My my, what a temper you have Chapter 2, a psych fanfic

It's Gus to the rescue! Albeit a hysteric, worrisome, squemish and grumpy recuer...

My my, what a temper you have...

15 minutes later…

Drip…drip…drip…

"Daaad, I don't wanna go 'ishing" Shawn slurred.

"Wait a second, that's not right… " He tried to open his eyes but had to close them right away because of the rain. "That's funny; I could've sworn I had my helmet on…" He jerked forward, trying to sit up but his attempt ended with a strangle cry.

"Ok, no moving. Moving bad and very painful! Just rest" As he was about to close his eyes, he then remember what he was doing out on the road.

"The file!" He said.

With great difficulty, he began sitting up straight to assess the damage and to see if he still had the file with him. A couple of minutes passed before he managed to lean on a great boulder that was apparently the one to cushion his fall. He took what was left of his helmet from his head with a painful grunt, letting it fall from his now shaking hands. Having already made sure the file was still in his jacket, he dreaded what he had to do next.

"Ok, it's no problem. Just reach to your back pocket and call Gus. Simple right? I mean, just the fact that it manage to stay with you without breaking has to be a sign that it's ok to reach for it. Yeah, that has to be it." He reasoned.

He breathed in deeply, almost coughed but didn't, and closed his eyes as his hand started to reach his phone. Struggling with a muffled cry of pain he managed to get his phone out but his vision started to blacken. He tried taking another deep breath but it resulted into a coughing fit, hacking and choking, until it felt like he should be seeing his lung on the floor somewhere. His left arm cradle his now injured rib cage while he saw droplets of crimson in his other one.

"Ok, something's definitely broken in there." He whispered through shallow breaths. Once he was sure he wasn't going to cough up his other lung, he began calling for his help, hoping he hasn't arrived at the station yet.

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As Gus was in his car on his way to play his part in his best friend theatrics, he heard his cell phone singing the tune he associated with Shawn.

"What is it Shawn, I'm on my way to the station so you don't need to remi-" Whatever he was waiting to hear from his over energetic friend wasn't the tired and raspy voice that sounded at the other end.

"Uhm yeah, about that… Could you come and pick me up?" He said tiredly

"Shawn, where are you? Are you ok?" he couldn't help but get anxious. He knew that Shawn was probably tired after all these days but he shouldn't be starting to crash this early on. "Something was definitely wrong" he thought.

"Well, I may have technically crashed my bike on my way to the station." He said

"You WHAT! Were are you!" Gus shouted at this. Now the anxiety he felt before got upgraded into a full blown panic attack.

"Agh! Duuude! Volume! Is not exactly a good idea to yell at me at this time!" he replied

"Shawn!!!"

"All right already! Jeez! I'm right by the main highway. Just keep driving to the station on the right. You can't miss me."

"Ok. I'm almost there so just sit tight." Gus closed his phone and started to look outside the window for the whereabouts of his tired and possibly hurt friend.

On the other side, Shawn placed his phone at his side now that help was on its way.

"Ok" he thought "Let's see how much damage I got." He began inspecting his arms to see if anything was broken.

"Ok, nothing broken. Good." Shawn then began to prod his chest to confirm that any of his ribs were broken in the crash. White blinding pain snuck up on him, leaving him gasping for breath once again.

"Ok… something is definitely broken. But not that bad." He hoped. Lowering his head in the hopes to shield it from the rain, he started standing up to see if his feet were able to handle his weight. He griped the edge of the large boulder as he pulled himself up, now standing mostly on his left leg seeing that he seemed to have busted his previously injured kneecap once more.

"Damn it, at this pace I'm gonna be walking with a cane before dad!" Shawn stated as his vision was blinded by the tail lights of a very familiar blueberry color car.

The car stoped suddenly in front of him as the dark blur of his friend got out of it and was in front of him as fast as humanly possible. And firing questions just as fast.

"Oh my God Shawn! Are you ok? How are you feeling? Does anything hurt? Did you hit your head? What happened? Did y-"

"Whoa whoa, slow down buddy. The answers are yes. Ok. Maybe. And no. Now could we go to the station now? I'm soaking wet and I wouldn't mind getting some shut eye!" Shawn said with a forced smile trying to fool his friend. He needed to get to the station to tell them who killed Allan and he wouldn't rest easy until he could tell them himself.

"Are you kidding me?! We are going to the hospital right now! Who knows what kind of injuries you have! You could very well be in the first stages of shock from the crash for all we know!" Gus said harshly. He knew how stubborn Shawn could get at the mention of hospitals, but even he knew when to give in and go get checked out. As he stared at Shawn head on, he seemed to realize something that was showing in his eyes that made him re-think his last thought. Shawn would risk anything for a friend. Even his health. He still remembered the time he was 10. He gotten chickenpox and was confined to his room for 2 weeks and thought for sure he would die of boredom. But Shawn came strait from school that day and went right into his room, carrying a sleeping bag filled with comic books, video games and movies...

"Shawn! What are you doing here! You'll get sick too!" The younger Gus said, knowing his friend hated staying indoors.

"Oh, don't be such a grouchy sour lollipop Gus. If I get sick, then that means no school for 2 weeks! Isn't that cool?" The younger Shawn replied coolly. Of course that's why he's here. Why else would he want to be sick? Shawn continues talking.

"Besides, isn't it better if we stay sick together? That way, we wouldn't get bored!" He said grinning while handing him the candy bar in his hand. Gus blinked. Wait? Did Shawn just traded two weeks worth of itchy rashes and blisters to keep him entertain? Wow! That was so cool! Gus felt grateful for his friend company. Maybe he wouldn't die of boredom after all.

"Yeah, I guess it is. Thank you" Gus responded with a grin of his own while taking the offered candy from his hand.

Shawn's voice snapped him back to their current situation.

"Gus, please. I just need to tell them who the killer is. We'll go in, do our thing and get out. Five minutes tops." Gus saw the need in his eyes. And knew right there that he would give into his wish. He sighed and said.

"And you promise you'll let me take you to the hospital afterwards?"

"Yes mom, now could you please open your car?" Shawn said smirking but silently thanking him for it.

"Ok just wait a second..."

Now inside the car and well on their way to the station, Shawn decided to break the silence.

"I still can't believe you made me sit on newspaper." He said faking a hurt tone.

"Are you crazy? This is a company car Shawn! Do you hav-" Shawn didn't hear the rest. His mind thinking only one thing while still clenching the case file in his lap.

"It's almost over Allan. Hope you're happy wherever you are."

TBC...

Next up, bad puns, crudely made 80's references and Shawn colapsing in the middle of the station... *chuckle*

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