I'm not dead, I have returned from the worst bout of writers block ever. I came up with the idea for this a few nights ago, this is also my first Psych fanfic.
I don't own Psych.
Gus sat at one of the many tables in Psych headquarters, about to enjoy a salami sandwich.
"No, we don't have time for sandwitches. I just cracked the case." Shawn strolled in jingling the car keys.
"But Shawn, I'm hungry. Can't I just eat it in the car?" Gus looked longingly at the delicious sandwich in his hand.
"Of course we can't take the sandwitch, Gus. We're taking my Dad's car and you know how he feels about crumbs in his car. Need I remind you of the notorious Bagel incident of 1996?" He walked towards the door and turned back to Gus. "Now come on Lassie the Wonder Dog needs our help." He walked out the door and towards the old pickup truck. Gus stood up and strolled after him, salami sandwitch still in hand.
"Fine, but I can still have a few bites on the way to the car." He muttered. Gus locked the door, and twirled around to see Shawn standing right behind him.
"Gus, you insistence on eating that sandwitch has put us behind schedule. Which is why I'm doing this." Shawn smacked the sandwich out of his hands and onto the pavement outside of Psych.
"Shawn! What the Hell was that for?" He chased after his best friend to the ding old pickup truck. He hopped into the car just as Shawn started the engine. "I still don't think the the bagel incident was my fault." He crossed his arms and glared out of the windshield.
"Hey, we promised we'd never speak of the Bagel Incident again after my Dad-" His sentence was cut short by Gus's retort.
"Yeah, I remember. And that was your fault, your the one who brought the smoothies." He growled.
"Hey, your the one who spilled them. Let's just call it even okay Buddy?"
"Fine. We're getting pizza after this, and you're buying." Gus mumbled
At some point I'll probably write a one shot describing the "Notorious Bagel Incident of 1996". I'm unsure of when though.
~Spirit