look all sick and ailing."

"You are sick and ailing, Shawn."

Shawn was about protest at the reply but knew it would be futile, mostly because it was true and also because, well, this was Jordan he was talking to. The man never gave in.

The young man brooded as Jordan helped him into the chair.

"It's not permanent, Shawn." Jordan tried to reassure when he noticed the younger man sulking.

Shawn rested his head huffily in response. Not only was the evil chair a sign of weakness but it was also terribly uncomfortable.

Shawn continued to shift himself in various positions as Jordan collected his things and placed them in his briefcase.

"Hold this, will you?" Jordan said, handing Shawn his briefcase while he strapped on his expensive-looking watch. Shawn became very tempted to drop the leather case on the floor when Jordan began wheeling him out the door but somehow resisted the urge.

The heavy door closed with a snap and the two took the elevator downstairs.

XxxXXXxxX

The ride to the park was uneventful. Shawn grudgingly filled Jordan in on his and Isabelle's relationship. The man seemed particularly interested in her which was Shawn found a bit bizarre but shrugged off. Jordan's just weird like that, I suppose…

They arrived at the park shortly after their departure from the center. The very sight of the hoards of reporters made the both of them want to drive right back though. A year ago, Jordan would've been exceedingly pleased to see so many people interested in his "movement" but this was beginning to get very overwhelming.

"Well, we have to get out sometime." Jordan said finally, unbuckling his and Shawn's seatbelt. Much to Shawn's displeasure, they had taken a Hummer limo so they could fit Shawn's current traveling apparatus in it.

"Can't we just send in two clones of ourselves? I'd prefer my clone to have two good legs though, if that's all right."

Jordan smiled slightly at the young man's comment as the door to his limo opened.

"Here we go." Jordan said, stepping out of the vehicle and plastering a smile on his face. The hoard piled in on him, yelling waves of questions and flashing bombs of light at his face.

Jordan just continued walking, trying his hardest to calmly answer a few of the questions but mostly just trying to make it over to his safe zone in one piece.

It was Shawn's turn now. He slowly wheeled himself out of the limo, down the handicapped ramp into the prying eyes of the press.

They were like a cross between leeches and ravenous wolves. They tackled you then sucked every bit of information you held within. At least, that was Shawn's animalistic point of view.

They asked every and any question. Most were about his wheelchair and his relationship with Jordan but others about situations and topics he'd never even heard of.

Shawn was sure most of the pictures taken of him were just bewildered and stunned expressions. He really didn't care though; he just wanted to get out of this place.

The young man put his hands on the two side wheels of his chair and pushed onward. Nothing happened. He checked if the breaks were on but looked up immediately when his chair started moving. He found that the chair wasn't mind-controlled as he had previously though but was being affected by a big, hulking man.

"Whoa." Shawn said, looking upwards at him. He gulped silently at the man's vast size. "Umm, dude, I think you got the wrong chair."

The man looked down, continuing to steer the chair away from the press, His sunglasses met Shawn's big, brown eyes.

"I am Raymond and I am your assigned bodyguard." The man replied in a slight Italian accent, looking straight ahead once again.

Shawn nodded slowly.

"I see. Well then, I guess I can take it from here. I'll be by those benches if you need me." Sawn said, trying hard to move his chair in the east direction by grabbing hold of the wheels once more. Raymond appeared to have the stronger hold though.

"No, I am sorry, but Mr. Collier said to keep a close eye on you." The man replied.

So this was Jordan's way of keeping an eye on him. Ugh, he'd rather have a camera attached to his head then deal with this guy!

Shawn rubbed the bridge of his nose. Another big headache was coming on and he was stuck here… This was not Shawn's day.

"So, what are we-" Shawn was interrupted mid-question by the leech-wolves. They attacked him with various more questions. Shawn just gave him his famous bewildered look before being rescued by Raymond once again.

