What Would You Do? If It Was Your Best Friend.
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Category:
M through R › Psych
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
1,594
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own the television series that this fanfiction is written for, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Pt. 3
Rating: PG to NC-17 Pt. 3 Sorry darlin's still PG.
Word Count: Pt. 3: 1,131, Final: Let ya know when it's finished
Beta: Scarlet Mac Gregor, Raistlin, and Shawnbunny the Plotbunny of Annoyance.
Feedback: Gives me all sort's of warm fuzzies.
Disclaimer: Nope. I don’t own them. They would never show an episode with this much angst.
So here's the third installment. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it. And Big H's and K's to all of you who commented.
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What Would You Do Pt. 3
Early the next morning Shawn rented a suit, went back to his place to change and rode his bike to Gus’s parents house, the Chief, Lassiter, O’Hara, Gus’s Uncle Burton, and his dad were already there, along with a whole lot of Gus’s other relatives and friends. Gus’s mom pulled him into a warm embrace as soon as he walked through the door, releasing him she tsk’d and exclaimed. “Boy, you don’t look like you’ve slept a wink. Have you eaten? Never mind, I’ll fix you up a plate as soon as we get back from the funeral service and I don’t want to hear any lip out of you.” Shawn summoned up a smile, gave her a peck on the cheek, saying demurely, “Yes Ma’am.” Smoothing the hair over his ear, she murmured, “Always so polite, you’re a good boy, Shawn.” Clapping her hands together she declared loudly. “Well let’s get a move on; we don’t want to hold up everybody else.” Taking her husband’s pro-offered arm, she walked out the door.
Shawn followed a few steps behind and was surprised when his dad laid a comforting hand on his shoulder. “Hold on a minute, Shawn. I know you probably won’t believe it, but I wanted to let you know, if you need me I’m here for you.”
Unsure quite what to say, Shawn simply said, “Uh sure, thanks dad.” Then they joined the groups of people being ushered into the waiting limousines. Both Spencer men were placed in the car with Gus’s parents, Shawn sat to Mrs. Guster’s left while her husband sat on her right; they each took a hand, silently giving what moral support they could. Shawn looked down in shock as he felt a solid weight on his left hand along with a small squeeze, seeing his father’s hand he looked up, the older man just gave a slight shrug and another squeeze.
The car pulled in behind the waiting hearse and started the long procession of vehicles going to the cemetery, once there everyone was handed a single stalk of hydrangeas, white for the females and blue for the men, as people made their way to the closed casket a group of men in full Celtic dress with bagpipes started playing the traditional ‘Amazing Grace’. When everyone was settled and the music ended, the priest began speaking.
“We are gathered on this somber occasion to honor the memory of Burton ‘Gus’ Guster, who was tragically taken from us before his time. Burton was a good man with a kind and loving heart…”
Shawn started to zone out as the priest rambled on, flicking his eyes casually about, he took in the details around him.
There were many, many faces he knew, and some he didn’t recognize, Desk Sergeant Allen gave him a small, sad smile when he met her eyes, Buzz McNab stood in his dress uniform with his arm around his wife Francie’s shoulder while she dabbed her face with a tissue. Next to them was Capt. Conners and his daughter Trish, also Dr. Doug Devette, the department shrink, along with what had to be over half the SBPD, Shawn idly wondered if the bad guys were taking the day off so Santa Barbara’s finest could attend his friends’ funeral.
Looking around some more he spotted Attorney General Maxwell with his son and daughter-in law, Gus’s friend Jessica from the planetarium, Adam Hornstock, George and Erlene Cheslow, Bill and Brandon Peterson, Judge Leland and presumably his wife. It seemed as if everyone who had ever met Gus was there paying their respects.
Shawn came out of his zone just in time to hear the priest say, “Because of his help to the Santa Barbara police department, the City of Santa Barbara along with the police department has decided to honor Burton with an eleven gun salute, but before that commences Burton’s mother has asked that his long time friend, Shawn Spencer say a few words.”
