Title: Gus and the Multiple Personality Disorder
Disclaimer: I do not own Psych. I make no profit from this story.
A/N: Set after Season 1 episode 7 Who Ya Gonna Call? Gus suffers from Dissociative identity disorder or Multiple Personality disorder and he indulges some long repressed desires as his alter ego. (Dissociative identity disorder is a psychiatric diagnosis and describes a condition in which a person displays multiple distinct identities or personalities, known as alter egos). Some mature and disturbing stuff happens.
A/N: I apologize for all grammatical or other errors. English is not my first language.
It was Saturday morning. Shawn was slightly worried. Last night he had called Gus to ask him whether he wanted to join Shawn in a Lost Boys marathon. But Gus had not answered his phone. It was raining, so Shawn had not gone over to check on his best friend, but this morning he was going to find out what was up with him.
As Shawn walked towards the door of Gus' apartment building, he mused that Gus had been pretty moody this last week; probably due to stress from work. He was still somewhat mad about how Shawn had drugged and kidnapped him during their last case. He had been frantically trying to catch up with lost work, and Shawn, not appreciating the lack of attention from his best friend, had been getting up to more and more shenanigans. All this resulted in an even more stressed and irate Gus.
Shawn knocked on Gus' door, "Gus? You there? Wake up, man, it's nearly noon!"
Had Gus been on a drunken binge last night? Did not seem like Gus. And if he actually did, then it was unforgivable that he did not take Shawn along.
When there was no response, Shawn fished out his key (that Gus had not given to him) and unlocked the door. Closing the door behind himself, he walked through the living room and to Gus's bedroom. Gus was not on the bed. Shawn's brows drew together. As he turned and walked back in the living room, he suddenly noticed a body lying on the floor beside the sofa.
"Gus!" he ran to the still figure and knelt beside it. Gus was lying with his eyes closed and one arm under his head. Shawn looked him over; there did not seem to be any injury. Gus seemed to be just sleeping normally. Why is he sleeping on the floor? Shawn could not understand it; even dead drunk, Gus was too organized not to go to his bed. Another strange thing was that Gus was wearing nothing but a pair of leather pants. Shawn shook him by the shoulders gently and called his name. Gus stirred, and then opened his eyes.
"Sh-shawn?"
"What happened, dude?" Shawn asked curiously, "You got drunk?"
"Huh?" Gus looked around the living room, "Why am I lying here?"
"I am guessing you got mightily hammered last night…"
"I didn't… I don't think so…I can't remember anything!"
"You don't remember getting drunk?"
"I don't think I got drunk…I don't have a hangover or anything."
Shawn frowned. "Then why are you lying here, on the floor, behind the sofa?"
"I don't know, Shawn! I can't remember what I did last night!" Gus scrambled up from the floor.
"I am afraid all this work is getting to you, Gus. You need to relax; having two jobs is too stressful. Psych should be enough for you…"
"I am not quitting my real job!" Gus hissed, "That's what pays the bills."
"Okaaay, easy, buddy! Come on; let's get you to sit on the sofa. You want me to fix you some breakfast?"
Gus pulled his arm out of Shawn's grip.
"Shawn, I am not an invalid just because I…. slept on the floor. I feel perfectly fine."
After they had breakfast, Shawn asked,
"What's with the leather pants, Gus?"
Gus stared down at his own pants.
"I…. where did these come from?"
"You don't know how you got into the clothes you are wearing?" Shawn gasped, "Gus, did you hit your head somewhere?"
"NO! I just…can't remember what happened last night."
Shawn was getting more and more worried. He was not used to the grueling task of worrying. Having his best friend have memory loss was not something he would want a repeat of anytime soon.
"Maybe you should see a doctor…"
"No, it's just this workload, and stress." Gus said firmly, "I don't need a doctor."
When Shawn insisted on Gus seeing a doctor, Gus got pissy again, and threw Shawn out of his apartment. Which was really unfair. Shawn did not know what had gotten into Gus; pushing his lifelong BFF out of the door. Jeez!