Disclaimer: I do not own Psych in any manner. I am not associate with Psych in any mean.

This is for fun.

Shawn and Gus were hanging out at the Psych office. It had been a slow week for the police department actually needing him.

"Why are we even here, Shawn? We have no cases or anything." Gus was getting antsy to leave. If they were going to hang out, they had much better places to hang out than the office. Supposedly Lassiter had been on another streak recently. He had been so focused on his work lately, nothing would distract, not even the nuisance of Spencer. Lassiter had been acting different. Shawn tried to pick up on what was going on, but there were no clues to give away what was eating at the detective, not even Juliet was aware. She didn't care; they were on a hot roll with the solving of crimes.

"Well, Gus, I'm kind of just hoping Jules will break through the door and tell me she needs me, in more than one way." Gus gave him a look that said 'yeah right.' "Maybe? No? Perhaps. Okay fine let's go. Let's go see what Meli and Arty are up to." Shawn got up and grabbed his jacket to head out.

"No, you can go by yourself. If you forget, I have a full time job that I need to go to. I hardly ever go there anymore. I don't know how I'm still employed. Plus, she's your lady friend, why would I want to be there?" Gus shrugged and headed out before him.

"Three's company? Maybe Mr. Furley will barge in during one of our hi-jinks!" Gus gave him another familiar stare. "Fine, then will you drop me off there? You know we car-pooled in your car today." Shawn made sure to lock the door behind him and stuffed his keys into his pocket as he made his way to Gus' little blue vehicle.

"What do you mean carpool? We always drive my car. I'd like to see us carpool on your motorcycle." He over-exaggerated the quotation mark bunny ears with his fingers and then motion led into his arms and legs. "Maybe you should get a vehicle of your own. Does Amelia even like your motorcycle? I don't think she's ever even been on it."

"She - I'm sure - finds it very erotic. She has passed every opportunity to be on it however. Probably because Arty can't be on it with us, but I just drive her car. So, why would I even need my OWN car, Gus? I drive everyone else's, if I got my own, who would drive everyone else's cars?" Shawn unlocked his own door with a new key.

"Oh, I don't know, the designated owner maybe? Is that so wrong?" Gus having just realized Shawn let himself into the car. "Shawn, did you get a copy of my car key made?" Shawn nodded.

"It's fine. Only for emergencies."

"This is a company car, Shawn! Give me that key" Gus tried to reach over the roof of the car but realized its uselessness – Shawn was already comfortably in the passenger seat. So he sat down and snatched the key out of Shawn's hand.

"Relax, Gus. It's actually you're spare key. I just grabbed it earlier. I don't know why. I just did." Shawn buckled himself. "Well, let's get going!" he patted on the dashboard as Gus turn the key and engine began to roar.

When Shawn arrived at Amelia's place, he let himself in. Amelia had given him a key for whatever reason he would need to get into her house, despite the fact they weren't even really in a relationship. They had been seeing each other for the past couple of months. Amelia never wanted to solidify what was their status.

Amelia had moved here again about a year and half previous to meeting Shawn. Gus and he had just solved a case so he was still on a high of pretending to be a psychic. Naturally, he just flowed into when he approached a girl who looked a little frazzled but friendly at the bar. He figured she might have had some clue as to who he might be, considering the big case they had taken care of in the week before. He gave her the whole read over and impressed her. As they got to know each other that night they met, Shawn just felt as though something clicked. He usually didn't see much into letting people think he was a genuine psychic, but when Amelia mentioned a strong distaste for people who lied. He felt this was a pretty good opportunity, so he shortly came clean. He felt he could trust her with his secret. So far she hadn't let anyone in on the secret, but also she didn't like to hear him talking about his lying to people. So, often she would listen to him talk about the cases he would solve, but in the sense he was investigating and not lying and being psychic – therefore he didn't really talk about the police station too much.

They started out just hanging out at first and Shawn didn't really try to make a move after understanding why she had moved back to Santa Barbara. She moved back because her mom was going to need her to live closer since her father had passed on. Her mom just wanted to have her close by, not to do things for her, so in case she needed her daughter. At first, Amelia was a bit hesitant, she was afraid she would run into the other side of her former affair. She didn't believe she was ready to see him yet. Fortunately, Santa Barbara isn't a backwoods hick town where everyone knows each other. She had done well in the year and half she had been back in her home town. She lived on the opposite side of town from which she remembered he had lived on. She had even yet to run into anyone she or he both knew, even though that was an older crowd. Outside of knowing her parents, she never spoke with them to begin. She didn't even know if he was still living in Santa Barbara or if he still worked at the police station. Sometimes she wanted to ask Shawn if he knew him, but she knew better than to do that. She didn't want to have to delve into explanations of how she knew him or the awkwardness of Shawn asking if she wanted to see him. That's the only thing that made her nervous of even knowing Shawn – knowing there was a possible risk of a chance of seeing him again, perhaps. With the entire ifs and buts, she tried not to think about it. The only time she would even allow it to creep into her mind while she drifted to sleep.

