This story begins the day after 7x7, Deez Nups. Therefore, major spoilers for any who have not watched that episode or any leading up to it. This story is just my take on what could possibly happen next.
Warning: Language, violence, possible sexual situations later on.
Any spelling mistakes are autocorrect. I tried to find them all, but if you see any that distract from the story, please let me know.
A restaraunt probably isn't the most common place to meet and discuss criminal plans. But, it's so obvious that no one would think of it. Besides a criminal mastermind, of course.
"Alright, alright, settle down," the criminal mastermind called out to the small crowd of black-clad men. He smiled at how deep and strong his voice sounded. The quiet murmuring stopped, faces all turning to him. "You in the back! No sunglasses, I need to see who you are."
The man slowly removed his sunglasses.
The mastermind recognized him with surprise. "Oh, no. I heard that you were friends with Spencer. You can't be a part of this if you're not against him."
"Why would I be friends with the man who put me in prison? I want revenge for that."
The mastermind frowned, pondering this. "Alright, fine. But, if you're lying, I will kill you myself."
"That seems fair. Possibly extreme, but fair."
The mastermind then addresses the entire group. "So, you know I have called you here because you wish to partake in my game. The objective is to kill Shawn Spencer. That is the most important part of this. However, I do have rules to make this competition a bit more interesting. They are as follows..."
"I can't believe I fucked this up." Shawn held his head low. He and Gus were driving to the SBPD. That was the last place Shawn wanted to go; he couldn't even stand the look in Juliet's eyes from his memory. His ultra-sharp memory that crystallized every last painful detail. Sometimes it was a curse. The only thing more painful than reliving last night over and over would be the sequel he was sure would happen this morning. At least she (hopefully) wouldn't be holding any alcoholic beverages.
"You two will make up eventually. She can't stay mad forever." Gus replied evenly.
"Or can she? Gus, if there's one thing she values, it's honesty! The one thing I failed at. It just- I never expected this to happen. Falling in love wasn't the plan."
"Look Shawn, I know she's upset-"
Shawn continued speaking, not listening to Gus at all. "The whole thing just got way too big, too out of control. I'm known around Santa Barbara, for being a psychic. I'm not a psychic, hell I don't even believe in them! But when it's your freedom at stake, you say what you need to. No one was supposed to get hurt! Least of all Jules!"
"Shawn! Listen to me! It will work out. Remember when Rachael broke up with me? We got back together. It worked out."
"That was different. You weren't lying to her from the very first day that you met her. The basis of your relationship had nothing to do with a lie. I don't think she will take a liar back, Gus. I'll need a miracle for her to even look at me, and that will be by accident! I lost her. The only girl I've ever really cared for, and I went and ruined it like I always do. I'm a thing-ruiner," Shawn ranted miserably.
The blueberry coasted to a stop at a red light. Shawn stared out the window, feeling Gus' stare on his back.
"Shawn,"
"No, Gus! I don't want to hear anymore of your 'it will all work out' fruity hippy bullshit! This is a real problem, and unless you have actual advice, I don't want to hear it."
"Whoah, man."
Shawn sighed and turned back to face Gus. "I'm sorry. This is just really hard for me. You know I didn't mean that."
Gus opened his mouth to reply, but stopped. He was staring at something out Shawn's window in horror.
"What?" Shawn turned and barely had time to register the large, black SUV speeding toward them before it slammed into his door.
The car crumpled in around Shawn's seat. The window shattered, showering Shawn with pieces of glass.
Three men hopped out of the SUV. Two ran to Shawn's door, the other to Gus'. They began dragging Shawn out of the window, roughly pulling him over broken glass, resulting in even more cuts. Shawn heard Gus' door slam, then slam again. Weird. Gus shouted something that he couldn't quite hear.
"We'll get you to a hospital," said one of the men, as they finally got Shawn out of the car. They all but threw him into the back seat of theirs.
"But Gus!" Shawn protested. The third man raced away from the blueberry, where Gus was still sitting, looking a bit shell-shocked, dove into the driver's seat and peeled out.
"I want to take my friend with me!" Shawn said loudly.
"That's too bad." The driver replied gruffly. "Now shut up."
"I don't feel comfortable with leaving him behind. He's like my rock. My island."
One of the men in the back with Shawn punched him in the stomach, knocking the wind out of him. "Shut it!"
It was then that Shawn realized that he had gone from the frying pan straight into a volcano.
Gus pulled out his phone and hesitated for a second before dialing the number he wanted.
"Hello?" asked Juliet.
"Juliet, I know I'm probably one of the last people you want to be talking to right now. But, I think Shawn just got kidnapped."
So I'm dying waiting for this weeks episode. Shules can't break up, they just can't! On an unrelated note, if anyone can guess who the man in sunglasses was, I'll give you a Holla next chapter:) so guess away!
