AUTHOR'S NOTES: Due to how complicated the back and forth between worlds is going to be. I am labeling where each section is at, PSYCH and REAL. I am doing this because if Shawn thinks Dule is Gus, he'll think of him as Gus and I really don't want to confuse everyone when I switch Point of Views.

Chapter 2- See You on the Flipside

Psych:

James smiled as made his way to the station exit. The addition of him putting on the necklace ended up going nicely, and the take had been practically perfect. As they reached the doors, James kept waiting for Andy to yell 'cut' but it hadn't come yet. They also hadn't stopped the storm effects, so he went with it and opened the door. It was supposed to lead to a curtain, that hid the rest of the set from the cameras. Instead of walking and disappearing behind said curtain, he nearly fell on his face as the floor dropped away to a step he didn't know was there.

"Shit!" He flailed before being caught from behind.

"Walk much Shawn?" The black man quipped and straightened him up.

James huffed out a relieved breath and chuckled wryly. "Well, that's going on the blooper reel." He noticed his co-star giving him a puzzled look. He was about to say something, when he noticed his back was starting to get cold. "What the−?" Reaching his hand to the back of his shirt, he was surprised when it came back wet.

He quickly spun around and his eyes widened as he realized he was looking out to an eerily familiar parking lot with pink cherry trees, and it was storming.

Dulé gave him a worried look, "Shawn, what's wrong? It's just water."

"What?" James didn't know if he'd heard wrong, "We still rolling?" He moved past him to look into the station set, and noticed…that wasn't quite a set anymore. The cameras were missing. Yards of electrical cords and equipment was just gone. The extras were still there though, oblivious to the "goneness" of the set, and were taking notes and talking to people as if nothing had changed.

Everyone had always told James that he was ironically the least observant person they knew, but he knew he wouldn't miss someone taking hundreds of pounds of video equipment out of the room in the last thirty seconds. "Oh my God…"

"Shawn, are you freaking out on me?"

He scowled, and pointed at the station, "Dulé you didn't notice that?" By his friend's blank look, he took it as a no.

Turning in circles, he tried to figure out what was going on. By the warmth, he'd definitely wasn't in Canada anymore. It had been sunny that morning but it wasn't supposed to get above 50˚F. Here, despite the rain, it had to be over 70˚F. That alone was weird, but to his left was the parking lot of the Industrial School for Girls in Vancouver, it was the location they used for the outside shots of the Santa Barbara Police Department. However, to his right was the SPBD set, filmed on a sound stage that was easily twenty miles away from the other.

Now, somehow, they were now next to each other, as if… he were actually standing in Psych's version of Santa Barbara.

He'd written for enough horror movies to know what was going on. It had to be some kind of dream, but everything about this felt real. The cold rain on his back, the arm holding him steady, currently attached to someone that, if this really was Santa Barbara, wasn't Dulé Hill. He was talking to Burton "Gus" Guster, pharmaceutical salesman, and fictional character. "Oh, this can't be good."

Real:

"CUT!" Someone shouted just as Shawn opened the door to leave the station. The unexpected noise made him jump and look back quickly, so he didn't see the black curtain that was suddenly in his path before it was too late. His sneaker slipped on the material and with a surprised shout, he went crashing to the floor, dragging the curtain rod and a hanging light with him. The latter dropped heavily on his back and head.

"Owwww!" Shawn whined from beneath the curtain.

"Oh my God!" Shawn heard Gus exclaim and a bunch of hands started digging the items off of him. Once free of the fabric, he could breathe again, but his head hurt. Not to mention he had at least ten people around him brushing him off asking if he was alright.

"I'm fine, I'm okay." He grumbled scowling. "Who the hell put a curtain outside the door?"

Gus raised an eyebrow, "The effects crew, you know that. You sure you're okay?"

Shawn lowered his hand from the bump on his head. "Effects crew?"

He never got an answer to his question before Juliet approached and gave him a hug, "James! Are you okay?"

Shawn's head hurt a bit, but otherwise he was fine and wondering why she'd called him James. Making a joke of it he quipped, "James? That's a new one. Remember we agreed to keep the role playing in the bedroom?"

Shawn knew the comment should have at least gotten a blush from his girlfriend, and a disgusted look from Gus, but neither came. In fact, everyone around him laughed like he'd just told a very funny joke.

Gus slapped him on the back and gave him a smile, "Looks like he's okay."

Stepping back in the station, Shawn finally got to look around and gaped. There were at least three cameras set up in the middle of the SBPD with a bunch of people he didn't recognize milling around. There was a table off to the side full of food that Gus had headed to after making sure he was alright.

