A/N: I wasn't going to write this – I really wasn't. I'm normally the one groaning in pain when I come across these fics but then the plot bunny backed me into a corner and I didn't know what to do! Thus I will take the Gary Sue oath.

I solemnly swear, that no matter how annoying, how angsty, or how intelligent my Gary Sue seems to be I will REFUSE to allow him to steal the show.

~Matilda

PS – Even though it kills me, this isn't a slash fic. I'm not very good at developing multiple relationships in a story. As always reviews are encouraged, let me know what you think! Thanks!

Grand Slam

The case was over, and Shawn was relieved – he didn't think the murderer would slip up but as it stands "Mr. Groove" as Shawn had nick named him was just a bit of an idiot and wasn't very good at hiding a diary.

Thankfully Shawn was good at lying, and after covering his tracks thoroughly he had returned to the police station only to have 'painful visions' of the words written in Mr. Groove's notebook, and in a display of wild hand movements and forced whimpers Shawn had led the way to Mr. Groove's apartment. The result? was now in a holding cell in the SBPD head quarters.

"Very nice work Mr. Spencer." The Chief commended him like she normally did, and Juliet who was all smiles did the same.

"You really hit this one out of the park." Juliet said.

"All in a day's work." Shawn flaunted a bit and turned to Gus who for now was keeping to himself. Not for much longer. "Gus! Lets celebrate – I think we should hit up IHOP." He turned to everyone else "IHOP anyone?"

"Perhaps another time." The Chief said, and Juliet too declined. Which left Lassie.

"Lassie – IHOP. Lets go." Shawn insisted, but true to his form Lassiter just grumbled.

"Paperwork."

"Fine." Shawn pretended to look upset, but he quickly smiled and bid his farewell taking Gus with him.

"We're really going to IHOP?" Gus said, and laughing Shawn shook his head.

"Not if you don't want to – there's always Denny's."

"Denny's being the preferred choice." Gus answered "I wouldn't mind getting my Grand Slam on."

"If I convince the waitress it's my birthday I can get a grand slam for free..." Shawn sounded excited then "Yes – Denny's it is!"

And Denny's it was, over and over again. Shawn was feeling spontaneous and he had talked Gus into taking on over the menu. Just so its clear; hamburgers, AND french toast? Not the greatest idea on Shawn's part.

"Gus – why did you let me do that?" Shawn put his hand on his stomach and rubbed it repeatedly, god he felt so full – and sick, sick and full. Damn you Grand Slam.

"Really?" Gus quirked a brow "Really Shawn, you're blaming me?"

"You're the one who talked me into Denny's." Shawn argued.

"Only because you wanted IHOP – what's so special about IHOP?" Gus demanded "Denny's has the bigger menu."

Shawn regarded the various empty plates in front of them. "You're telling me."

"Let's just pay and go home." Gus said then, and when Shawn reached for his wallet he winced.

"Too full to carry on, go on without me!" Shawn was dramatic and acting like he had just been shot.

"People are staring." Gus had on his serious face.

"You'd think television would provide enough entertainment so they wouldn't have to." Shawn joked, and he forced himself to stand – making a point to wave at an old lady who was staring at him like she wanted him to burn. "Hey how's it going?"

The lady huffed and turned away, Gus having to pull Shawn along. "Leave the nice elderly alone Shawn."

Shawn pouted, but soon enough his bill was paid and he and Gus were on route to Shawn's apartment.

"Want to hang out tonight?" Shawn asked "It's still early we can rent a movie."

"I work tomorrow." Gus declined "Dinner was good though."

"Don't talk about dinner." Shawn groaned "Mentioning food right now risks me having to pay for new seat covers in here."

"Don't you dare!" Gus snapped "I have very specific rules about keeping this car clean Shawn!"

"I know I know." Shawn chorused "Just don't mention Grand Slams and I'll be fine, I don't think I can handle another one today."

"I hate you Shawn." Gus sounded just a tad aggravated – you never joked about puking in the blueberry. Ever.

Shawn just waved him off, and looked up just as they were approaching his apartment – which currently had a police vehicle occupying the drive way.

"Hang on…" Shawn got serious; he immediately noticed that the vehicle wasn't SBPD but rather an OPP.

"OPP?" Gus turned to Shawn.

"Ontario Provincial Police." Shawn answered "Why there's one currently here in my drive way is the answer I don't have."

