Hello all! How has everyone been? :) I'm back with a new chapter! If anyone was wondering, competition went really well. I got third in state for my piano solo which is pretty good for me, and we're taking fifteen things to nationals. Considering that I'm from a small private school with only 21 kids in the whole high school...that's pretty good. :D Nationals is in two weeks, so be prepared for another week without a chapter then. Sorry. :/ But I hope you enjoy this chapter even though it is another hospital chapter, which I personally find to be the most boring. Speaking of hospitals, what did everyone think of "Let's Doo-Whop it Again"? Most of the people reading this are whump fans I know, so from a whump fan perspective it was kind of a let-down. I don't know though. Let me know what you thought. And let me know what you think of the story! I keep forgetting to do a disclaimer so here it...to mark the half-way point of the story. :)

Disclaimer: I do not own Psych. Obviously. That is why I am writing Fan Fiction and not writing season 7 scripts right now. :)

Chapter 10

Juliet O'Hara had been having a horrible day. Given "personal leave" from work, she had nothing to do. She spent her morning at the hospital with the comatose Shawn, but she had found that she would rather not spend all of her time with him. It only made her feel worse to see him so quiet and still. She thought about going into work anyway, against the chief's wishes, but she thought better of it. Lassiter had warned her that he was going to be interrogating Max all day and he didn't want her there. She didn't blame him. She had really snapped yesterday when she had seen the man. Unfortunately his being in custody now just meant that this evil villain had a face and a name. She wondered what, if anything, Lassiter would get out of him. She doubted that they would need a confession with two police officers as witnesses, but there was always the possibility that his lawyer would press that Lassiter had just been trigger happy and Juliet had been a little out of her mind. So a confession would seal the deal nicely.

She turned the wheel of her car and pulled neatly into the parking space. She wasn't really sure what she was doing here, but she had come and she wasn't going to go back now. She had to meet everyone else at the hospital in three hours and she sure as heck didn't want to sit around by herself with her jumbled thoughts until then.

She knew he was here immediately. It was never hard to tell when Gus was around. His car stuck out amongst the maroon, black, silver, and forest green cars in the parking lot like a sore thumb. If that wasn't enough, the window on the side of the building was slightly ajar, and Gus would never forget to close a window. She knocked on the door as a formality. The Psych office was always open (that was Shawn's fault) but she didn't want to scare Gus by just walking in. They had all been a little jumpy lately.

He answered the door, full well knowing whom it was. He and Juliet had spent almost all of their spare time together since Shawn had gone missing, something that wasn't well known by everyone else. It was a little awkward at first, but they were two puzzle pieces missing a common middle, and that bound them together.

He let her in with a silent smile and then went back to his desk. She sat across from him in Shawn's chair and began her new nervous habit – slipping the ring around her neck on and off her finger. She suddenly became aware of the silence in the room and swung the chair around to reach Shawn's radio. She turned it on, jumping as the 80's music blasted through the speaker. She quickly turned the radio down, giving the freaked-out looking Gus an apologetic glance.

"Sorry."

"No problem."

He went back to what he had been doing before – shuffling through papers.

"What are you up to?" she asked him after a few moments of examination.

"I don't know…maybe I've just been around Shawn for too long, but something about this isn't sitting right with me. What did that guy want with Shawn?"

"Hopefully that's what Lassiter's been finding out for the past few hours," she said.

"I know, and I'm not saying I doubt Lassie's ability, but this guy…he just doesn't seem like the type. The more I research him, the more I'm convinced that there's something we're missing."

"Like what?" she questioned, standing up to look over his shoulder.

But before Gus could reply, Juliet's cell phone began to ring. "Hang on, this is Henry," she told Gus and then picked up the phone, putting it on speaker so that Gus could hear.

"Hello Henry, this is Juliet," she said a little timidly.

"Juliet, is Gus with you?"

"Yes Mr. Spencer, I'm here," Gus piped up.

"Good. The two of you need to get down to the hospital. Shawn seems to be coming out of it on his own. He's waking up now."

Gus was already up and grabbing his jacket and keys. "We're on our way now Henry," Juliet told him. "See you in a few minutes. Bye."