"No more questions for Mr. Farrell." He yelled, moving his figure in front of the younger man. The paparazzi suited with throwing the questions at the bulky shield.

Shawn looked up at his bodyguard. The man had beads of sweat running down the sides of his face. His once cool, solid facial appearance looked panicked even with his sunglasses on. This is my chance. Shawn thought, grabbing a hold of the wheels once again. He slowly moved them backwards, trying his hardest to go unnoticed by the reporters and Raymond.

Miraculously, the young man made it to the parking lot without any rise of alarm. He hid himself behind a Channel 10 news van and decided to stay there until 8 o'clock when the conference ended. He checked his watch "3:15." It was going to be a long wait. Shawn snuck a glance back at the chaos he had left behind. Raymond was still fending off the reporters. Shawn assumed once the man figured out he was missing, there would be a lot of other security searching for him… I definitely need a better hiding place. Shawn realized, looking at his lame excuse for one behind the vehicle.

The young man checked the van's door handles. They were unlocked! Shawn glanced behind him for any suspicious onlookers, nobody. They all must be too busy trying to attack Jordan. He opened the doors slowly and peaked inside for any occupants. To his surprise, there was a young man, maybe a little younger than him, sitting on a piece of media equipment. He had a tattered notebook in his lap and a bag of McDonalds at his feet. The two gave each other surprised looks before the other young man spoke:

"Y-you're Shawn Farrell! Oh my god, this is my dream come true!" he said, an excited smile replacing his previously shocked features. Shawn became taken aback. Oh great, the one cramped van I decide to sneak into and there's a fag inside. I was better off with Raymond… "Wait, let me explain, let me explain. Um, I'm Josh McAllister and I'm like your biggest fan. I'm not gay or anything, I just-"

"I'm sorry, Josh, but I really need a place to hide; do you mind holding that though and giving me a hand here?" Shawn asked, interrupting the young man's speech.

"Sure, of course." Josh replied, setting his notebook to the side and helping Shawn out of his wheelchair and into the van. "What do you want me to do with you chair?" Josh asked after Shawn had settled on the floor of the van.

"Um, just leave it there. I'll get it later."

"Okaaay." Josh replied uncertainly, closing the van doors shut. He flipped on the lights in the back and stared at Shawn. "So, why are you running away from all the news people?"

Shawn gave him an uncomfortable look. Could he really trust this guy?

"First of all," Shawn began. "I'm not 'running away' per se. I'm merely… avoiding subtly."

"I see." Josh replied.

"And second, why are you in the back of this van?" Shawn asked.

"My mom's a reporter for the Channel Ten news. She doesn't exactly know I'm here. I was sort of hiding out in hopes of meeting you." Josh said, his tone growing brighter near the end of the sentence. "I still can't believe my luck!"

"Neither can I," Shawn mumbled.

"Anyways, since you are here, do you mind if I ask you a few questions? I know you probably don't want to hear anymore but I really need these."

"What do you need them for?" Shawn asked curiously.

"My school paper. Ms. Harrison's class is torture so I have to make all my papers extra good. This report's about my role model, being you. So you can imagine my enthusiasm."

Shawn nodded, slightly flattered.

"What questions did you have in mind?" Shawn inquired, a small smile on his face.

"Great." Josh said happily, picking up his notebook and flipping through some pages. He landed on one with a small list of questions. He plucked his pencil out from the spine of the pad and got ready to write. "Okay, so, first question: Have you dated any supermodels in the past month?"

"Um, er, excuse me?" Shawn sputtered.

"Have you dated any supermodels?"

"No. No, I haven't." Shawn answered, still finding the question bizarre.

"Oh," Josh said a little disappointed. He scribbled Shawn's answer below the question. "What about that hot, dark-skinned girl I saw you with in UsWeekly?" Josh asked.

"You mean Isabelle?" Shawn said incredulously. This was beginning to get creepy.

"'Isabelle…' that sounds Brazilian." Josh pondered.