"The last time we were in Canada did you do something illegal?" Gus asked, and Shawn shrugged.

"Not that I remember." Though Shawn looked like he was thinking about it. Gus pulled the car over and Shawn exited the blueberry and headed up the walkway just as the uniform who was knocking on his door gave up and turned around.

"Can I help you?" Shawn asked, and the officer nodded.

"Looking for Shawn Spencer." The officer said, and Shawn became a bit weary.

"That's me." Shawn confirmed "Why do you ask though Officer…?"

"Officer Jameson."

"Jameson." Shawn repeated, and he turned to Gus and pointed him out. "My partner Gus, we do a lot of work with the SBPD. I'm sure you've read my blog…wait nevermind I don't have a blog. Whoops. Now what seems to be the problem Officer Jameson?"

Gus gave Shawn a bemused look as Officer Jameson spoke.

"Mr. Spencer do you recall a woman by the name Karley Winston?"

Karley Winston was a blast from the past; she was a transfer student back when Shawn was in Grade 11. A girl Shawn actually dated for about 4 months before her dad who was a member of the Canadian military got posted back in Canada. Shawn hadn't seen her since. Shawn turned to Gus, who was currently having the same recollection.

"Yes." Shawn said immediately "I do – but I haven't seen her in years."

"I haven't either." Gus said "She never called after she moved."

"What's this about?" Shawn looked back to the Officer.

"Well." Jameson said "I regret to tell you that recently passed away."

"Oh." Shawn said "I had no idea – that's horrible."

"Yes – well." Officer Jameson carried on. "She had a will, and part of the reason I'm here is to abide by her final wishes."

"I'm in her will?" Shawn and Gus shared confused looks – Shawn didn't even know people his age could have wills. "How am I in her will?" He wondered then if she was giving him that remote control car he always played with whenever he hung out at her house. That'd be cool.

"It was her final wish that in the event that should anything happen to her, her son would have the opportunity to meet his father."

Remote control cars were awesome, seriously awesome – Shawn was actually debating getting one the other day. A red one, a convertible – that'd be so cool. Then he'd buy little G.I Joe action figures and drive them around the Psych office. While blaring Europe's Final Countdown. Epic.

"Shawn!" Gus elbowed him in the side and Shawn was back on earth.

"I'm sorry – what?" Shawn blinked, and Officer Jameson looked perplexed.

"I was just saying that Ms. Winston's final wish was for her son to meet his father."

"I don't understand…" Shawn was shocked "I mean – cool of her, but why does that bring you to me? I mean I can't possibly be….I don't even do my own laundry sometimes…what father?...Karely had a son?"

Shawn's mind was going about a mile minute, was this officer really saying what he was saying? Shawn looked to Gus again who only offered a helpless shrug.

"Yes." Officer Jameson repeated "Karley Winston had a son, and in her will she specifically names you as the child's father."

"But the child is probably already only 16." Shawn rambled but then frowned "I didn't know."

Shit shit shit shit shit…..shit

"Look, the kid isn't even a US citizen. All you have to do is meet him once, shake his hand, tell him a couple stories and whatever. Then we take him back to Canada and throw him in the system for two years until he's old enough to move out on his own." Officer Jameson didn't sound sympathetic at all, and Shawn decided he didn't like that about the officer.

"Hey." Shawn suddenly snapped "If this kid is mine, I'm not about to throw him in the system, don't be so hasty there Officer."

"Shawn!" Gus pulled on his arm. "Think about what you're saying – you haven't even met the kid yet!" Aw yes Gus, always the voice of reason. What would Shawn do with out him?

"Fair enough." Shawn calmed a bit. "Well where is he? Bring him out."

The officer shrugged and moved to the police cruiser opening the back door. "Scott wake up."

Shawn temporarily forgot how to breathe, when Jameson opened the door to the cruiser – there was suddenly this teenager curled up on the back seat. At first Shawn only saw the top of the kid's head; cropped medium length, shaggy, and the same shade of brunette as Shawn's. Then there were the kid's clothes; blue jeans, black runners, and a dark denim jacket. This couldn't be Shawn's son Shawn decided - the jacket had a giant Ed Hardy logo on the back of it. Shawn hated Ed Hardy. Ed Hardy was tacky. Of course, the kid then stirred and lifting his head he immediately met Shawn's gaze. Shawn took in the kid's features, his stomach dropped and his mouth went dry.

Holy crap …I'm a father.