A/n: Ok, so I had sudden inspiration for a one-shot song fic. It's angsty, and what not, and possibly a tear-jerker.
"Good Riddance (Time Of Your Life)"
Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road
Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to go
So make the best of this test, and don't ask why
It's not a question, but a lesson learned in time
It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.
Shawn sat on the edge of his hospital bed. He looked around the room; it was yellow, with a black and white checkerboard border at the top of the room. The bed was in the middle of the room, on the back wall. The TV was in the upper-left hand corner. It was on some soap-opera. He was grateful the border wasn't flowers. He remembered why he was here; the cancer. He was getting his last chemotherapy treatment for leukemia. The doctors weren't exactly hopeful on his prognosis. They said he had four, maybe six months left to live. He had come to terms that he was going to die. They had tried a bone marrow transplant; his dad was a perfect match. The marrow didn't take though.
So take the photographs, and still frames in your mind
Hang it on a shelf in good health and good time
Tattoos of memories and dead skin on trial
For what it's worth it was worth all the while
It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.
Shawn looked at the scrapbook Juliet had made him. She had secretly had his dad get all of his pictures for her, and she gave him a scrapbook. It had a green cover. It was about the thickness of a large book; he had taken a lot of pictures when he was on the road. He opened it to a blue page that had a picture of Gus and him in front of Psych on the day it first opened. He had a stranger take the picture for him. He looked at his full head of hair in the picture, and he felt his head, but there was nothing there. He had lost all his hair during the chemo.
"Shawn?" His dad asked, knocking on the door frame. He then walked in. "So, uh, how are you feeling Shawn?"
"Like crap dad. I'm scared dad. I don't want to die dad. I still have so much to live for. I'm scared." Shawn said. His dad came and sat on the bed with him. "Dad? Promise me, you won't live the rest of your life in grief after I die."
"I promise son. I promise."
Four months later Shawn was staying at his dad's house. They had just had dinner. "Good-night dad."
"Good-night Shawn.," he said, "Hey Shawn, look, I, I just want to let you know I love you, ok?"
"I love you too dad." And went upstairs to sleep, never to wake up, to die peacefully.
I know it's short, but I think it tells the story well and, I almost cried writing this. Let me know if you want a sequel to this somehow.