"Gus, play the movie already!" Shawn said short temperedly as he breezed back into the room, carrying a bag of freshly popped popcorn. A cold breeze blew outside of the psych office, blowing rain against the window. Shawn and Gus were spending the night at the office, trying to solve a case. Shawn had decided that after working on it for about fifteen minutes, it was time for a break… a movie break that is.
"I cant Shawn. You'd miss important plot points, and then…well, we'd just may as well not watch it!" Gus protested, reaching for the remote as Shawn sat back onto the couch.
He rolled his eyes and with a mouthful of popcorn muttered, "Play it now, at least!"
Gus hit the play button, but they were only five minutes into the movie when a loud cry sounded outside.
"What's that?!" Gus asked eyes wide as he muted the T.V.
"Itsh nothing! Play!" Shawn said, mouthful.
Gus grudgingly un-muted the movie and continued watching. The cry rose up again, and this time, Gus turned the T.V off.
"Dude! What gives?" Shawn made a lunge for the remote, but Gus slapped his hand away with ease.
"I know I heard something, Shawn." Gus stated, straining his ears.
Shawn looked at the top of his hand and pointed to the red mark that was forming, "You gave me a boo-boo."
"Shhhh!"
Silence.
"Go, check the door, Shawn." Gus said after a moment.
"Why me?"
"Just do it!"
"Fine!"
Shawn heaved himself up and cracked open the front door. He popped his head out and looked around quickly. Then his eyes fell on the doorstep and he froze.
"Did you find anything, Shawn?" Gus called from the other room.
"Yes, yes I did, Gussy."
"Well, what is it?"
"Well, either somebody went back in time and stole my baby-self and dropped it off for me to raise," he paused, "or I have a Mini-Me."
Sitting on the doorstep, covered in blankets and sleeping soundly, was a baby, who was the spitting image of Shawn.