Hey, everyone! This is a new adventure for me. A crossover fic. I've never, ever written one before!
This is a crossover involving two of my absolute favorite shows: Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman and Psych.
Disclaimers:
All characters from LnC belong to DC Comics and Warner Brothers.
All characters from Psych belong to the writers of Psych and to Universal Studios/NBC
Any characters you don't recognize obviously belong to me.
A little background: I decided to write this in the present, not the past. For the Psych side of things, it wouldn't work. This is completely an Alternate Universe, so that Superman can exist in the same world as the Psych crew. All characters will appear (Juliet, Carlton, Karen, Henry, Shawn, Gus, Buzz, and our favorite coroner, Woody!)
For all the LnC people: What this means is that Lois and Clark are married, but no kids (keeping the theme of they couldn't have any). Perry and Jimmy will be in this, as well. Can't forget the team that "Always forwarded the plot!"
Santa Barbara, CA 2011: Psych Office
Shawn sat at his desk, tossing a small basketball up in the air with gusto. He had just come off a case (where the murderer was none other than the sister of the victim) and was reveling in the fact that Lassie had actually congratulated him. The pseudo-psychic had stood for a moment in the middle of the police station with a shocked expression. He recovered quickly and left, with Gus and the check, back to the office.
Gus sat across from Shawn, looking over his pharmaceutical files for the next day. The case they had been working on had taken a little longer than usual, so Gus was behind by about a week. He knew his boss would be on him about it if he didn't catch up quick. He flipped a few pages, writing every so often in the spaces about some new rash cream that had just come in.
"Working on your new butt cream file?" Shawn asked with his childish flare. Gus glared at him.
"Shawn, this just happens to be the job that keeps Psych afloat," Gus said.
"After our *rash* of cases?" Shawn said.
Gus couldn't help but smile, but he tried to hide it. Instantly, he regretted it, knowing perfectly well that Shawn would *see* his lips curl up into a grin. He tried to look further down at his notes.
"Ha! I saw you grin! You've got to remember, Gus, you can't get away with much around me," Shawn bragged. He tossed the basketball up again, catching it with ease as it fell back down.
"Whatever, Shawn. Why don't you go get both of us a pineapple smoothie?" Gus asked. Shawn jumped up at the mention of pineapple.
"Sounds good, Dude! Be back in a flash!" Shawn grabbed his helmet and left the office. Getting on his Norton, he started the engine and took off toward the closest Jamba Juice to retrieve the pineappley goodness that resided within the chain juice bar.
The beautiful southern California day felt warm and humid to Shawn as he rode the two miles to the juice bar. He looked around the beach town and smiled at the people who were all over the boardwalk.
'I really do love it here. Thank goodness I came back six years ago,' he thought as he pulled into the parking lot of Jamba Juice. He parked his bike near the doors and headed inside with a smile on his face.
