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15 December 2010 @ 11:59 pm
Psych Fic: It's a Wonderful Life, Burton Guster  
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Title: It's a Wonderful Life, Burton Guster
Pairing/Characters: Gus, Shawn
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Pilot
Summary: Gus finds himself in a world where he was never friends with Shawn
Notes/Warnings: Read the disclaimer on my LJ

Burton Guster was a man destined for success.

In his twenties he was given the choicest sales route in Santa Barbara.

At the tender age of 31 he was made regional manager of pharmaceutical sales.

He married that same year and had twins by the time he was 35.

By 40 he was junior vice president in charge of west coast sales, only the senior vice president didn't look like he was vacating his post any time soon and he delighted in taking credit for all of Gus' successes.

At 42 his wife Claire left him, claiming he was too boring. She couldn't love a man who was all about facts and figures, not fun and feelings.

He got partial custody of his kids, but Sarah just kept wanting newer and better cell phones and electronics. Gus Junior never stopped being resentful of his name and made all of his friends call him G-man instead, pretending he was a badass gangsta rapper instead of a suburban middle class kid.

Midway through a board meeting at 50 he realized he was about to be downsized and had a heart attack on the spot.

His ex-wife dragged the kids to come visit him in the hospital then tactlessly told him that since he wasn't in good health the kids needed to come live with her full time. They only had two more years before they went away to college anyway so he let them go. He'd already funded their college educations. They didn't need him anymore.

Once he got out of the hospital the letter was in his mail at home. Early retirement, they called it, even though the package was weak.

At fifty-two he gave up sending out resumes; no one wanted to hire a former legal drug dealer from middle management.

The kids only called to ask for pocket money for college until Gus Junior. called to say he'd dropped out and was going to record his own album and make it big. Sarah asked for a few extra hundred dollars so she could fly home for her mother's second marriage ceremony.

Home. Well home certainly hadn't been his empty house for years.

Gus wandered the halls, trying to remember playing with the kids, but remembering mostly doing quarterly reports in his home office and reheating take out leftovers in the kitchen.

He'd led a boring useless life and now he had to face that it was coming to an end.

He hadn't made any difference in the world, just made his company a tiny bit richer than they were going to be already.

He tried to comfort himself by thinking about all the people the drugs helped, but when your company's cash cows are for hair loss and erectile dysfunction it's hard to compete with cancer or AIDS medications.

He'd known a kid once in school - Shawn Spencer his name was - who was always doing crazy things, having a lot of fun. Everyone remembered him. Shawn had tried to be friends with him, but Gus wasn't into that sort of mischief. He was a good boy. He didn't want to rock the boat at all, get into trouble.

He wondered what ever happened to Shawn. Wherever he was - if he was still alive and not in prison - he was probably having a far better time than Gus was with his miserable life.

Gus woke with a start to a knocking on his door, blinking away the horrors of the dream of his future life - a completely boring life without Shawn Spencer.

Throwing on his robe, he went to open the door.

"Mele Kalikimaka!" Shawn brandished a pineapple with a bright yellow bow on it, shoving it into Gus' hands. "Come on! Get dressed! It's Christmas and we have a lot of pineapples to deliver today!"

Gus stood gaping for a few seconds as Shawn let himself in, poking in the refrigerator for some juice, not realizing until some time had passed that Gus hadn't moved.

"What is it?" Shawn asked, furrowing his brow. "Cat got your tongue? Been struck dumb by a 24 hour flu virus?" He took a step back.

"No, it's just..." Gus finally let a grateful smile appear on his face as he gazed down at the ridiculous pineapple in his hands. Only Shawn would give tropical fruit to everyone he knew as presents for the holidays. For better or for worse, the insanity of Shawn Spencer kept his life interesting. "Merry Christmas, Shawn."

Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on December 20th, 2010 09:16 am (UTC)
Inspired by the movie "It's a Wonderful Life", only with a lot more pineapples and no snow. ;-)

I figured last year's Psych fic was holiday oriented, why not a second one?


Emma DeMarais
perhaps some frottage is in order: [psych] Shawn/Juliet skating b/wsororcula on December 20th, 2010 09:35 am (UTC)
SAD. (Up until the end. Which was sweet. Much like a pineapple.)

(BTW, I know that you are not a fan of alcohol, but this fic reminded me of these cocktails, which I haven't tried yet but might have to make one of these days! nom nom.)
Candi: Psych - Stealthmustangcandi on December 20th, 2010 01:42 pm (UTC)

What a lovely fic. Poor Gus. I'm so glad he was only dreaming.

Loved the ending. Had me all teary. *sniffles*
HutchyNStarskhutchynstarsk on December 20th, 2010 02:35 pm (UTC)
Nice. :D

I love the touch about the pineapples. Poor Gus, dreaming on Christmas Eve of being unloved and friendless...

Glad it had a happy ending! :)
ladygray99ladygray99 on December 27th, 2010 11:49 am (UTC)
That is so what Gus' life would be without Shawn. Thank God for crazy friends with pineapple obsessions.