Bewildered Shawn froze as everyone turned to look at him, he couldn’t remember ever feeling so self-conscious in his life, Gus’s mom gave him a small push and he moved to the side of the casket.
He cleared his throat a couple times before starting. “Well… Um, this is a little awkward; I guess someone forgot to tell me I was going to be making a speech. Uh, for those of you who know me, you know I’m rarely at a loss for words, though the few times it has happened I had Gus there to back me up.” Casting his eyes skyward he called out. “Hey dude, some help here.” Sighing he looked back to the crowd of people. “This is usually when Gus would smirk and explain patiently to me. ‘ Shawn this is what you call ‘irony’ and if you think about it, actually pretty funny.’ He kinda had a weird sense of humor, but then hanging around with me, he sorta had to. I figure he’s to busy to help me right now, what with being in the arms of the heavenly hosts, I bet he’s being comforted by the best looking girl up there.” Looking up again he said loudly. “Don’t forget to get her digits, man. And ask if she has a sister, I’ll need you to hook me up later.” Hearing a chuckle from the crowd he turned his attention back to them. “But seriously I’ve known Gus practically my whole life, one of my earliest memories is of us at my house when we were three, Gus was supposed to be the look out while I got the cookies from the jar, then my dad came home in his uniform and Gus thought he was going to arrest us, so I told him to hide in the pantry, it would be the first, but not the last time my dad uttered the words, ‘Shawn, don’t hide Gus in the pantry.’ There was quite a bit of laughter and Shawn waited for it to quiet down before continuing. “That was just the start of our adventures, I would tell you about the two trips to the Mexican border, but I promised never to reveal the details of those, so I can’t. I can tell you that when I left to explore on my own, I still talked to Gus nearly ever night, even when he got mad at me for calling him at four in the morning, he was always there if I needed my best friend to talk to. Now he’s gone and our adventures are over.” Shawn laid the flowers in his hand on the casket. “So I guess this is good-bye, see you on the flip side, buddy.” And in his head he added. ‘Maybe sooner than you think.’
Word Count: Pt. 3: 1,131, Final: Let ya know when it's finished
Beta: Scarlet Mac Gregor, Raistlin, and Shawnbunny the Plotbunny of Annoyance.
Feedback: Gives me all sort's of warm fuzzies.
Disclaimer: Nope. I don’t own them. They would never show an episode with this much angst.
So here's the third installment. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it. And Big H's and K's to all of you who commented.
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What Would You Do Pt. 3
Early the next morning Shawn rented a suit, went back to his place to change and rode his bike to Gus’s parents house, the Chief, Lassiter, O’Hara, Gus’s Uncle Burton, and his dad were already there, along with a whole lot of Gus’s other relatives and friends. Gus’s mom pulled him into a warm embrace as soon as he walked through the door, releasing him she tsk’d and exclaimed. “Boy, you don’t look like you’ve slept a wink. Have you eaten? Never mind, I’ll fix you up a plate as soon as we get back from the funeral service and I don’t want to hear any lip out of you.” Shawn summoned up a smile, gave her a peck on the cheek, saying demurely, “Yes Ma’am.” Smoothing the hair over his ear, she murmured, “Always so polite, you’re a good boy, Shawn.” Clapping her hands together she declared loudly. “Well let’s get a move on; we don’t want to hold up everybody else.” Taking her husband’s pro-offered arm, she walked out the door.
Shawn followed a few steps behind and was surprised when his dad laid a comforting hand on his shoulder. “Hold on a minute, Shawn. I know you probably won’t believe it, but I wanted to let you know, if you need me I’m here for you.”
Unsure quite what to say, Shawn simply said, “Uh sure, thanks dad.” Then they joined the groups of people being ushered into the waiting limousines. Both Spencer men were placed in the car with Gus’s parents, Shawn sat to Mrs. Guster’s left while her husband sat on her right; they each took a hand, silently giving what moral support they could. Shawn looked down in shock as he felt a solid weight on his left hand along with a small squeeze, seeing his father’s hand he looked up, the older man just gave a slight shrug and another squeeze.
