A/N: This is the end. Thank you for reading. 3

Gus sat on Shawn's porch, watching his friend look out into the sunset. The two sat there, a take-out bucket of jerk chicken and two beers between them. Gus had practically been living at Shawn's house this past weekend, the two deciding to take a weekend off from work and life to hang out with each other and do nothing but play Nintendo.

Shawn shifted in his seat, wincing as he disturbed his stitches. Gus shook his head. After only a week in the hospital Shawn had left, not giving a damn about what the doctor said about his stitches. Gus had been angry, but Shawn had waved it away as needing fresh air after sitting in the hospital so long. Shawn had begun to heal though, his wound not bothering him as much as it did before, but still enough for Gus to be concerned.

Shawn sighed. "Want to go on a little trip, Gus?" he asked. Gus, knowing full well the two could end up anywhere in (or even out of) the country if Shawn took the wheel, rolled his eyes. But Shawn had a thoughtful look on his face, and Gus decided to give him the keys to his car.

Shawn and Gus walked out of the backyard, and Shawn stared at the house as if he were looking at it for the last time. A lot of memories were in that house, not all of them good. But both the home and the memories belonged to him; they always would.

Before Shawn got in Gus' car, he gave him a small, sad smile. Gus felt a deep sadness then. He knew what was coming. He had known it would happen for awhile, but hadn't been expecting it for another few weeks at least. Gus supposed he shouldn't be surprised.

The two drove, neither not entirely sure where they were going. On the car ride they were both joking and talking like they had in high school. Gus could feel their friendship come back as easily as if nothing had happened; as if the last fifteen years had just been a small road bump in their lives. It was more fun than Shawn had had in years. And, Gus realized, more fun than he had had in years too.

At last Shawn parked the car in a place the two hadn't visited in what seemed like an eternity. Gus saw a motorcycle parked next to the Echo and knew Shawn had planned ahead for this. Gus smiled. Shawn had even managed to find a Norton that looked identical to the one he had owned as a teenager.

The two turned to the acres of graves that stood before them. Shawn walked slowly, unsurely, as he led Gus across the grass of the cemetery. Gus wasn't sure where they were, but he knew Shawn had unwillingly memorized the location of the grave he was visiting.

The two bounded across the grass as they found their way to the grave. They must have walked for miles before they came across it, or at least that's what it felt like. After a few minutes of walking, Shawn stopped abruptly, and Gus knew that they had made it to the grave. The two stood in silence for a moment, reading the tombstone.

Henry Spencer
Devoted policeman
Loving father and brother

Shawn knelt next to the grave, and Gus watched him, giving his friend the space he knew he needed.

"Hey, Dad," Shawn whispered, feeling a little stupid talking to someone who was dead. "Sorry I haven't visited in awhile. Or fifteen years," he said in an aside. "But better late than never, right?" Shawn sniffed and emptied the contents of his pocket onto Henry's grave. From Gus' point of view, it looked like an earring and a penny. He didn't ask, knowing it was a private moment between the Spencers.

"I'll be sure to visit," Shawn promised, standing up again and facing Gus as if nothing had happened. The two began to walk towards the car again, not looking back at the grave behind them.

"Gus," Shawn said as the two approached the Echo. "I'm leaving."

Gus nodded. "I figured." Shawn walked over to his bike, seeming anxious, but also more excited than he had been in a long time.

"Where do you think you'll go?" Gus asked, leaning against his car as Shawn sat on his bike.

Shawn shrugged. "All over probably. New York, Mexico, Texas, Wisconsin," he listed. "Hell, maybe I'll just go to every state. Or every country," he said, seeming to like the idea. "I'll send you postcards; remind you not to overwork yourself."

Gus smiled, happy to see his friend so enthusiastic about something for the first time in awhile. One question still lingered on his mind, summing up all his thoughts at the moment. "Do you think you'll be okay, Shawn?" Gus asked.

Shawn thought for a moment. "I don't know," he said honestly. "But I think it's time to leave," he said as he revved the engine of his bike. "Time to try and let go."

After all the setbacks Shawn had suffered through, he was finally taking his road trip. In spite of his sadness at leaving his friend behind, Shawn smiled. For the first time in fifteen years, he felt like he was where he was supposed to be.