Gus & The Multiple Personality Disorder Chapter 7
Title: Gus and the Multiple Personality Disorder
Disclaimer: I do not own Psych. I make no profit from this story.
A/N: Set after Season 1 episode 7 Who Ya Gonna Call? Gus suffers from Dissociative identity disorder or Multiple Personality disorder and he indulges some long repressed desires as his alter ego. Some mature and disturbing stuff happens.
A/N: I don’t really know anything about psychiatry. My description of Gus’ condition may not be scientific at all.
A/N: I apologize for all grammatical or other errors. English is not my first language.
A/N: So sorry about the late update, had family stuff going on.
Chapter 7
“It wasn’t kissing kissing!” Shawn spluttered, “It was just...a thing! You know, kid stuff!”
“I see.” said the psychologist, and scribbled something on her pad. “Can you tell me about the first time?”
Flashback
Five year old Shawn Spencer helped his best friend up from the ground.
“Are you okay, Gus? I did not mean to trip you!”
“You did trip me!” said little Gus, getting up and brushing himself with his hands. “Now I have a bump on my forehead!”
“I was practicing my kung-foo.” Shawn told him. “And you don’t have a cut or anything. No blood.”
“It hurts,” Gus said stubbornly. “I need my mom.”
“Why?” Shawn whined. “It looks fine. Let’s just play--”
“My mom can kiss it better.” Gus said in a grave voice. “She always kisses the hurt away.”
Shawn looked skeptical.
“How does that work?” he asked, not quite believing Gus’ mom had any such super power.
“She kisses where I have a bump or cut.”
“Does it get better?” Shawn probed.
“Yes, it gets better a bit later.”
“Well, then I can do that too!” Shawn declared. “You don’t have to go home for that.”
“You can do that?” Gus looked at him doubtfully.
“Sure.” Shawn said firmly. “Come here.”
Gus shuffled closer, and Shawn, putting both hands on his cheeks, touched his lips against the swelling on Gus’s forehead. He kept his lips there for a few seconds, hoping to convince Gus of their healing power.
“There, it will get better right away.” Shawn said as he pulled away. “Let’s play Morlock Hunt now.”
“Okay, but I get to be the hunter.”
End Flashback
“See?” Shawn said to the psychologist, “It was nothing! Just a kid thing.”
“I hear you, Mr. Spencer.” said Dr Moore. “Now, you said this was the first incident?”
“Oh yeah…”
“So what was the second?”
“Nothing, nothing at all!” said Shawn, “Just some silliness on a swing set once...”
Flashback
“Run, Gus!” yelled an eight-year-old Shawn Spencer, “It’s coming after us!”
“Why did you have to tease the dog?” Burton Guster yelled back, as they both sprinted across the street.
Gus reached a five-feet high wall and began to climb over it.
“Wait for meeee!” screamed Shawn from behind, the bulldog almost at his heels. Gus sat astride the wall and helped Shawn climb up. Then they both jumped down on the other side, stopping for a second to listen to the dog’s angry barking.
“Phew!” said Shawn.
They were near a playground now, which was empty at that moment, it being high noon and scorching hot. They walked over to the swing set and plopped down on it.
“I think I have a fabia about dogs now.” Shawn declared.
“Phobia, Shawn.” Gus corrected.
“I have heard it both ways.”
Gus snorted.
“Thanks for helping me get on that wall.” said Shawn in a burst of emotion. “You are my best friend, Gus.”
“You know that’s right!”
“I think, we should, like, make a promise that we’ll be together for ever.”
“Like a vow or something?” asked Gus.
“Uh, yes.” Shawn agreed, not completely sure what ‘vow’ meant. “How do we do that?”
“Maybe we have to write it down, and sign it…” Gus said thoughtfully.
“Okay. And you know what would be cool? If we pricked our fingers and mixed the blood!” Shawn said excitedly.
“Blood? But...wouldn’t that be painful?”
“I saw it in a movie my mom was watching.” Shawn told him. “That’s the way to make a unbreakable promise.”
“Well, then, maybe we should kiss.” said Gus. “I saw it in a movie Joy likes. The soldier told the princess that they would be together for ever, and then they kissed.”
“Okay, we can do both.” Shawn said generously.
“I say we do the kiss thing now,” said Gus, “and keep the blood-mixing thing for later.”
“Oh alright then.” relented Shawn; he was feeling pretty charitable towards his best friend.
Gus leaned forward to place his mouth on Shawn’s, trying to copy the characters from Joy’s Disney movie. Shawn pressed back against his lips with enthusiasm. The kiss lasted for about four seconds. After they both pulled back, Gus smiled at his friend.
“Together for ever, Shawn.”
End Flashback
“Is that all?” asked Dr Moore, her lips twitching.
“Yeah, until that time Gus’ dad walked in on us and told us off...”
