Full Summary: Shawn plans on leaving Santa Barbara for a few days to clear his mind on things that happened between him and Juliet at Carlton and Marlowe's wedding party. While going to the Psych office, he notices someone had been following him. As he tries to get away, Shawn realizes that this stalker wants him dead. Meanwhile, Juliet struggles if she should tell the others about Shawn not being a psychic, but when something happens to Shawn, no one will be thinking that he's a fake.

Chapter 1: Night Changes

Shawn walked out after Juliet threw her drink at him and rushed out of the room. She left in her car while Shawn watched her go. His eyes were watery and he immediately felt cold with the wet shirt on. He sat down at one of the outside tables and rested his head in his hands. He heard footsteps and turned around to see his best friend standing behind him.

"She found out, Gus," Shawn said sadly before turning back around.

Gus looked down in response before looking back at his old time childhood friend. "I'm sorry." Was all he could say. He knew Shawn just about fell in love with Juliet since the first day they officially started working for the Santa Barbara Police Department. Gus also knew Shawn didn't like the fact that he had to lie to her throughout their relationship.

Shawn was going to tell her soon, but Juliet was smarter than that. She figured it out. Shawn wasn't a real psychic. Now she thought their whole relationship was a lie.

"That's not the worst part, though... she... she broke up with me." Gus' eyes went wide. Sure, he would have thought that Juliet would need some time to herself, but a breakup?

"How are you holding up, Shawn?" Gus replied resting his hand on Shawn's shoulder.

Shawn shook his head. "I still love her, Gus. I can't let her go." Shawn looked on into the darkness. Off in the distance, the two could hear their drunken friend Woody bickering to himself. Gus dropped his hand from Shawn's shoulder and placed it in his pant pocket.

"It's getting cold, Shawn. We should head back inside." Shawn nodded his head and stood.

"I actually was gonna leave and change my shirt," Shawn said while looking down to grab a hold of his white dress shirt stained with the drink he had given to Juliet, who then dumped it on him once she figured out what Shawn had been keeping from her.

Gus nodded his head, understanding. "Do you have a place to stay for the night?"

"I, uh, was thinking about staying at the Psych office. I have extra clothes there."

Gus responded with a simple "okay" and right before he left, Gus said, "Don't think about this too much, Shawn. Have a safe drive." while he looked into Shawn's glossy eyes.

"I'll be fine," Shawn assured his friend.

Gus returned inside while Shawn walked to the main road and got a taxi. After a while, the vehicle pulled up to a red and white house and once Shawn paid the driver, he headed up the two steps and sat down on the porch bench to his father's house.

Even though Henry's light green truck was parked on the driveway, Shawn knew that his dad still wasn't home from Carlton and Marlowe's wedding party, considering the fact that they took a Phat Cat Limo there.

Shawn sat there for a moment, got up, and went to the spot where Henry kept an extra key to the house.

Turning the knob and making his way up the stairs to his old bedroom, Shawn changed his shirt. He took some money that he stashed in his drawers - 108 dollars (and 38 cents) - and stuffed it into his pocket, he grabbed his old backpack. He grabbed a couple of shirts and underclothes and carelessly shoved it in the bag.

With the backpack hung over one shoulder, Shawn went and stood by the door to examine the room. He noticed a picture in a frame that sat on the nightstand by his old bed. Shawn walked over to it and gently picked it up. It was a picture taken long ago when he was around eleven. In the picture was Shawn, Gus, and Henry. Shawn remembered that day. They were out fishing. That was the day Gus almost caught the biggest fish until Shawn broke the line and then caught the fish for himself. The picture showed all of them side hugging, holding their fishing gear with the lake and trees behind them on a warm sunny day.

Smiling back at the memories, Shawn opened the backpack, pulled out a shirt, wrapped the picture tightly in it and carefully placed it back into the bag. With one last look around the room, Shawn headed downstairs. When he reached the front door, he locked it and stepped outside. He ran to the neighbor's yard (the one who used to steal their newspaper) and hid the backpack in the bush, so when his father came, he wouldn't question what was in the bag.

