Title: Divine Intervention
Summary: It's been two years since Camp Rock, and Mitchie and Shane have gone their seperate ways, with Mitchie at college and Shane still recording. When Brown calls them back to Camp Rock, with a little help from Nate and Caitlyn, this time as a counselors, will their old flame be lit once again? MitchieShane, CaitlynNate
Rating: T
Author's Note: I know I shouldn't be starting yet another story when I have two others that have yet to be completed, but this idea came to me when I didn't want to do my Chem. homework. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I own nothing, but do I really need to point that out?

"I'm going to get some food, I'm starved," Caitlyn told Mitchie, stretching her legs across Mitchie's bed. The two had stayed up way past their normal times to study for their final day of exams, and the consequences were evident, though more so in Mitchie; she had puffy bags under her eyes while Caitlyn had just recieved heavy eyelids and hurting eyes. Caitlyn stood up and stopped by the door, "Do you want to come?"

Tiredly, Mitchie looked up from behind her math textbook and rubbed her eyes. "I'm okay," she said, retreating to the book once again. Caitlyn just sighed and shifted her weight to her left foot; she knew these exams were taking a serious toll on her best friend, but Mitchie wouldn't take a break.

"Mitch, you need to take a break. These exams are really getting to you."

"I know," she replied, sighing and ran a hand through matted hair. "But I really need to do well on these exams. Like, so well, you don't even know," she widened her eyes for affect and checked her watch. "Besides, it's already after one. I think I'll review a bit more and then just go to sleep."

"You need to eat, Mitchie," Caitlyn said in a warning tone. She then proceeded to walk over and pluck the heavy textbook with ease from Mitchie's hands and put down on her own bed. "Come on. It will take twenty minutes. We'll be fine."

Mitchie bit her bottom lip in thought but accepted anyway. "Fine. Do you have your phone?"

"I've got mine. Let me guess, yours is dead?" Caitlyn asked with a knowing smile.

"Yeah," the brunette replied, casting a look downwards.

"Let's go."

They made their way out into the night and across the green, where numerous couples were planted on the ground, kissing and touching. Mitchie just shook her head as she followed Caitlyn into the cafeteria.

"An apple, please," Caitlyn said to the woman behind the counter.

"Three dollars."

"Just charge it to Room 342 in Building A."

Their was no reply, as the woman behind the register simply pointed with a smirk to a sign taped to the counter that said, in a very rude undertone, Mitchie noticed - No charging. Ever!

"Shoot," Caitlyn said under her breath. In a pleading tone, she said to Mitchie, "Can I - "

"I got it," she replied, rolling her eyes. "I'll take a diet coke and an orange."

"Eight-fifty," the woman said in a bored, monotone, tired voice.

"Let's go sit," Caitlyn told Mitchie, leading her to a table in the far corner.

"I have to study, Cait," she replied, slightly panicking.

"Mitchie, please. You know that stuff like the back of your hand, and you know it. Just sit. It's only twenty minutes. Half an hour at the most."

"...Fine."

Silence ensued as the girls munched away, when Caitlyn broke the silence.

"Have you talked to... you know?"

Mitchie tried to avoid the subject of Shane as much as possible, and Caitlyn made it impossible to do. "Caitlyn."

"Mitchie, you two have to make up sometime. Sure you talked at the canoes, but nobody knows what happened. I know that he's on your mind all the time. Face it; he's why you're studying for exams so hard - to get him out of your head. You've got to face him sooner or later."

"Yeah," she said, casting her eyes downward. "So... the Red Sox won last weekend."

"No way! I knew i - hey, you sly fox! No subject change!"

Mitchie did nothing, just gave her a warning look. "Do you and Nate still talk ever?"

"Fine, subject dropped," she said, holding her hands out in mock surrender. "Uh... yeah, oc-c-casionally," Caitlyn cursed herself; why did she always stutter when she lied? "How old do you have to be to be a counseler at Camp Rock, I wonder?"

"Subject dropped," Mitchie mimed. "I think it's like, eighteen."

"How cool would that be?"

"...It would be pretty cool, I guess," Mitchie admitted.

"Should we call?"

"I don't know, I mean, we're probably too late to apply."

"Come on," Caitlyn prodded. "Let's do it!"

"Fine. I'll look up the stuff after exams tomorrow."

"...And victory is mine!"

...

Later that night, when the lights were off and Mitchie was softly snoring, Caitlyn made a phone call.

"Hello?"

"It's me," she said softly, not wanting to wake the sleeping girl.

"I know. Believe it or not, I can read. What I don't know, Caitlyn, is why you're calling at four in the morning. What do you want?"

"I did it," she told the sleepy voice softly, excitement seeping into her words.

"It worked?!" The voice was more awake now and slightly more aware of what she was saying.

Caitlyn nodded, but then realized the man on the other line couldn't see her. "It worked."

"Thank God. I was beginning to wonder..."

"How did it go on your end?"

"Well, I haven't really - exactly - talked to him - about it - yet."

"WHAT?!"

"It's okay; if he doesn't do it, Brown won't give you the jobs."

"This might just work, you know. So you did talk to Brown?"

"Yeah. And basically, if the applications are in, and Shane goes for it, you guys got the jobs. He didn't even hesitate to say yes. You know how much these two mean to him."

"Okay. Does Shane ever, you know..." she left the question hanging in the air.

"Talk about her? All the time, Caity. What about her?"

"Well, I have to work it out of her, but when it comes out, sometimes she does. Most of the time, it's averted eyes and subject changes."

"Well, that's progress."

"Yeah. I guess. Well, I better go to sleep. I have a couple of exams in the morning."

"Right. Okay. Well, I love you, Caitlyn," he told her seriously.

"I love you, too, Nate. Goodnight," she said, shutting her phone and sliding under the covers with a slight smile. "This just might work..."

There's the prologue! This will probably be a short chapter story, but who knows? Well, aren't Caitlyn and Nate just little busybodies? :) Leave your thoughts!