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This is for JessicaRae, LazyDazy, and mcr9873, who wanted Ms. Yang to take off with Shawn.

Also, a big beta thanks goes to GBFreak1.

Yang offered Shawn the detonator, and he carefully tried to take it. At the last second, she pulled back and pressed the button. Instead of his mom blowing up, blazing explosions burst throughout the drive-in theater Everywhere, people were screaming and shouting. The police fanned out to control the flames and get the movie patrons to safety. However, at that moment, Shawn couldn't even think how many had been killed. Desperately trying to flee the vehicle, he yanked the door handle hard. No use. Yang had childproofed his door and rolled up the windows.

Shawn was trapped.

Dammit, he thought, of course, she'd have a plan.

Driving through a hidden escape route, Yang laughed wildly. The police were way too busy to even notice them. Shawn had to do something.

But before Shawn could attempt to wrestle the steering wheel from her control, Yang said in a sing-song voice, "I wouldn't do that Shawn. You never know what other surprises I have."

Sitting back in his seat, Shawn felt angry and humiliated. Yang had finally tricked him, and now, many people were dead.

"Let me go," Shawn said.

She laughed again. God, she had huge teeth, "I don't think so, Shawnie. Now, be a good boy and put on your seatbelt. I don't want to see you get hurt."

Shawn grumbled, but followed her request.

For an antique automobile, they had traveled pretty far. It didn't help that the lady drove like a maniac, which she was. She definitely was a maniac. However, Shawn could definitely see the highway. He hated this. He couldn't do anything. He was totally and utterly helple… Oh, God.

"The bomb in my mother's popcorn," Shawn realized, "it was a fake."

Yang laughed again. He didn't find his statement remotely amusing, but he wasn't a crazy psychopath, "I knew you'd figure that out, Shawn. Like I said before, I really want you to like me, and killing your Mom definitely wouldn't accomplish that objective. It would have been loads fun, but I couldn't see her death furthering our friendship. By the way, no offense, but your Mom isn't exactly my favorite person. She has no real sense of humor. Plus, she gave me the worst look when I complimented you. What kind of mother isn't proud of her own son?"

Shawn swallowed the urge to yell.

"Anyway, I saw you throw the cell phone into the ocean, and I knew you were different then my other challengers. They were just so utterly desperate to save those poor victims. They became so sloppy. Very disappointing."

"What makes you think I'm different?" Shawn said, finally trusting himself to speak without cursing, "I was trying to save the victim too."

"Your eyes," She said, "for some time, I've been watching you, and every time I gave you a clue, you sparkled. You love the game as much as I do."

Shawn didn't respond. He didn't think he could convince her otherwise. He'd let her think whatever the hell she wanted to think.

The two had reached the highway. Shawn guessed Yang had another car waiting for them off an exit. If he tried to stop her now, he knew she also had more presents that would no doubt end in someone's death.

"So, Shawn," Yang said, "it's time for our next adventure."

She handed him a lacy handkerchief. He smelled a chemical that instantly flashed Shawn back to his junior high science class. Mrs. Tandy had instructed him and his classmates to drown frogs in terrible chemical and cut the poor animals open. Well, Shawn couldn't stand killing an innocent animal, so he liberated them all; and convinced his classmates to do the same. He earned a three day suspension, a week of detention, and a furious father, but it was worth it. Every single frog survived the encounter.

Shawn wished the same outcome had happened today.

"What do you want me to do with this?" He asked, feeling defeated.

She kept smiling and said, "I'm going to make you a deal, Shawn."

"A deal?" Shawn asked.

"I let Mom and the waitress live," Yang explained, "if you come with me for good, I'll let the rest of your friends and family live too."

His Dad was right. He'd never sleep again.

"How do I know you'll keep your word?" Shawn asked.

"You'll be with me," She said, "You'll always be with me."

"Then why the old-chloroform handkerchief gag?"

"I think you're absolutely amazing, and we'll have absolute fun together. But I think you still need a little convincing," she said, "After all, Santa Barbara is a difficult city to leave."

He suddenly felt more afraid, "What makes you think you can convince me?"

"Oh," she said seductively, "I have my ways."

Shawn shuddered; he didn't like the ominous sound her statement implied.

"If I take the chloroform," Shawn said. "How do I know you won't kill them while I'm unconscious?"

Yang laughed, "Because, silly, I don't care about them. I only care about you."

If Shawn ever saw Gus again, his best friend would surely murder him for this, "And you promise never to harm them? To let them live their lives in peace?"

"I do," she said, for once sounding slightly serious.

Shawn brought the handkerchief, covered his nose, and inhaled. He instantly felt the effects. As his eyes began to droop, he dropped the lacy cloth on the floor. Only his tightly buckled seatbelt kept him from doing the same.

"Don't worry, Shawn," She said, "You and I will be very happy."

As Shawn faded into an unwanted slumber, her last statement scared the crap out of him. He could only hope his loved ones would be okay, and that he would see them again.

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Oh, also, right now, this is a one-shot. Should I expand it? I was thinking about different POVs, but I'm not sure. Let me know what you think.