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Dedicated to SydneyWoo who wanted a fic where Gus hurt Shawn... and he has... sort of :D

I owe my life to BringOnTheRain for the amazingly quick amazing beta-ing. Words can't describe her almost painful awesomness. Also thanks to Tazmy who allowed me to throw possibly titles and summaries at her :D

The challenge did require I write from Gus's POV... Well I did... sort of. Just not in first person, so I hope this is forgiven (:

Gus sighed with frustration. He was going to kill Shawn. Actually kill him. No, scratch that. Hang, draw and quarter him. Then burn the remains. Then resurrect him and apologise... and then re-kill him. He trudged toward Psych, giving himself more time to plan Shawn's slaying, whilst holding his ruined two-hundred dollar dress jacket. The jacket was now complete with bright yellow pinstripes that smelled suspiciously like pineapple. Even if it was probably accidental, he was still livid.

He swore his eye twitched somewhere in his journey to confront the idiot he decided to call his best friend. He leaves a perfectly good coat in Shawn's sight for an hour...

Reaching the office front he was slightly put out to see that the front door was already open, the handle hanging limply, as if forced open. Gus' shoulders sagged in defeat. If this was down to Shawn as well because he forgot forgetting his keys or something, he was just going to... but then again, this wasn't Shawn's sort of thing. Gus pushed down the growing apprehension as he brushed the inside door handle gently with his palm, frowning at it, then looking around the office in growing horror. It was as if a bomb had been dropped – papers littered the room, the plasma screen had been smashed right in the middle in a shape of a... bullet hole? The main light in the centre of the ceiling's bulb had been smashed so the room was weakly illuminated by the pale moon outside. As he stepped further inside, his toe hit something solid and heavy. Frowning, unable to see it in the darkness, he reached down and brushed the floor with his fingertips until his hand curled around the object. It was small, but surprisingly heavy. He brought it closer to his face, and almost dropped it in more of a surprise than he should have felt considering the amount of bullet damage evident in the office. He laid it quickly on the side, and looked around feeling quite scared now. What if they were still here? What had happened?

"Shawn!" He yelled, stepping towards his desk, "Shawn! If you're messing around here, I will kill you..." he said, the fear in his gut escalating. "Shawn!"
The next thing he heard was so quiet, so low, it was almost indistinguishable. Gus would have missed it if he hadn't had been so close to the source.

"Gus."

Gus jumped at his name and peered around, now aiming his eyes at the ground, "Shawn! Where are you?"

"Here."

Rolling his eyes at the uselessness of the statement, he resigned himself to following his friend's voice, crawling on all fours a few steps before feeling a soft brush of material from Shawn's trousers. He ran it up his leg slightly to get a further understanding of where he was.

"Dude... are you.... feeling me up"

Gus choked and withdrew his hand sharply. "I was just seeing where you were, Shawn!"

"Well you already... found me... didn't need to..." he was cut off by a sharp intake of breath as Gus' hand landed on his chest firmly as he misplaced his movements.

"Sorry... I can't see a thing back here, the light's cut off from the window 'cause of the desk." Gus explained apologetically. "Are you hurt?" he asked, just as he felt a slick wetness between his fingers. He could just about make out the outline of Shawn's face in the darkness as he lifted his head up weakly.

"...take advantage," Shawn completed his previous sentence before his head lolled back onto the floor with a light thump.

Gus felt his heart jump to his throat. Shawn!" he tapped his friend's face lightly. "Shawn!"

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