"Goodbye."

A strange dread washed over Juliet. What condition would Shawn be in when they got there? Was he going to be ok? She hopped in the passenger's side of the blueberry and they headed toward the hospital, completely forgetting about she and Gus' earlier conversation…at least for now.

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Henry had been with Shawn all day. There was no good reason to go to the station today (unless he wanted to see that scumbag Max, which he most certainly did not) so he had spent the day at the hospital instead. Maddie had gone out to make some calls and get some work done. As much as he still loved her, he was very aware that in Maddie's life, work had always come before family. This was a huge sacrifice for her to be taking off of work all this time to be with Shawn.

But really, he didn't mind the time alone. Maddie had been staying at his…their…the house and he hadn't gotten to spend much time alone – especially not with Shawn – since she had come.

Juliet had spent the morning with him and he had made sure to excuse himself for a few hours so she could have some alone time with Shawn too. He was well aware of where the ring that now hung around her neck had come from and he knew she deserved as much private time with Shawn as he did now…maybe even more. Eventually she left and he went back in.

He had brought a fishing magazine to keep himself occupied but he mostly flipped through it without really reading it. He slept a little but it wasn't a very deep sleep. He knew they were planning on bringing Shawn out at about two and he had a lot of time to kill. He was just about to get up to take a stroll down the hall when one of the machines beside Shawn's bed suddenly went off.

The beeping startled him and he immediately pressed the call button, unsure of what to do. A nurse entered a few moments later and he explained what had happened. She checked the machine and suddenly there were several doctors and nurses cluttering Shawn's room, pushing Henry farther and farther from his son's bed. He finally managed to ask a doctor what was going on. Apparently Shawn was waking up. The doctor told him to alert friends and family now. Shawn was coming out of it pretty fast, and all on his own. They were estimating that he would be fully conscious within the hour.

Henry made all the calls without leaving the room, feeling a swell of pride for his son. His incredibly strong, brave son. But then, just as it seemed the number of people in the room was thinning, Shawn began to toss and turn in the bed. Afraid of him hurting himself the doctors quickly strapped him down. He began to moan quietly and the doctors gave him some pain medication in his IV. He quieted slightly and his breathing became more regular. Then, all in one instant his breath began to come in short bursts. His chest heaved up and down as he strained for breath. His body started having spasms and he pulled against his restraints. The machines were going off like crazy and the room was packed with people. Henry pushed his way through the crowd and reached Shawn's side just as he let out a sickening scream. He screamed a few times before it changed from sound to words. "Fine! Fine!" he was screaming. Henry tried to grab his hand but someone pushed him away from Shawn's bed again.

However, after Shawn quieted down again, it seemed the worst had passed. His breath became panicked again at one point but he calmed down again quickly. His breathing became more regular and eventually there were only a few nurses and a doctor left in the room. Henry was able to approach his son. Shawn's eyelids started to flutter as if he was having a hard time opening his eyes. In the back of his mind Henry was wondering where everyone was, but he figured they must be on their way. Besides, there was no time to worry about anyone else. Shawn was waking up. That was all that mattered.

Suddenly, Shawn's eyes opened and he was gazing into hazel. He grasped Shawn's hand, but Shawn tried to pull away. When he realized that he was restrained he began to panic again, tugging frantically at his bonds. Henry let out a few curt words and Shawn was free. But something still didn't feel right. Shawn was curled up on himself on the far side of the bed, staring blankly at the wall. And those hazel eyes had just been so…empty.

"Shawn?" he whispered, daring to speak to his son for the first time in so long. Shawn didn't react and so Henry walked around the bed, trying to make eye contact. "Shawn?" he tried again. Shawn groaned and curled up even more, trying to hide his face. "Shawn, do you know who I am?" He received only a small groan. "Shawn, it's ok. I'm not going to hurt you. It's me. It's Dad." Shawn groaned again, louder this time and Henry caved into his fatherly instincts. "It's ok Shawn. Daddy's here. Daddy's not going to let anyone hurt you anymore." In any other situation he would have been embarrassed to be using that tone of voice with all the other people in the room, but now he didn't care. He just wanted his son to be ok.