"Isabelle isn't a supermodel." Shawn corrected. "She's just, well, Isabelle."

"Are you dating her anymore?" Josh asked suddenly.

"Umm, no."

"What happened? It couldn't be anything over money so what was it?"

Shawn thought for a moment.

"It's complicated, okay? She's not exactly your regular girlfriend."

Josh nodded knowingly.

"You mean, really stubborn and naïve?"

Shawn looked up.

"Yeah, that's right."

"That's every girlfriend, dude."

Shawn smiled but winced as a sharp pain went through his head.

"Do you mind if we just take a break from the questions for awhile? I've got a bad headache."

"Sure, I noticed you weren't looking too hot. I'll check up front for some aspirins."

"Thanks." Shawn replied, closing his eyes and rubbing his temple.

Josh went in the front and returned shortly after.

"I found some aspirins and some cards. Do you want to play poker?"

Shawn opened his eyes and gave Josh a confused look.

"What are we going to bet with?" Shawn asked.

"Umm, ah, I know!" He went into the front again and returned with a large box of Q-Tips. "Mom always keeps plenty of these in here. Likes to have clean ears before going on camera, I don't know…"

They set up the game and allotted out the Q-tips.

A half hour later, Shawn's pile had gotten very high. His fortunate streak while playing made his time stuck in the cramped van a lot more enjoyable.

"Okay, show them." Josh said after calling a rather large bet of Shawn's.

"Flush." Shawn revealed with a smile, placing his cards on the floor of the vehicle.

"Oh, crap!" Josh said with a smile, dropping his crappy hand onto the floor.

"You called my bet with a pair of eights?" Shawn laughed when he found out his opponents hand.

"I thought you were bluffing." Josh shrugged, gathering up the tossed cards on the floor. He sat back and organized them into a neat pile. "I don't know about you but I am hungry."

Shawn nodded in agreement. "How are we going to get food though?" he asked.

"They usually have some buffet table, don't they?"

"Yeah, but I don't know where it is."

"I'm sure I can find it," Josh replied, getting up and opening the back door. The sky revealed that it was beginning to be evening now. Josh stepped out of the van and into the outside air. "I'll be back soon. Hope I don't run into my mom while I'm out here."

Shawn smiled after him when he shut the door. This was kind of cool. He hadn't felt this normal in a long time. Josh was a cool guy once you got past his crazed fan exterior. Shawn took some more aspirins as he felt another headache coming on. He laid back his head to rest on the cushioned wall of the van and dozed off.

XxxXXXxxX

"How did you manage to lose Shawn? He's in a wheelchair for crying out loud." Jordan said incredulously to the dejected bodyguard. It had been almost an hour since Shawn's disappearance and they hadn't turned up with anything on the young man. The three men, Jordan, Raymond, and Matthew) were behind the stage wall, discussing the unfortunate results.

"I am sorry, Mr. Collier. The reporters were bombarding me and I didn't see he had left." Raymond replied.

Collier sighed and rubbed his forehead.

"We're doing everything we can to locate him, Jordan. We'll find Shawn soon, you don't have to worry." Matthew reassured.

A middle-aged woman stepped in.

"Mr. Collier you'll be going on in twenty minutes. Makeup is in ten." She reported to the disheartened older man.

"Okay, thank you, Lisa." Matthew nodded. He turned his attention back to Jordan about to speak.

"We also have a little incident with the buffet table though." Lisa interrupted suddenly. Matthew turned around. "There was a boy there, stealing a large amount of food. It was strange since he didn't have any friends with him."

"Bring him in then," Matthew said exasperatedly. He was the one who had to deal with the social affairs, make sure things went smoothly.

Lisa exited and came back with a young man in a red hoodie and a blue backpack that was half-unzipped.

His eyes brightened at the sight of Jordan.

"Oh my god, you're Jordan Collier!" Josh said walking closer to the older man. Jordan removed the hand that he was using to nurse his head and looked up at the young man.