"Jules, what's all this?" He asked looking worried for his sanity because entire buffet table had appeared out of nowhere.

Juliet looked around, wondering what he was talking about, before her gaze fell on the interviewer in the corner. "Oh! You probably forgot. Buzz Flix is here to do interviews." She pointed over to the corner where someone was currently talking and laughing with Chief Vick "I have to go, I'll catch you later." She touched the sore spot on his head and with a smile, walked off towards Carlton.

"That's not what I...Jules, wait!" Shawn tried to say, but a man he'd never met led him over to the interviewer. "Hey!" He protested.

The man leading him smiled, "Sorry but we have to hurry, we're behind schedule and we still have the hospital scene to do. You get your interview done and, we'll do Maggie and Tim's scene while we wait, okay?"

Shawn scowled, everything was happening so fast, and he had no idea who half of these people ordering him around were. "Hold up there curly locks. Just who do you..."

A brown haired woman darted forward, "Sorry James, I forgot to grab this." She carefully took the necklace he'd completely forgotten he was wearing off of him and whisked it away.

"Wait, I need that!"

"You'll get it back in your next scene, you don't want to wear it for your interview do you?" The man leading him ushered him into a chair in front of one of the cameras,

"Hey Andy!" Someone called and the man looked towards them.

"Sorry James, I'll catch you in a bit." He then walked quickly away.

As he glared after the man, and wondered how screwed he would be for losing evidence, again. A woman walked up to him presenting her hand. Shawn could only assume she was the person doing his interview, but he had no idea what the interview was for. Carlton's sister had done interviews once, maybe it was for something like that. It would explain all the cameras.

"Um, hi."

The woman was beaming at him. "Hi, my name is Chelsea, and oh my gosh I am such a fan!"

Shawn raised an eyebrow and straightened. He knew he was well known around town, but fans? He was flattered. "Really? I guess I am pretty spectacular. Not everyone can be a psychic."

Chelsea laughed along with a few of the people on the sidelines. "Now, I know you're really busy so I'll make this fast okay?" She pinned a small microphone on his shirt. "Oh, I almost forgot!" The interviewer handed him a pillow and the people watching chuckled even louder, as if there was some kind of inside joke going on.

Shrugging, Shawn put the pillow behind him, cushioning his back in the uncomfortable chair and leaned forward. He figured the faster they got to the interview, the faster he'd know what it was about.

The interviewer looked a bit surprised at his action with the pillow, but continued on anyway. "Okay, I am here with James Roday of the hit TV show Psych. How are you today?"

James. There was that name again. Shawn started to wonder if he was being Punked. He admitted to himself that he probably deserved it with everything he's pulled on everyone else over the years, but he hadn't seen any tells that people were lying or trying to trick him so he went with it. "I'm alright, but you got the name wrong. It's Shawn Spencer." He emphasized his name, hoping they'd get the point.

Chelsea smirked, "Okay then, Shawn... What can you tell me about Psych?"

"Ohhhh!" Shawn finally got it. They were wondering about his business. The middle of a police station was a bit of an odd place for this, and he hoped the Chief wouldn't be upset with him over it, but he really needed the advertisement. "Well Shirley..."

"Chelsea." She corrected him with a slight frown.

He shrugged, "I've heard it both ways."

Psych:

Gus didn't understand it. One moment they were talking like normal, discussing food, and the next moment it seemed like Shawn didn't even know where he was. As it was, Shawn was currently bent over, his head close to his knees, hyperventilating. If Gus didn't know better, he'd think that Shawn was having a panic attack.

"Shawn..." Gus tentatively asked leaning his head down next to him.

"Gimme a minute." Shawn held up a finger and breathed heavily.

While Gus nervously waited, Juliet and Carlton exited the building right behind them. Carlton's gaze was surly and both of them standing in their way probably didn't help his mood any. "I thought I told you to go check out leads on the necklace?"

Shawn looked up at Carlton and slumped back over again, "Oh God… this can't be happening. I've played Shawn Spencer too much and I've finally gone off the deep end."

Gus caught Juliet's eye with a worried look, and she went to him, lifting him up to his feet. "Shawn, are you okay? Did you want to come to the hospital with us?"

At the mention of the hospital, Shawn perked up. "Hospital? You guys wouldn't be going there to find out about the body… would you?" To Gus he sounded almost like he didn't want to know the answer.

"Come off it Spencer, we just told you three minutes ago." Carlton moved past them, trying to get out of the rain as fast as possible. "I always knew you had the attention span of a goldfish." He noticed Shawn was still wearing the necklace, "And take that ridiculous thing off, it's evidence and I don't need you losing it."

