Author's Note: Hello all! Like the summary said this is an answer to a challenge over on Psychfic. Basically I'm given 100 prompts and they're all just one word or one small phrase and I have to write a little fic based off of it. So yeah, that means that, assuming I succeed, there will be 100 of these little oneshots. They are not necessarily connected to the one before but if by any chance they are I will let you know with each new update. The characters and possilbe warnings for each will also change, so again, I'll let you know when necessary. I hope you enjoy and please review!
Disclaimer: Psych and all related characters do not belong to me, despite how it pains me to admit it.
# 1 - Introduction
Shawn Spencer can remember the first time he ever met Gus. He can remember just about everything that's ever happened to him, but really, that's beside the point. The day he met Gus is more important than most of those other days.
It was Pre-K, and even then Shawn was always the center of attention. He supposes he was probably the only natural choice for the teacher to pick. The friendly, enthusiastic, not in the least shy Shawn Spencer.
Gus had been the new kid. Shy, awkward, nervous, in retrospect kind of geeky in his pressed pants and button up shirt. The teacher, Mrs. Stitely had led Gus directly through the mass chaos that is 15 four year olds, straight to the center where Shawn had been busy attempting to show everyone how the blood rushed to his face when he stood on his head.
"Get up, Shawn," Mrs. Stitely had said, her tone making her inner conflict between exasperation and amusement obvious. "How many times do I have to tell you to stay on your feet?"
"I don't think yesterday should count," four year old Shawn answered earnestly. "I didn't really get off my feet when I climbed on the lunch table."
"I suppose that's true," Mrs. Stitely had agreed after a moment. The boy was really too smart for his own good. "Shawn, I have someone I want you to meet," she said then. "I would like you to show him around and introduce him to people. Burton Guster, this is Shawn Spencer, Shawn, this is Burton."
Mrs. Stitely had hurried away then, drawn by the screaming of a little girl who had somehow gotten her hair stuck in the class's hamster cage, leaving the boys to get acquainted on their own.
"You don't look much like a Burton," Shawn remembers telling his new charge. "I'll call you Gus."
And the rest, as they say, is history.