"Yes, he is, and who are you?" Matthew said pretentiously.

"Um, I'm Josh McAllister." He stuttered. He knew he must be in some deep trouble to actually be in the presence of Jordan. He didn't care though; this would be an awesome story to tell his friends!

"McAllister…." Matthew pondered. "You wouldn't happen to be Karen McAllister's son, the reporter from Channel Ten news?"

"Yeah, that's my mom." Josh replied, still casting esteemed glances at Jordan. "Wait, but she doesn't know I'm here. She can't know I was taking this food though."

Matthew sighed.

"Why did you take it then? You're mother has money she should be able to buy you a decent meal."

"Well, I sort of… have a friend… who was hungry, and, um…" Josh fumbled with his words.

"Okay, well, you're obviously lying." Matthew concluded bluntly. "Find his mother and make sure he stays out of trouble." He instructed Lisa.

"No, wait, wait. If you don't tell my mother I'm here, I think I can help you with something you're working on." Josh said. Matthew raised his eyebrows.

"What makes you think you know anything about our dealings?" Matthew asked.

"Well, I know you're looking for some one." Josh disclosed, catching the attention of all three men present.

"Go on," Jordan prodded.

"You have to promise you won't tell my mom I'm here. This is just the best moment of my life and it would really suck if my mom knew that I-"

"Yes, yes, fine!" Matthew interrupted all too impatiently. "Just tell us where Shawn Farrell is and we'll even throw in a free book."

Josh nodded with a smile.

"Follow me."

Jordan got up from his seat at a picnic table but was suddenly stopped by Matthew.

"Jordan, I think you're needed in the makeup and briefing department." He said, gesturing the small crowd of people armed with makeup and files to his right.

Jordan gave the other man a firm stare.

"Once all of this is done and over with, I want to speak to Shawn immediately." Jordan said decisively.

Matthew nodded.

"I'll make sure of it."

Jordan reluctantly walked over to the crowd while Matthew nodded his head in the direction of the exit. Josh led them all the way to the parking lot where the news van was parked.

"He's in the back of there." Josh said, pointing to the Channel Ten news van. "Can you guys not tell Shawn I ratted him out?"

Matthew smiled in a way that made Josh uncomfortable.

"Sure, just stand over there and you can go back in once we get Shawn." Matthew instructed, jerking his head over at another van. Josh followed the instructions and hid himself from view behind the vehicle. I hope I didn't get Shawn in too much trouble…

Matthew and Raymond made their way over to the news van. Upon spotting the wheelchair in front of the trunk, Matthew let out a small curse.

"This," He said, kicking the chair. "Wasn't clue enough that he was inside this van? What kind of people did you have looking for him anyway? Blind hobos?"

Raymond dropped his head ruefully.

Matthew sighed and opened the doors, allowing the evening light to flood the cars dark interior.

"God, Josh, you've been gone forever." Shawn said, rubbing his eyes and lifting his head from the wall of the vehicle. When he spotted Matthew and Raymond in place of his ally, his first instinct was to run, but since that was totally out of the question once Shawn spotted the wheelchair now a few feet away, he suited with a different approach. "I mean, um, I'm so glad you guys found me. I thought the kidnappers had forgotten about me for sure."

Matthew rolled his eyes and Raymond let out a small snort.

"Shawn, we know you escaped and you've been hiding out in this van with another young man for the past hour. There's no use in lying." Matthew said dismally. "It doesn't really bother me that you chose to act this way, but Jordan, on the other hand, is quite displeased. He wishes to speak with you after the conference."

Shawn shook his head remorsefully. Stupid, stupid. He had never meant for Jordan to actually figure out that he'd run off but, thinking about it now, Shawn couldn't deduce how he wouldn't. Stupid, stupid.

"C'mon, we have to go." Matthew said. Raymond came up with Shawn's wheelchair and helped him in. Matthew pushed him the rest of the way to the conference for distrusting reasons toward the bodyguard.

