"Shawn, what are we doing here?"

Shawn didn't answer, or didn't hear, as he looked around the train station curiously. Gus stood beside him, looking annoyed, as always, and occasionally checking his watch.

"Can we get out of here?" Gus continued. "I've got to be at work to pick up some files in twenty minutes. And you know I don't like to be late, Shawn."

"You still do homework, Gus?" Shawn remarked, still looking around.

"Uh, you do, too," Gus retorted. "Does it matter?"

Shawn shrugged. "Not really."

"What are we doing here, Shawn," Gus repeated, this time hs eyes fixed on his best friend.

Shawn gave another shrug and smiled mischieviously. "You'll see. I just have to pick up something on this train. Right here."

The train pulled up to the station, and Shawn let all of the people on, barely, before rushing on board. Gus rolled his eyes and followed him on.

"Really, Shawn? What could you possibly want on a train?"

"Trust me," came the reply. "It's gonna be awesome."

Gus passed a banner. He studied it for a minute, shuddering when he saw the word 'fanfiction' on it.

"Let's get out of here," he called to his friend. "This place is giving me the creeps. I think it's a fanfiction convention."

"I know."

Gus eyed Shawn warily. He had sat in the very back row of the train, peering out the window and bouncing in his seat, looking excited.

"Shawn?"

Shawn turned and smiled at him.

"Oh, no," Gus growled. "Hell no. There's no way I'm staying on a train for crazy people. You out your mind!"

Gus turned to exit the train only to find it was filling quickly with people. Girls mostly, of all ages, clambored onto the train, chattering excitedly. Gus was pushed and shoved, trying to fight his way out, until a hand grabbed his shoulder and he was forced to sit. He glared at Shawn, who was smiling easily.

"Isn't this awesome?"

"NO!" Gus yelled. "This is horrible, Shawn! I can't believe I fell for this! We're getting off this train. NOW!"

"Attention, passengers, the train is now leaving the station. Please take your seats and wait for your conducter to collect your tickets"

Gus sat back with a sigh. Shawn smirked and waved two ticket in front of his face. The other man glared full on at him, but Shawn seemed unfazed.

"Trust me, Gus," he said positively. "This is gonna be fun."

"Welcome to the fourth annual Psych fanfiction convention! For one week we will travel from Santa Barbara to New York, all in honor of the wonderful tv show we have dedicated our writing to. Shawn and Gus would be proud!"

Gus stiffly turned to look at Shawn, who bllinked innocently.

"Oh, yeah," he said. "I think I forgot to mention that this is a Psych fanfiction convention."

"One week?" Gus exploded. "There is no way I'm gonna last one week! What about work? What about home? What about my cat?"

"You don't have a cat, Gus."

"Well, I'm getting one!" Gus' face looked like it was going red, if that was possible. "Any excuse so you wouldn't drag me into this stupid crap! You know I don't like the way these people stalk us!"

"But Gus," Shawn whined. "I promised all of these nice people we'd be here! Both of us! It was the only way I could get you to come aboard."

Gus collapsed. All around him girls, mostly girls, were chattering excitedly. He knew that at least half of them were talking about Shawn. He didn't even want to remember the first time he'd heard of Psych fanfiction. It just wasn't... normal!

"Hey," came a quiet voice from beside him. Gus looked to his right; directly across the isle was a girl. She was young, maybe fourteen-ish, with dark skin and Asian eyes that were shining when she relealized who he was.

"Hey," he said, sounding miserable.

"You're Gus," she said, barely containing her excitement.

"Yeah, I'm Gus," he said. "And this is Shawn."

"Oh my God!"

Shawn flashed a smile at her. "So! What's your name?"

"Lost in Translation," she answered immediately. She giggled at their confused faces. "We were told not to use our real names. That's my pen name on Psychfic.com. I'm kinda new."

"Cool!" Shawn said. "Got any stories up yet?"

Lost looked amused. "You'd be surprised."

"I'm sure I would."

"Shawn," Gus groaned. "Can we please get off this thing? I don't know about you, but I don't do well with trains."

"We've barely started moving," Lost said. She looked over Gus, who was doubled over, clutching his stomach, at Shawn. She mouthed, Does he do that a lot?

Shawn mouthed back, Wouldn't you of all people know?

She shrugged. "Point taken."

"I'm going to the bathroom," Gus moaned. He got up on shaky legs and turned into the bathroom at the end of the train. From here he could see most of the authors in the car. It was packed.

Gus opened the door into the bathroom and froze.

"SHAWN!" He bellowed. Heads turned and girls giggled, but Shawn pushed his way back to his best friend, Lost in Translation following behind. He stopped short when he got to the bathroom and turned, trying to shield Lost from the gruesome scene.

But it was too late. Lost had seen. Her eyes went wide and she screamed.

"It's a dead body!"