Even though she did like Shawn, he was very fun and interesting guy, ever night when she laid down to sleep whether she lay alone or beside Shawn, Carlton would drift into her mind. All the thoughts and worries of if Shawn knew him. At times, she would let herself wish he knew him. Maybe she would accidentally run into him and things could continue where they had left off. Fortunately, her mom and dad had never learned about them. What would her poor dead father think about her being so intimate with a man his own age and meeting him at their own house, nonetheless, and with one of their best friends husband? So many thoughts scrambled and rambles from wall to wall of her skull. They bounced around her head until she could consciously pay attention any longer due the sleep that took over.

When the new day begin, she would act as If the thoughts were never even thought up. A new day she could look forward to being with her few friends and maybe with Shawn if he weren't too busy. Since it had been a little slow around the office lately, Shawn had been coming over more, often staying the night. Amelia wanted to spend the night alone with Shawn, so she sent Arthur over to her mom's house for the night.

Shawn entered into the living room and made himself apparent, as if she hadn't already known he was there. Tonight he thought might be the night when they could finally give each other some sort of title. He never knew how to talk about her. He did not know if he should refer to her as his girlfriend or a friend. Shawn had his own feelings to fight. He really liked Amelia and she was available. He loved spending time with her and Arthur. Probably due to his often own childlike behavior, he felt close and easy with socializing with him. He liked her kid. It was weird for him, too. He never really saw himself dating a girl with a kid. He thought it was sort of like a death sentence, as thou he would have to tie himself down to the girl because the kid would become attached to him. It wasn't like that at all. Arthur called him Shawn. Shawn would baby sit at times. There was no feeling of obligations. Basically, Shawn was his Arthurs babysitter who hung out with his mom. Shawn was happy in the situation he had placed himself in.

However, whenever he was working a case with the SBPD, he was in a completely different place. When he was there, he was near Juliet. He couldn't help but be the flirt he was when he was around her. No matter how many girls he has dated in the past 5 years since he met her, he could not shake his feelings for Juliet. Even though he was still in love with her, he would be nothing but faithful to Amelia, because he has a girlfriend and another best friend who he was a fair amount of interest in common.

"I am here! What are you doing and where is Arty?" He hopped over the back of the couch where Amelia had headed to sit. She was on the computer at a social networking site and kept typing something out and then erasing it. She knew there was no chance he'd be on a site such as that. She just really hoped she could find him. She decided to click the x and join the faux psychic on the couch.

"I see that. He's over at mom's place. We've got the whole place to ourselves." She snuggled against him and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "This will be the first time we are alone all night since we moved from being just friends."

"Funny you should mention that, I was wondering if we could talk about what we are. I know we are more than friends, however, if there anything else you would like to call me other than more than your friend? I mean I haven't gone out with anyone else in months. I think you're pretty much my girlfriend, Meli." She smiled at him. She liked it when he called her Meli. He expressed that Amelia was a very gorgeous and regal sounding name, however it had too many syllables. So he just took the A's out.

"What's it matter, Shawn? I've told you before. I've been deceived and corrupted. Last time I let myself really feel something for someone, it didn't end very well." She shrugged and acting as though it wasn't anything to talk about, not letting on that it was her own fault they separated.

"What? With the last guy you were with like seven years ago? You're telling me you have not had a boyfriend ion 7 years. How did you get away with that? Did you make yourself look like Charlize Theron in Monster? I'm sorry I could not think of a movie from my childhood to which I could make a comparison."

"It's fine, I don't mind from which decade you're references are. And No, I guess I haven't really. I mean I've been busy. The first 6 years of a kid's life are very important. I didn't have time for a boyfriend. So you're lucky you came in after the first half of decade." She smiled.

"Are you waiting for Arty's dad or something, Amelia? From what you've told me, he's a complete jerk and you don't need him. The fact you left him is probably the best thing you could have ever done. You deserve much more than being the other woman. You need wine-ing and dining." He gave her a side hug and pulled her into the armpit.

"No I'm not waiting for him to come back. Technically, I wasn't the other woman. He was separated at the time we start actually dating, I guess if that's what you want to call it."

"No, I wouldn't call only express how you felt about each other in a room where two are the only ones present dating. And that doesn't make a difference - if he was married he was married. Marriage is marriage, especially if he was trying to repair his relationship with her while you two were together."

"Well, I never told you, but he was little older. It was a very odd situation we were in. He was in a position where people looked up to him and if it were known he was dating something of my age at that time, it would not have been the best thing for him. Anyway, I don't want to talk about this. This is our night." She leaned over and kissed him. He decided to brush it off. He would find a way around all of it. He didn't really mind what they were, he knew what they were and she knew what they were.

They had decided to watch a movie, halfway through it Shawn's phone rang. It was the Chief, finally. They hadn't been around the police department in at least a week.

"I'm sorry, Meli, I've got to go. Chief needs me and Gus there ASAP. They finally have a case for us to work on. Finally, something the Las can't handle."

"That's fine. If you're not out all night, just come back here. You know I'll be alone." She got up to turn off the DVD and clean up. She thought it was really weird that he went Irish all of a sudden. She had never heard him refer to anyone as 'las'. She didn't linger on it too long because she knew Shawn was just weird.