The car pulled in behind the waiting hearse and started the long procession of vehicles going to the cemetery, once there everyone was handed a single stalk of hydrangeas, white for the females and blue for the men, as people made their way to the closed casket a group of men in full Celtic dress with bagpipes started playing the traditional ‘Amazing Grace’. When everyone was settled and the music ended, the priest began speaking.
“We are gathered on this somber occasion to honor the memory of Burton ‘Gus’ Guster, who was tragically taken from us before his time. Burton was a good man with a kind and loving heart…”
Shawn started to zone out as the priest rambled on, flicking his eyes casually about, he took in the details around him.
There were many, many faces he knew, and some he didn’t recognize, Desk Sergeant Allen gave him a small, sad smile when he met her eyes, Buzz McNab stood in his dress uniform with his arm around his wife Francie’s shoulder while she dabbed her face with a tissue. Next to them was Capt. Conners and his daughter Trish, also Dr. Doug Devette, the department shrink, along with what had to be over half the SBPD, Shawn idly wondered if the bad guys were taking the day off so Santa Barbara’s finest could attend his friends’ funeral.
Looking around some more he spotted Attorney General Maxwell with his son and daughter-in law, Gus’s friend Jessica from the planetarium, Adam Hornstock, George and Erlene Cheslow, Bill and Brandon Peterson, Judge Leland and presumably his wife. It seemed as if everyone who had ever met Gus was there paying their respects.
Shawn came out of his zone just in time to hear the priest say, “Because of his help to the Santa Barbara police department, the City of Santa Barbara along with the police department has decided to honor Burton with an eleven gun salute, but before that commences Burton’s mother has asked that his long time friend, Shawn Spencer say a few words.”
Bewildered Shawn froze as everyone turned to look at him, he couldn’t remember ever feeling so self-conscious in his life, Gus’s mom gave him a small push and he moved to the side of the casket.
He cleared his throat a couple times before starting. “Well… Um, this is a little awkward; I guess someone forgot to tell me I was going to be making a speech. Uh, for those of you who know me, you know I’m rarely at a loss for words, though the few times it has happened I had Gus there to back me up.” Casting his eyes skyward he called out. “Hey dude, some help here.” Sighing he looked back to the crowd of people. “This is usually when Gus would smirk and explain patiently to me. ‘ Shawn this is what you call ‘irony’ and if you think about it, actually pretty funny.’ He kinda had a weird sense of humor, but then hanging around with me, he sorta had to. I figure he’s to busy to help me right now, what with being in the arms of the heavenly hosts, I bet he’s being comforted by the best looking girl up there.” Looking up again he said loudly. “Don’t forget to get her digits, man. And ask if she has a sister, I’ll need you to hook me up later.” Hearing a chuckle from the crowd he turned his attention back to them. “But seriously I’ve known Gus practically my whole life, one of my earliest memories is of us at my house when we were three, Gus was supposed to be the look out while I got the cookies from the jar, then my dad came home in his uniform and Gus thought he was going to arrest us, so I told him to hide in the pantry, it would be the first, but not the last time my dad uttered the words, ‘Shawn, don’t hide Gus in the pantry.’ There was quite a bit of laughter and Shawn waited for it to quiet down before continuing. “That was just the start of our adventures, I would tell you about the two trips to the Mexican border, but I promised never to reveal the details of those, so I can’t. I can tell you that when I left to explore on my own, I still talked to Gus nearly ever night, even when he got mad at me for calling him at four in the morning, he was always there if I needed my best friend to talk to. Now he’s gone and our adventures are over.” Shawn laid the flowers in his hand on the casket. “So I guess this is good-bye, see you on the flip side, buddy.” And in his head he added. ‘Maybe sooner than you think.’