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A/N: Is this chapter as silly as it seems to me? :o
Disclaimer: I do not own Psych. I make no profit from this story.
A/N: Set after Season 1 episode 7 Who Ya Gonna Call? Gus suffers from Dissociative identity disorder or Multiple Personality disorder and he indulges some long repressed desires as his alter ego. Some mature and disturbing stuff happens.
A/N: I don’t really know anything about psychiatry. My description of Gus’ condition may not be scientific at all.
A/N: I apologize for all grammatical or other errors. English is not my first language.
A/N: So sorry about the late update, had family stuff going on.
Chapter 7
“It wasn’t kissing kissing!” Shawn spluttered, “It was just...a thing! You know, kid stuff!”
“I see.” said the psychologist, and scribbled something on her pad. “Can you tell me about the first time?”
Flashback
Five year old Shawn Spencer helped his best friend up from the ground.
“Are you okay, Gus? I did not mean to trip you!”
“You did trip me!” said little Gus, getting up and brushing himself with his hands. “Now I have a bump on my forehead!”
“I was practicing my kung-foo.” Shawn told him. “And you don’t have a cut or anything. No blood.”
“It hurts,” Gus said stubbornly. “I need my mom.”
“Why?” Shawn whined. “It looks fine. Let’s just play--”
“My mom can kiss it better.” Gus said in a grave voice. “She always kisses the hurt away.”
Shawn looked skeptical.
“How does that work?” he asked, not quite believing Gus’ mom had any such super power.
“She kisses where I have a bump or cut.”
“Does it get better?” Shawn probed.
“Yes, it gets better a bit later.”
“Well, then I can do that too!” Shawn declared. “You don’t have to go home for that.”
“You can do that?” Gus looked at him doubtfully.
“Sure.” Shawn said firmly. “Come here.”
Gus shuffled closer, and Shawn, putting both hands on his cheeks, touched his lips against the swelling on Gus’s forehead. He kept his lips there for a few seconds, hoping to convince Gus of their healing power.
“There, it will get better right away.” Shawn said as he pulled away. “Let’s play Morlock Hunt now.”
“Okay, but I get to be the hunter.”
End Flashback
“See?” Shawn said to the psychologist, “It was nothing! Just a kid thing.”
“I hear you, Mr. Spencer.” said Dr Moore. “Now, you said this was the first incident?”
“Oh yeah…”
“So what was the second?”
“Nothing, nothing at all!” said Shawn, “Just some silliness on a swing set once...”
Flashback
“Run, Gus!” yelled an eight-year-old Shawn Spencer, “It’s coming after us!”
“Why did you have to tease the dog?” Burton Guster yelled back, as they both sprinted across the street.
Gus reached a five-feet high wall and began to climb over it.
“Wait for meeee!” screamed Shawn from behind, the bulldog almost at his heels. Gus sat astride the wall and helped Shawn climb up. Then they both jumped down on the other side, stopping for a second to listen to the dog’s angry barking.
“Phew!” said Shawn.
They were near a playground now, which was empty at that moment, it being high noon and scorching hot. They walked over to the swing set and plopped down on it.
“I think I have a fabia about dogs now.” Shawn declared.
“Phobia, Shawn.” Gus corrected.
“I have heard it both ways.”
Gus snorted.
“Thanks for helping me get on that wall.” said Shawn in a burst of emotion. “You are my best friend, Gus.”
“You know that’s right!”
“I think, we should, like, make a promise that we’ll be together for ever.”
“Like a vow or something?” asked Gus.
“Uh, yes.” Shawn agreed, not completely sure what ‘vow’ meant. “How do we do that?”
“Maybe we have to write it down, and sign it…” Gus said thoughtfully.
“Okay. And you know what would be cool? If we pricked our fingers and mixed the blood!” Shawn said excitedly.
“Blood? But...wouldn’t that be painful?”
“I saw it in a movie my mom was watching.” Shawn told him. “That’s the way to make a unbreakable promise.”
“Well, then, maybe we should kiss.” said Gus. “I saw it in a movie Joy likes. The soldier told the princess that they would be together for ever, and then they kissed.”
“Okay, we can do both.” Shawn said generously.
“I say we do the kiss thing now,” said Gus, “and keep the blood-mixing thing for later.”
“Oh alright then.” relented Shawn; he was feeling pretty charitable towards his best friend.
Gus leaned forward to place his mouth on Shawn’s, trying to copy the characters from Joy’s Disney movie. Shawn pressed back against his lips with enthusiasm. The kiss lasted for about four seconds. After they both pulled back, Gus smiled at his friend.
“Together for ever, Shawn.”
End Flashback
“Is that all?” asked Dr Moore, her lips twitching.
“Yeah, until that time Gus’ dad walked in on us and told us off...”
____X____
A/N: Is this chapter as silly as it seems to me? :o