No episode tags yet, but this takes place sometime after Abigail left for Uganda. It is definitely AU. Warnings for this chapter: Mild reference to suicidal thoughts.

Oh and I do not own Psych or its characters-They belong to the USA network. Also, the song every move you make belongs to a lovely band called The Police which I also do not own!

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May, 1996

Shawn and Gus were sitting on the Gusters' porch when Shawn suddenly blurted out. "I'm leaving Gus."

Gus looked into his friend's eyes and noticed how the spark seemed to have dulled since the last time they had seen each other. "Why? Where? What happened? What's going on?" He paused and when Shawn didn't answer, he asked. "Is this because your dad arrested you?"

Shawn Spencer let out a dry laugh. "No. It's not because of that, though that was just a wonderful family moment, just great. That needs to go in the scrapbook. No, it's not that. I just have to go. I'm sorry. I promise I'll keep in touch."

"Shawn. Please don't do this. We're going to go to college together. You're my best friend. I'm yours. Just tell me what's going on. Please. I can help." Burton Guster grabbed Shawn's arm, holding on desperately.

"No. You really can't." Shawn shook out of Gus' grip and got on his motorcycle. "Bye Gus." Then, he was gone.

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Present Day

Every breath you take and every move you make, every bond you break, every step you take, I'll be watching you. Every single day and every word you say…

Groaning, Gus turned over in his bed and reached for his phone. Glancing at the clock, he had to look again before answering. "Four A. M. Really Shawn? This had better be important."

"Hey buddy. I knew you'd pick up. Just can't ignore The Police can you. Best song ever!" Shawn Spencer's voice rang out through the receiver. His words were slurring slightly.

Gus frowned as he sat up. "It's a creepy song Shawn. It's about a stalker and I definitely did not give you permission to change my ring tone."

"Oh, Gussipoo. Don't be the second silent L in the word Llama. The ring tone is for when I call, so I should get to pick it. You can pick yours tomorrow." Shawn replied, his words still slurring.

"Shawn? Are you drunk dialing me at four in the morning? Really?"

There was movement on the other end and suddenly another voice came on the line. "Your friend is having trouble getting to the point of this conversation. He needs a ride home. He handed over his keys and told me he couldn't drive. He's at Frank's. Are you coming to get him, or should I call someone else?"

"No. I mean, yes I'll get him. He really handed over his keys just like that?" Gus asked in wonder.

"Yes. I didn't even have to ask. He seemed to know he would be too drunk to walk, let alone ride. We're closed now. How soon can you get here?" The bartender asked brusquely.

"Fifteen minutes."

"Good. See you then." The phone disconnected and Gus stared at it for a few moments before getting dressed and heading out the door.

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He arrived at the bar ten minutes later. Shawn was sitting outside on a curb with a bulky bartender who looked slightly entertained, while still slightly irritated.

Seeing Gus, Shawn tried to stand up while smiling widely. The bartender steadied him as he almost fell to the ground. "Frank's bartender guy, this is Wilfred SchnoodleDoodle." Shawn giggled at the name he had given Gus.

Gus rolled his eyes. "Wow. He's drunk. I'm Gus. Thanks. What does he owe you?" Gus resignedly pulled out his wallet, waiting to see how much money Shawn was going to owe him this time.

"Nothing. He paid. And it's no problem; just make sure he gets some sleep. Here are his keys."

Gus stood in shock as the bartender maneuvered Shawn so he was leaning on Gus and walked away. Finally he snapped out of it and called "Thank you," before leading Shawn to the car. "You paid?" Gus asked incredulously. "And you gave him the keys to your bike without a fight? What the hell is going on Shawn?"

Shawn giggled again as Gus helped him into the car. "Don't sound so surprised Wilfred."

"But you never pay, you would never willingly hand over your keys, and I have never in my life seen you so drunk you couldn't walk straight." Gus said, his voice full of confusion and worry.

Shawn frowned in thought. "I wouldn't drive when I'm this drunk Gus. I never do that."

"But that's the thing. Since when do you get this drunk? You better not puke in my car by the way." Gus reminded him as he pulled out and drove towards Shawn's apartment/Laundromat.

"I won't I know. Company Car. And I do get this drunk at least once a week, but I call a cab for a ride."

"You get this drunk once a week!" Gus exclaimed angrily. "What the fuck Shawn! What are you an alcoholic now?"

"No. I don't know Gus. Don't yell please. You're making it all spinny." Shawn groaned, holding his head.

Gus rolled down the windows to get some air and calmed down. "Okay. So, you usually call a cab. Why call me today? What changed?"

Shawn sighed and mumbled quietly. "All I could think about all night, no matter how drunk I got, is how much better it would be if I were gone."

This statement caused another outburst from Gus. "If you were what? What do you mean, gone?"

"I don't know. Nothing. I just wanted to see you before…" Shawn trailed off, staring out the window.

Gus stared at his best friend for a few seconds, getting a very uncomfortable feeling in his gut. Quietly, not sure he wanted the answer, he asked. "Before what Shawn?"

"I don't know." Shawn's reply was strained and quiet and Gus could barely hear it. Gus stopped the car suddenly and carefully made a u-turn. Shawn looked up at him and asked. "Where are we going?"

"My place. You aren't going to be alone tonight. You sleep tonight and tomorrow we'll talk about this, but you aren't going to be alone." Shawn stared at him for a moment before looking out the window.

Shawn was quiet for five minutes as Gus drove, then "I can't forget."

"What?" Gus asked surprised, as he pulled into the parking lot. "You can't forget what?"

"Anything." Shawn said as Gus parked. Suddenly he was sobbing and Gus ran around to his side of the car and pulled him into a hug. At first, Shawn tensed, but then he let go and sobbed into Gus' shoulder. Gus led the sobbing Shawn inside and sat them both on the couch, while Shawn cried. "I can't forget anything. Please. I just want to be able to forget. Please." Gus rocked Shawn back and forth as he sobbed himself to sleep.

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