Shawn was parked at a VIP table near the front of the stage. There were many chairs in the center of the field where a large number of reporters and cameramen were assigned to. Some snuck some pictures of Shawn sitting at the table and some called out questions to him. They gave up after ten minutes when he wouldn't answer them though.

Shawn turned back around from staring and laid his head on his arm looking completely despondent. He looked up when a woman in blue walked on stage, bringing everybody else's attention on her as well.

"Hello and welcome to Highland Park's first ever press conference. It brings me great pleasure to introduce to you Seattle's Man of the Year, Mr. Jordan Collier. "

Some clapped but most snapped pictures of the man's entering. Jordan kept a slight smile on his face the whole way up to the podium, nodding occasionally at unknowns.

"Hello and welcome. I'm here to answer your questions so let's begin, shall we?"

A half-second later, a flood of questions were sent his way. Jordan would point casually to a reporter, listen attentively to the inquiry, give a concise and clear answer, and then proceed onto a new one. He worked like a well-oiled machine, following all the rules of the book that Matthew always tried to drill into Shawn's head.

Shawn zoned in and out of the seminar, partly because Shawn didn't know why he had to come in the first place but mostly because his mind was too preoccupied with what Jordan would do to him once he exited the stage.

It was only for an hour, he couldn't be boiling angry. Shawn reasoned a little doubtfully.Shawn looked up on the stage at the older man but became exceedingly paranoid when he imagined him glaring at him, it wasn't a nice fancy. Shawn quietly downed glasses of water, meditating on the subject.

XxxXXXxxX

The conference was over and Jordan looked exhausted after saying his farewells to the herds of press and exiting the stage floor. Shawn, on the other hand, was very much awake partly with anxiousness and partly because he had to use the restroom.

Jordan walked off the stage and walked over to the table where he saw Shawn with a strained look on his face. He quirked an eyebrow at him as he loosened his tie.

The man sat himself down in one of the off-white chair at the table, causing Shawn to look up at him.

"Do you have anything to say?" Jordan asked quietly. He was still slightly paranoid about people overhearing his conversation with so much press around.

"I really have to use the bathroom." Shawn said quickly, biting his bottom lip.

Jordan sighed.

"Shawn, just forget about your bladder for a moment and think more on the subject of your running away. Do you have anything you'd like to say about that?"

Shawn thought for a moment. He had a lot of things to say actually.

"I'm sorry…" Shawn began. "That you assigned me a creepy and overbearing bodyguard like Raymond. Seriously, Jordan, I got some big mafia-bossing vibes from that guy. Picking security is not your forte."

Jordan sighed and rubbed his eyebrow. This is not how he envisioned the conversation going. Time to do it the other way.

"Shawn, it was wrong to escape the bodyguard. I put one with you because I didn't want anything bad to happen to you. I didn't give you one to see how well you could escape it, which, by the way, you did a pretty good job at." Jordan smirked. "I got really worried though. You shouldn't do that because it fills a person's head with all sorts of possibilities."

"I was just in the news van in the parking lot though." Shawn defended.

"Shawn, if I knew that I wouldn't have worried so much, would I?"

Shawn stayed silent and looked down at his glass of water.

"Come on; let's go home so you can go to the bathroom. The ones here are unsanitary."

XxxXXXxxX

The ride back to the center was almost completely silent. When they arrived back, Shawn relieved himself in his old suite since he wasn't supposed to be sharing a suite with Jordan anyway. The man was worried that the weird places Shawn was choosing to sleep on in the room these last days would be much bad for his back. Thus, Shawn complied with going back to his old space.

When Shawn got out of the bathroom, he was met with three trays filled with various kinds of food. He wheeled himself over to the low living room table and read a note that was placed on top of it.

Half of this better be gone when the maids come in to clean it up.

PS: Don't throw it away either.

