Title: Gus and the Multiple Personality Disorder

Disclaimer: I do not own Psych. I make no profit from this story.

A/N: Set after Season 1 episode 7 Who Ya Gonna Call? Gus suffers from Dissociative identity disorder or Multiple Personality disorder and he indulges some long repressed desires as his alter ego. Some mature and disturbing stuff happens.

A/N: I apologize for all grammatical or other errors. English is not my first language.

Chapter 2

Gus submitted his monthly report to the head and walked back to his office. It was quite stifling; he threw open the windows and looked outside. Purple clouds stacked in the sky indicated it would rain again.

Gus sighed; he had spent most of the weekend finishing the report. It had not done much to lighten his stressed out mood. On top of that, Shawn had come around on Sunday afternoon, bringing some old home videos of some embarrassing moments of their earlier life. During a supremely humiliating video of a fifteen years old Gus trying out for the swim team (wearing speedos no less) and being tripped by Shawn, Gus had flipped and taking out the tape from the VCR, had thrown it in the trash.

Gus came back to his desk and began to tidy it, straightening things so that they were exactly ninety degree with the desk. He idly wondered whether he should feel guilty for being so harsh on Shawn yesterday. Then he decided he was too stressed to be putting up with Shawn's craziness now. He glanced at his clock and saw it was nearly five. Time to go home.

Shawn noisily parked his bike in front of Gus' building. It was nearly eight; because of Gus's totally unfair (there was no point in being mad about something that happened fifteen years ago!) callousness yesterday, he had decided to sulk for a while; but he could not keep away anymore. More importantly, he was hungry and needed to raid Gus' fridge.

He took off the helmet and got down from the bike. But before he could enter the building Gus came out of the front door, walking with long quick strides. Shawn opened his mouth to ask him where he was going (and could Shawn go along), but to his surprise Gus walked past without glancing at him and went to stand in front of Shawn's bike. Shawn noticed he was wearing the leather pants again.

He went to his friend and touched his shoulder, "Hey, buddy…"

Gus turned to look at him; Shawn thought his eyes had a weird look in them. After staring at him for a few seconds, Gus spoke his first words.

"Give me the key."

"What? Key?" Shawn spluttered, "You mean the bike's key?"

Gus moved to take the key from Shawn's hand. Shawn took a step back and Gus' outstretched hand grabbed his shirt. There was a ripping sound; Shawn stopped to stare at his torn shirt.

"Dude, what the hell do you think you are doing…?" he yelled; Gus took this chance and snatched the bike key from him. Before Shawn knew it, Gus was getting on the bike and starting it. This was getting extremely freaky; Gus hated the bike. Shawn ran towards the already moving vehicle yelling at his best friend, his torn shirt flapping.

"Gus! What are you doing?"

But Gus had turned the bike and was now racing along the road at a far from safe speed.

"You didn't take the helmet!" Shawn screamed after him. But Gus was too far away to hear him now.

A/N: I apologize for taking this long to update. I developed a block. Thanks to everyone who reviewed, favorited and subscribed to this story. Please let me know where I can improve.