"Shane, are you-" Jason stopped short as he looked at the car and his attitude totally changed. "GO!" He shoved Shane forward, but Shane was still frozen in shock. Mitchie was leaning against his car, looking worried, wearing her pajamas. "You have to go to her…" Jason pushed Shane again, and Shane snapped out of whatever trance he was in.

"Mitchie…" Shane walked up to her and ran his hand through his hair.

"God, are you alright?" Mitchie walked towards him and pulled him into a hug. Shane didn't say anything, he just returned the embrace, holding her tightly. "One of my friends NEVER sleeps and she was watching the news and someone phoned in saying that Connect Three was being held hostage over here, and I wasn't sure what to do, so I…I borrowed mom's catering van and…I just wanted to make sure that you were alright…" She trailed off and pulled away from the hug.

"After what I did to you?" Shane looked at her, shocked.

"Being horrible to me doesn't make me care about you any less," Mitchie sighed. "It just makes me want to…and just the thought of something like that happening to you…" Mitchie trailed off. "It made me realize that Nate was telling the truth."

"Nate was telling the truth about what?"

"You didn't want to say those things, did you." She didn't phrase it as a question, just a solid statement. "You didn't want to break up with me…someone forced you to." Shane nodded, confused as to how she knew this and what Nate had to do with it. "The same people who were holding you tonight?" Shane nodded again.

"But how did you-"

"You have loyal friends." She gestured to Nate and Jason, who were holding hands a few feet away, shaking quietly. "Nate sent me a few emails saying that someone was trying to hurt you guys and that it wasn't your fault, you had to break up with me to save Nate's life."

"I told them not to do that…" Shane sighed.

"Why?"

"For the same reason that they shouldn't have made out in public, it was a risk to everything…to them, to me…to you." Shane sighed. "I mean all of what happened tonight was because Jason kissed Nate in the supermarket."

"What?!" Mitchie looked shocked. "You were held hostage because too people expressed their feelings?"

"There's no freedom with this label that we're on." Shane shook his head. "And technically, I wasn't involved in this initially…" Mitchie looked at him, confused. "Look, I have to get Jason and Nate somewhere comfortable, come with us and I'll explain everything once we're back at my house."

"Alright." Mitchie nodded and moved so that there was room for Shane to unlock the car. He already had the top of; this wasn't the right kind of time to go zooming about with the wind in their hair. Jason and Nate immediately took the back seat, staying huddled as close together as they could; the crying had stopped but they were nowhere near unshaken. Mitchie took the passenger's seat, deciding to get the catering van later, and Shane drove. The ride was silent, only the occasional post-cry sniffles from the back seat. When they reached Shane's house, they pushed past his mother's question and up to his bedroom.

"You guys take the bed," he gestured to Shane and Nate.

"No, we-" Jason tried to protest, but Shane interrupted.

"Take the fucking bed, please? Just do it…you've been through a lot, if you don't I'm sleeping on the floor anyways."

"Fine…" Jason sighed. "Thank you." He pulled Nate gently on to the bed so that they were sitting side by side.

"I'm going to take Mitchie to the guest room, maybe explain a little bit about what happened…if you need me or really anything at all, just come in and let me know, alright?" Jason and Nate nodded, and Shane took Mitchie's hand, leading her towards an empty room across the hall. "Do you want to know what happened tonight?"

"Yes." She nodded.

"Alright…so I got a warning call from the label early this morning saying that we weren't allowed to pull this kind of shit…so once the call ended, I tried calling both Jason and Nate to see if either of them had been threatened or warned, only neither of them picked up, which for Jason, is kind of weird, as long as he's not incapacitated, he answers his phone…so I called a few more times and still, neither of them answered. I was a little scared, so I went to go check on Nate, only he wasn't there, so I went to Jason's and the fucking door was open, so I called the police and they came and they were making a plan, but I heard a crash and I couldn't handle losing them so I went into the house and I went up to Jason's room and Jason and Nate were both tied to chairs and the CEO of the label had a fucking gun and he was playing Russian Roulette with Jason's life and Nate was in hysterics and I don't really know where I found the courage to do anything at all, but I hit him over the head with one of Jason's soccer trophies and THEN the police FINALLY came and…and…I'm sorry…" Shane gulped and looked up at Mitchie.

"Sorry? Shane, you're a hero." Mitchie smiled softly and squeezed Shane's hand. "You saved Jason's life."

"I know, and fuck…he sounded surprised about it! As though he had expected me to just let him die or something! I would never do that…never…" Shane shook his head. "I mean I haven't been all there for them since…since I had to break up with you, but I didn't know that they thought I didn't care about them anymore!"

"Shane, Shane…" Mitchie rubbed his back gently. "I'm sure they didn't think that you didn't care, they probably just didn't expect you to act the way you did in that moment…maybe Jason couldn't see himself being as brave…"

"No." Shane shook his head. "He could have done it for Nate…I just don't think that he could have done it for me…" Shane sighed.

"Are they in love?" Mitchie asked.

"Oh my god yes." Shane nodded. "They're so in love that it's almost disgusting, but they're so perfect for each other that it's so fucking hard to be jealous of what they have because I know that I would be heartbroken if they broke up…I dunno, call me crazy, but I'd like to have a love like theirs."

"Why would anyone call that crazy?"

"I dunno…because they're two guys, and usually two guys aren't the demographic for flawless love." Shane sighed.

"I don't think you're crazy…well, not for that. Running into a building containing certain danger and possible death, maybe…but you did for the right reasons Shane, and that was really, really brave." Mitchie leaned over and kissed Shane on the cheek.

"You know," Shane sighed. "I don't know if this is all over, I don't know if putting Mr. Larson away is the end of trouble from the record label, but if it is…could you find it in you take me back?" Shane looked seriously at Mitchie, who just smiled and kissed him softly.

"Of course I would."

A/N I know, this chapter was kind of filler fluff, but people had been asking for Shane/Mitchie, so I threw a tiny bone...Also, if you have any interest, I am writing a Gabe Saporta/William Beckett CHAPTER fanfiction on my fanfiction blog, the link for the blog is at the top of my profile, I would REALLY love it if some people went to go check that out, but uh...you don't have to! If you have trouble getting to it, let me know!