Disclaimer: Psych belongs to USA Network, NBC Universal and Steve Franks. All I own is any characters I happen to make up.

A/N: Sorry this took so long! Life, ya'know?*coughlazienesscough* Anyways I won't bore you with that. Onto the story!

Chapter 2: You're pregnant, and don't call me Shirley.

Unlike most people, Shawn didn't mind hospitals. Mind you he wasn't a big fan of being sick or in pain, but he wasn't afraid of hospitals, or needles or doctors or anything normal people were afraid of.

However, it was a little unnerving not knowing what was wrong with you. After an IV of fluids he had felt much better, but the doctors had drawn blood, taken a urine sample and poked and prodded him enough to last him a lifetime. They had determined he had fainted from dehydration, but couldn't figure out why he had become so dehydrated in such a short amount of time, and they were running out of relevant tests to run. Shawn wanted to know what the hell was wrong with him so he had signed off on every possible test they could run, not even bothering to glance over the forms that were shown to him. He was sure the doctor would explain it anyways.

But after waiting a good hour or so, Shawn regretted telling Gus to waiting the waiting area, assuring he was fine, it was kind of boring waiting, and he had scanned the room so many times he would probably have it engraved in his memory for the rest of his life. Well, not so much a room as an area divided off with curtains.

He looked up as the doctor that had been seeing to him entered the 'room', double checking to make sure that the curtain was closed all the way before focusing his attention on his patient. "Mr. Spencer-"His voice was very sober, which gave Shawn the bad feeling that there was something seriously wrong. "-We've got a positive result back on one of the tests."

"What is it?" He asked, for once in his life unable to make a joke to hide his own fear.

"Well, to be blunt, you're pregnant."

There was a long pause before Shawn's face broke into a grin. "Good one doc. seriously, what's wrong with me?" However the serious stare he got back caused his grin to falter. "Um… in case they didn't teach you the difference in medical school, I'm a guy."

"Oh I know that Mr. Spencer." The Doctor replied, not looking very pleased with the other man's insult. "But there is a fairly rare mutation that gives some men the ability to get pregnant. It is rather complicated and there isn't much known about it yet. We ran urine and blood, twice, to be sure."

Shawn stared at the man like his head morphed into that of a fish. "That's impossible! I… I only had sex with a guy once!" He hissed

"It only takes once." Shawn for once in his life wasn't able to say anything.

The doctor ordered him to stay hydrated and stress free as possible, as well as refer him to a specialist on male pregnancies and provided as much information on the subject as he had at his disposal, a few pamphlets, before discharging him. Shawn wasn't quite sure what to make of all this really, and it would take him a while to digest the information.

He was so deep in thought that he almost didn't notice Gus when he exited through the waiting room.

"Shawn! You were in there a long time! You okay?" His best friend asked concern clear on his face.

Shawn had no idea what to tell him.

A/N: Was it worth the wait? Eh… I'm not sure it was. Next chapter will be better! I hope!