Obediently, Shawn took off the necklace and presented it to Carlton, who started at him dumbfounded for a moment storming off shaking his head and mumbling about 'idiots.'

Shawn lowered his arm with the necklace still tightly gripped in it, and turned to Juliet, "Sorry, I just got winded is all. I'm fine. Really."

"Winded?" Gus exclaimed, not buying the excuse for a moment. "You walked from the bullpen to the door!" There had to be something else wrong.

Shawn seemed to think for a moment, looking back and forth between him and Juliet before a smiling fairly convincingly. "Oh, c'mon! Can't you guys take a joke... I really had you going didn't I?"

Juliet looked less than amused and Gus interrupted the tense moment, "We'll check out some stores and get back to you if we find anything okay?"

She nodded before casting one last frown at Shawn for the bad humor, following her partner across the parking lot. Gus saw Shawn's smile falter, and he let out a heavy breath as he watched her go.

"I don't believe you." Gus stated and pointed his finger at Shawn's chest. "Something happened Shawn, if you don't want to tell me... fine, but don't think I won't find out." He turned and headed for the Blueberry, the rain was already beginning to soak through his windbreaker and he didn't want to stand outside arguing anymore.

He climbed in and started the car, Shawn climbed in beside him a moment later and they pulled out of the SBPD parking lot. Gus kept glancing at Shawn, who was staring out the window with wide eyes, muttering to himself. They were pulling into the ice cream shop when Gus had finally had enough. "Shawn, you're acting about ten kinds of crazy right now, you know that right?"

"Speaking of crazy, suddenly ending up inside a television show and not knowing how, now that would be crazy. Right?" Shawn chuckled humorlessly and he started breathing heavily again.

"What are you talking about Shawn?"

"... Nothing..." Shawn's eyes turned shifty and he turned to stare out the window again, hugging his folded up jacket tightly to his stomach.

It had to have been the most unconvincing 'Nothing' to ever come out of Shawn's mouth.

As they entered the ice cream parlor, Gus figured getting Shawn's mind on the case would shake him out of whatever had gotten into him. "What do you think about the necklace? Are we going to be able to find out where she bought it? It sounds like a long shot to me."

Shawn pursed his lips and stared at the ice cream thoughtfully, but Gus had a feeling he was thinking about something besides the ice cream. "I think it'll be easier to figure out than you think, Gus."

Gus thought that was cryptic, even by Shawn's standards, he rolled his eyes and picked out his ice cream. Shawn picked out his own flavor and before Gus could dig out his wallet, he was putting a fifty in the server's hand and waiting for his change. The ice cream Gus had just gotten almost ended up on the floor.

Shawn paid for something. That only happened when Gus was sick, or another one of his girlfriends dumped him, which wasn't all that often. His friend wasn't exactly insensitive or greedy, just inconsiderate sometimes and the generous action was way out of character.

Apparently Shawn had seen the look on his face and knew he'd done something wrong. "Uh, Jules gave me some money earlier."

Gus grabbed his treat and turned away to hide his expression. He was beginning to think there was more than just something wrong. Juliet knew better than to give Shawn money. She gave him the money for Shawn because the last time Shawn had gotten more than a few bucks at a time, they had to spend an entire afternoon cleaning the chocolate up from the giant banana split Shawn had tried to put together with a hundred bananas and a can of Hershey's syrup. Their new carpet still had giant brown spots they were trying to get out.

A half hour of awkward silences later, they were in their first stop of the day. It was a fairly high end jewelry chain and their most promising lead.

They were immediately greeted as they entered. "Welcome to Randolph's. Is there anything we can help you with today?"

After a long pause, Shawn seemed to snap out of it and took charge. "Hello, my name is Shawn Spencer. I'm a psychic working for the SBPD."

Gus smiled. It seemed all Shawn needed was something in his stomach and he was back to normal. He waited to see what name Shawn would come up for him. He'd long ago gotten used to them, and even started having fun going along with them, testing himself to be just as quick on the draw as Shawn was.

"This is my partner Burton Guster." Shawn stopped and winced, as if he knew how much he'd screwed up, "Uh, also known as Pennywise, the Tap Dancing Clown."

It was a smooth enough recovery, but for Gus, the damage was done. That slip up was the last straw. Whoever this man was, he looked like Shawn, talked like Shawn and acted a bit like Shawn, but now Gus had no doubt in his mind that this man, wasn't Shawn...

END NOTES: I really wanted to make James smooth and joking, but honestly if you'd just realized you switched worlds and couldn't tell anyone about it, you'd be off your game too. Don't worry though, he'll be back to form soon enough.

As for Shawn, he doesn't have the background to go off of that James does, so I figured it would take him a while to figure out what was going on. :)