A/N: I'm not sure how good of a story this is, but it just kind of kept nagging at me to be written. I hope it's okay, but if it's not, well, it was written at 1:30 AM. Please Review!

Disclaimer: I do not own Psych or any of it's characters

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Gus kneeled on the wet grass as he held his best friend's hand tightly in one hand and tried to staunch the blood flow with the other while they waited for the ambulance to arrive. "I don't know how you managed it, Shawn," he said angrily to mask his panic. Shawn didn't have to see Gus in that state. It would only make things worse. "Only you," he continued, "would confront a vampire-obsessed psychopath and end up getting staked."

Shawn laughed, which caused him to start wheezing and then slowly coming down to shallow and quick gasps. "Buddy," he said weakly, but still with that ever-present Shawn-humor in his voice, "I hadn't planned on it. If I'd known he was crazy enough to do what he did I wouldn't have- actually, I probably would've anyway."

Gus tried to mask his worry with anger again, but he just couldn't. Shawn's skin was getting paler and Gus noticed that he was now kneeling in a steadily growing pool of blood. As Shawn's eyes started to close Gus yelled, "SHAWN!" Shawn's eyelids flicked open at the sudden noise. "You have to keep your eyes open, buddy. The ambulance is almost here." At least, he hoped it was.

Shawn didn't seem to hear him anymore. His eyes started to close again, and no matter how much Gus tried to get him to open them it didn't work, and then Shawn's breathing turned worse. It became ragged and labored.

Oh, God, Gus thought, I can't lose him. Not yet. We're supposed to be old and gray when we die. Not like this. Not like this... Gus could hear sirens in the air now and the screech of tires as Lassiter and Juliet arrived.

"SHAWN!" Juliet yelled frantically as she Lassiter ran to where Gus and Shawn were.

"What the hell happened, Guster?" Lassiter demanded.

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A Little While Earlier:

"We know what happened, Ivan," Shawn said to the suspect in front of him.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Ivan denied, but his eyes were flicking around the room nervously and he avoided eye contact with Shawn.

"We know you murdered Stephanie Lillard." Shawn continued, "Because, Ivan, I know everything. I'm psychic, you see." Gus rolled his eyes but, fortunately, Ivan didn't notice it.

"I did not!" Ivan whirled around to look Shawn full on. "Stephanie was my friend! I wouldn't hurt her!"

"But you did, Ivan," Shawn brought his left hand to his temple. "I can see it. It's hazy, but I can make out two figures. You and Stephanie. You're leaving a club and you're both drunk. The two of you start fighting because she wants you to leave your wife, but you say no. She threatens to tell her if you don't leave her so you did what you thought had to be done. You killed her to keep from talking."

Ivan's eyes glanced to the unarmed Gus and then back to Shawn and then to the small box sitting on a table. Ivan opens the box and takes out a stake before either Shawn or Gus know what's happening, and then Ivan lunges for Shawn and Gus here's a yell and a thud. The next thing Gus knows Shawn is on the ground, both hand pressing down on a gaping hole in his abdomen, and Ivan is out the door and undoubtedly getting in his car.

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Present Time:

Gus finishes the story quickly as he watches the paramedics load Shawn onto a stretcher. Gus didn't know what was happening, the paramedics had forcibly removed him from Shawn's side after a lot of protesting and yelling. Lassiter had been the one to actually pull him away.

"You two approached a suspect alone? With no backup?" Lassiter growled. He didn't wait for an answer, but instead went on talking, "How stupid are you two?"

Gus knew Lassiter wasn't really insulting him. He was just trying to do the same thing as Gus. He was trying to keep his panic from showing, but he could see it in Lassiter's eyes. He was worried for Shawn almost as much as Gus.

Gus noticed the paramedics loading Shawn into the ambulance and went after them without a word to the head detective. Lassiter looked for Juliet as the ambulance sped towards the hospital. She was rooted to the same spot she'd stopped at when they had reached Shawn.

Her face was pale and a few tears slid down her cheeks. She stared at the pool of blood on the grass outside Ivan Sadusky's house, never glancing up. Not once.

Lassiter put a hand on his partner's shoulder and turned her to face him. "Get a hold of yourself, O'Hara." He said firmly, but not unkindly. "There's nothing you can do for Spencer if you just sit there and stare. The one thing we can do is catch the bastard that stabbed him."

Juliet nodded and wiped her cheeks. Gaining some resolve she headed to Lassiter's car. "Let's go then."

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Shawn was rushed into the ER as soon as the ambulance doors opened. Gus attempted to follow but wasn't allowed in. He made his way to the waiting room and sat in one of the hard chairs.

Shawn's condition hadn't looked good when they first arrived, and it had just gotten worse. While in the ambulance, Shawn had stopped breathing for a while, and so had Gus. He just couldn't lose him. Neither of them were ready. They were able to get Shawn breathing again, but he still hadn't opened his eyes.

Gus closed his eyes for a moment and prayed. Then he pulled out his cell phone and dialed a very familiar number.

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"Spencer," Henry barked into the phone out of habit. It was lunchtime and he had just been about to dig into a hamburger that he thought just might be perfect. He didn't like being disturbed while he was busy.

"What?" Henry growled into the phone. "I can't understand you, Gus. Wait, what do you mean Shawn's in the emergency room? What did he- He got staked? What does that mean? Never mind. I'm on my way." He hung up the phone and almost ran out the front door.

As he got into his car he thought, What if he doesn't make it?

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