author's note: sorry this isn't longer, and I didn't update sooner. I've been busy with other projects. If you're wondering, I figure this is somewhere between halfway and two thirds done.

When he awoke, there was one prominent thought in Shawn's mind. I hate this. He did, too. He knew he had hurt Lassiter in the worst way possible and he couldn't imagine anything to make him feel worse. He was happier, though. It was a bit twisted, but he was happier nonetheless. He felt lighter now that he wasn't carrying around a secret as big as Lassiter; it was relieving to let go of such a burden. The truth will set you free, Shawn thought bitterly. He laughed. He contemplated insanity, but figured he had lost what bit of a mind he actually had long ago. He sat up groggily and realised that he was on the couch. He must have fallen asleep after Lassiter left. His phone told him that it was 3:12 am, and he had two missed calls and a text.

Not so good? Gus had sent. He must have called when Shawn didn't answer. He was probably asleep by now; it would do no good to call him back. Shawn did anyway.

The phone rang. Once, twice, a third. Gus picked up halfway through the fourth.

"Shawn you must be out of your damn mind," he hissed.

"Gus...," Shawn trailed. His voice was hoarse from sleep and his tone sounded pathetic and listless.

There was a bit of a silence. When he spoke up, Gus sounded worried. "Shawn what's wrong?"

"I broke up with Lassiter."

There was another silence. "Shawn I can't leave this retreat early. I've left early every time because of you. I could get fired."

It was Shawn's turn to be quiet. "I know. I don't know what I expected. I'll be okay."

"You don't sound like you'll be okay."

Silence. "I think I'm going to move."

Gus didn't know what to say. He didn't say anything.

"I've been here for a while," Shawn said. "And it is an actual apartment. I'm tired of having a designated bedroom."

It finally clicked in Gus's mind why Shawn suddenly wanted to move. He had moved not long before things became secretly official between him and Lassiter. The apartment must be lonely without the detective. It had too many memories that would haunt Shawn. "I think Catalina's Cupcakes is up for rent," Gus said after a long pause.

"I'll have to look in the morning."

Their conversation didn't last much longer and Shawn was soon grabbing the neck of a beer and yanking it out of his fridge. He didn't expect to sleep anytime soon, and there wasn't much to do this late at night, so he turned on a movie and chugged a Winter Lager. He took another and drank it more slowly. He had six bottles of beer in total, but those didn't last long so he grabbed the bottle of wine that Lassiter had brought him last week. He didn't care to find a glass and instead took long sips straight from the bottle. When that was gone, he found half a bottle of whiskey.

He feel asleep- or maybe he passed out- near the end of The Breakfast Club. The sleep was heavy and peaceful, but interrupted by harsh sunlight. Gus had opened the blinds. Shawn made a loud, incoherent groan-like noise. He was a little hungover.

"Get out of my hoooouuuusseee," he moaned.

"Shawn, what are you doing?"

"I was sleeping, now I'm trying to ignore the agonizing pain in my head."

"It's one in the afternoon, Shawn." Gus sounded disappointed, if anything.

Shawn squinted up at Gus, the light filtering into his brain and making his head throb. "I had a rough night, buddy. Cut me some slack. Why are you even here?"

"I got worried when you weren't at Psych. You're usually there before noon."

"Not today," Shawn croaked.

Gus helped Shawn out of bed, and shortly after to the bathroom so that he could vomit. He started conversation up again while Shawn laid a cheek on the seat of the toilet.

"What happened?" He asked.

Shawn squeezed his eyes shut. "It's a disaster, Gus. It's like Goldeneye, but I'm Sean Bean and Lassiter is Pierce Brosnan."

"Lassiter is Bond? That is a disaster. Who does that make me?"

"Familky Johnson, I think."

"Who the heck is Familky Johnson?"

"She played Xenia."

"I don't think her name is Familky, Shawn."

Shawn puked again. Gus rubbed his back, frowning. "We can go to Catalina's cupcakes later. If you want."

Shawn nodded. "Sounds good."

Three asprin and a cup of soup later, Shawn felt better. Still dizzy and sick, but better. He agreed to stop by Psych and check the messages before going to Catalina's Cupcakes, and laid in the backseat of the Blueberry while Gus drove. There were a few messages waiting for them, the most important being one from Henry. They had a case. A thirty-ish year old man named Grey Wilson had been murdered outside of a school. Gus called and told Henry that they were busy and couldn't take the case. When he asked why, Gus told him that Shawn wanted to move. He said they would talk later.

author's note: Xenia Onatopp was played by Famke Janssen in Goldeneye.