Shawn returned to the porch and sat back down on the bench. He stretched out his legs and rested both hands behind his head as he closed his eyes. He waited until his dad showed up.

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"Shawn… Shawn, wake up."

Shawn shook his head side to side, a gleam of light had hit his tired eyes. Wiping them, he heard a frustrated groan.

"Shawn, can you please tell me why in the world you're sleeping on the bench in the early morning?" He recognized the voice to be his dad's.

Yawning, Shawn asked as he stretched his arms out, "What time is it?"

"It's 4:31 a.m," Henry answered while watching Shawn stand up.

"4:31?!" He questioned in surprise. It was around 1 a.m. when he got to the house.

"Yeah," Henry answered.

"Dad, we need to talk," Shawn said sitting back down. Henry sat down next to Shawn. He became concerned because when Shawn spoke, his voice sounded different. Shaky almost. Whether he was about to cry or because of the cold weather, Henry couldn't tell. He prayed for the second one.

"You wanna come inside?" Henry asked, pointing to the front door.

Shawn shook his head no. "I won't be here that long. I just need to tell you… I messed up big time, dad." Shawn waited for his father's response but never got one. "Did you hear me?"

"Yeah, I heard you, but what did you mess up on?" Shawn was surprised that Gus never told Henry about what happened between him and Juliet.

"Nothing," Shawn said and recovered with, "I was just thinking about a past case. But, um… I want to tell you, dad... that you're the best dad out there. And I appreciate all that you do for me, and I wish that I could repay you somehow." Shawn said, tears forming in his eyes.

"Shawn… are you in trouble?"

Shawn chuckled. "No, dad. I just… I just love you."

"And I love you too, Shawn. Always have, always will." Henry spoke softly.

"I know." Smiling at his dad, Shawn took Henry by surprise when he hugged him. The next moment, Henry hugged Shawn back, tears threatening to fall and roll down his face. But they didn't.

Once they let go of each other, Shawn stood up and said goodbye to his father. When he reached the white picket fence, he turned back watching his dad enter the house. With a nod of his head, Shawn retrieved his bag from the neighbor's bush and headed down the road.

Whistling, Shawn made his way to the Psych office. There were a lot of things for Shawn to think about. He knew he needed time to himself. He needed to collect his thoughts and think about what his next move would be. However, as long as he was in Santa Barbara, Shawn wouldn't be able to focus on himself. He needed to get away for at least a couple of days. His brain couldn't wrap around the thought of it being over between him and Juliet.

When Shawn made it to the Psych office, he pulled out his key and unlocked the door. As he swung the door open, in the window he saw a reflection of someone stopping then hiding behind a tree. Shawn was being followed.

Pretending he didn't see anything, Shawn continued whistling as he closed and locked the door. Immediately, Shawn messed up the front desk desperately trying to find the phone. They always had a habit of misplacing that thing. With no success, Shawn stopped, said "silly me" and reached into his left front pant pocket and pulled out his cell phone.

He punched in Gus' name, clicked on it and put the phone up to his ear, waiting for Gus to answer. "Hello! You've reached Burton Guster. Sorry, I can't come to the phone right now, so please leave your first and last name with your number and message after the beep and I'll try to contact you back as soon as I can. Good day!"

"Ah, Gus-Gus. You didn't pick up your phone," Shawn said. He continued on with his message until he was cut off when he heard something crash. "... Listen, I gotta go." Shawn rushed as he ended the message. He grabbed his backpack, proceeding to leave through the back.

Once outside, Shawn looked to his left and then his right. On his right turned out to be the person who Shawn believed was following him.

They stared at each other for a moment until Shawn broke out into a run. There weren't many people around considering it was almost 5 in the morning, which made it easier to get around.

Shawn didn't dare to look back. He almost fell to his knees when an unexpected gunshot was heard. Shawn glanced back and noticed that whoever was chasing after him had shot a bystander.

He made a sharp turn to the right, then took a left and hopped into a taxi.

"Where to?" the driver had asked. Two more gunshots were heard.

"Anywhere but here! Go, now!" Shawn yelled as the driver did just that.