Shawn looked up slightly. "Daddy?"

"Yeah Shawn, it's me."

"Who…what…where am I?" He looked like a scared child and Henry felt his heart wrench.

"You're in the hospital Shawn." He was about to go on when Shawn let out another groan and put his head in his hands.

"Stop…stop calling me that."

"Stop calling you what?"

"That name. Stop saying it."

"What name? 'Shawn?' That's your name kid," Henry argued.

"Well I don't like it. Don't call me that. Call me something else."

Henry looked at the doctor behind him, trying to figure out what to do. The doctor nodded. "Do what he wants."

"What do you want me to call you kid?" Henry asked him quietly.

"I don't know. What's my other name? My…" Shawn paused as if he were trying to find the right word, "My last name?"

Henry was taken aback. Up until now it seemed that Shawn had remembered everything clearly. Was it possible that Shawn had amnesia? He looked at the doctor again and the other man seemed to read his thoughts. "We won't know if he has amnesia or not until we do some tests. It's certainly seeming like it now though, isn't it?" He gave Henry a small, sad smile.

"Daddy?" Shawn complained.

"Sorry kid. Your last name is Spencer. Do you like that better?"

In reply Shawn ran his fingers over his face. The marks on his hands were still raw and red. "No. That's not better. I don't like it Daddy. It hurts." His voice had taken on the whine of a small child in pain.

"Ok…um…well I don't know then kid. You've got to give me some ideas."

"How about Spence?" one of the nurses piped up.

Shawn smiled at her, the first real smile he had given anyone in so long. "That's good! I like it Daddy! Call me Spence!"

It was at that moment that Gus and Juliet chose to make their entrance. Juliet heard Shawn's voice right away and burst in, a huge smile on her face. Henry held up his hand, immediately halting both she and Gus. They could tell by his face that something was wrong. Shawn turned to see the two people who had entered the room.

"Spence," Henry said, keeping his voice level, "these are some of your friends. This is Juliet and that is Gus." Shawn's eyes skimmed over Gus before stopping to rest on Juliet. A familiar glow suddenly shone in them and a shy smile spread over his face.

"Hi Miss Juliet," he whispered timidly.

"Shawn – Spence. You don't have to call her Miss. She's just Juliet," Henry corrected him.

"But Daddy, you said to always call grown-ups Mr. and Mrs. and Miss," Shawn said matter-of-factly.

The smile dropped from Juliet's face. "Henry, he doesn't remember us, does he?"

"I don't know," Henry answered honestly.

"We're going to do some tests as soon as they're ready for us over there," the doctor informed them. "It should be a few minutes."

"Mr. Gus, I like your name. My best friend's name is Gus too." Gus looked shocked.

"Shawn, this is your best friend Gus," Juliet corrected him. She was met with a quiet scream. Shawn rolled over again to face the wall. His breathing became erratic like before and his hands rubbed his eyes hard.

"Spence, Juliet. You have to call him Spence. He freaks out like this if you call him anything else," Henry explained quickly.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry Spence. I didn't mean to scare you. I didn't know." Her voice was timid as if she was afraid of scaring him again.

He looked at her distrustfully and looked back at his dad. "Daddy, I'm tired. Can I go to sleep now?"

"No Spence, I need you stay up. The doctors need to do some tests on you." To see if this damage is permanent. Henry silently added.

As if on cue a doctor poked his head into the room. "We're ready for him."

"We're going to need you to wait in the waiting room while we perform the tests," one of the nurses told them as kindly as possible. They complied and what followed was the longest three hours of their entire lives, full of hope, fear, and trying not to let the tears in their eyes fall.

Yes...before you get all confused, all your questions will be resolved next chapter. I'll give you a long doctor's monologue about what's wrong with Shawn if that's what you want. But I must asure you now that this will not a cliche "Shawn has amnesia and can't remember anyone" story. I am going somewhere with this. There's a lot more to it than him not being able to remember. Stick with me here. :) And now, don't be a giant snapping turtle. Click that button down below and REVIEW! :D