DISCLAIMER - I do not own Psych, the characters, or anything other than what is in my head. Which can be a scary place..._ Luke Skywalker - that's who he reminded himself of...in a weird, not so "far far away galaxy" way - watching Tatooine's two moons, setting over the sand dunes. It was an odd comparison, but the scene had always hit home with him as a child, and even more so as a teenager, when relations between he and his father reached an all time strain. That yearn for adventure - to move on, to see the world, to outlive death - was as much a part of his character as was his perfectly styled hair. How many nights had he sat there, as an adolescent, staring out over the expanse of the ocean, wondering if it was possible to swim away from the anger and torment that being Henry Spencer's son brought on - the never ending tests and "life lessons" that his father put him through, never being quite good enough for the elder Spencer. And so he left - took off before the ink could dry on his diploma - for parts unknown, determined to forge his own destiny. The world was his Chinese buffet, and he had his chopsticks ready, hungry to eat and live and breath all he could. But then he returned - for reasons he still didn't always understand - and had built a life in the one place he swore he would never go back to. And he was, to the disbelief of those who knew him best - who kept waiting for him to disappear again - happy. For eight years, he had grown, matured, and rebuilt the precarious relationship between he and his father. He was content - solving crimes with his best friend, dating the woman of his dreams, and planning a future that didn't involve hotels and week-by-week employment. All which led him to this day - the sand dunes in his own personal space odyessey; the pull of Tatooine's two moons on his heartstrings, calling him to leave one last time. But this time, it wasn't his yearning for freedom or revenge on an overly protective father - his goodbyes this time were heartfelt, emotional and harder than hell to get through. As he turned off the videocamera, and looked back at the office he had occupied for the last eight years - years that he realized were the best of his life - the lump that formed in his throat was not without surprise. He had left Santa Barbara to find himself, only to discover that he had been there all along. And now, even as he closed the door one last time - his future with Jules in San Francisco - Shawn knew that a part of him would always remain, among the shores of the one place he had ran so far away from.