Shawn rolled his eyes and smiled slightly. He got out of his wheelchair and sat himself on the couch, picking up a plate of fruit and yogurt along with him. He flipped on the TV and watched horror films the rest of the night while he tried to get most of the food down his throat. The young man dozed of to sleep mid-Ring 2 after stuffing his face for two hours straight.

Jordan better get me a physical trainer after this. Shawn thought amusedly, slowly closing his eyes and laying his had on the couch.

XxxXXXxxX

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you," Shawn opened his eyes blearily to the familiar song. He was surprised to see Jordan walking over to him, video camera and lit cake in hand.

"Jordan, what are you doing?"

"I'm recording a special moment with this amazing device called a video camera." Jordan said, enunciating the last part like he was an ignorant old-timer.

Shawn began to roll his eyes but stopped half way when he realized the special moment was his birthday.

"Wait, it's my birthday?" Shawn asked, looking up at the older man who still had the recording camera steadily in hand.

Jordan nodded. "July 29th, 2006 (A/N: I know his actual birthday is December 12 but it wasn't cold enough outside plus this date is very special. winks)"

Shawn looked stunned.

"Wow, I'd totally forgotten, I hadn't looked at the date in a while. I- Hey, stop recording all of this, it's embarrassing." Shawn said, realizing that Jordan was still holding a camera and trying to hide a grin.

"Not until you blow out the candle." Jordan said, handing the young man the lit chocolate cake.

Shawn rolled his eyes and blew out the candle, causing Jordan to press the red button on the device.

"Was that so hard?" Jordan asked, placing the camera on the side table and sitting on the couch. He adjusted himself uncomfortably on the cushions. "Why did you sleep on this anyway? I thought I sent you back here because you kept sleeping on odd objects in my suite. Now you're back and you sleep on this. True, it can't possibly be as uncomfortable as my office couch, but, need I remind you, you do have a bed."

Shawn smiled at the older man's rant.

"It's all right." He paused and the two enjoyed a comfortable silence. Shawn decided to bring up the topic from yesterday since he was feeling guilty. He took a deep breath.

"So you're not mad about yesterday?" Shawn asked, looking up at Jordan.

Jordan turned to him.

"A little mad," Jordan said. Shawn looked down again. "But then I realized that I'd probably do the same thing if I had the chance, so, no, not any more."

Shawn sighed in relief. He didn't know how much he cared about the other man's opinion.

"So… What did you get me?" Shawn said a smile growing on his face. "It is my birthday."

"You just learned that a few moments ago and you're already asking for a gift?" Jordan asked, laughing a little.

Shawn stared at him.

"Okay, okay," Jordan said in mock exasperation, pulling out some ticket-looking articles from his dark coat and handing them to the young man.

Shawn studied them. They were tickets to Six Flags, but it said that he had the whole park to himself for one day. The young man stared at the papers for a long time, trying to wrap his mind around the gift. He was in love with the theme park, but one thing he hated were the long, hot lines he had to deal with last time he went there with his brother Danny.

"So, I get… the whole park to myself for one whole day?" Shawn affirmed slowly.

Jordan nodded, smiling at the young man's reaction.

"How the heck did you do this, Jordan?" Shawn asked, shaking his head like the man was a ticket god.

"When you're the first man to resurrect after about 2,000 years, people will basically give you anything."

Shawn couldn't get the smile off his face.

"You're coming too, right?" Shawn asked, looking up hopefully at the older man.

Jordan gave a doubtful expression but slowly changed it to a small smile.

"Yes, but you're not going until you get better." Jordan instructed firmly.

Shawn hugged the older man, surprising Jordan. He returned it warmly, the small smile still on his face.

"Happy Birthday, Shawn," Jordan said, hugging Shawn tighter.

A/N: There you go. I'm not going to bother saying "This is definitely the last chapter" because I can't even predict that anymore, lol. Thanks so much for reading, please don't forget to review! All will be placed in my special jar and treasured forever.