A/N: Hey yall. This is my second Shassie story. The last one was Psychic My Ass, got some pretty good feed back, so here we go again. This one was inspired by a song called: Come Over by Kenny Chesney. It's a really good Shassie song, and it got me to thinking. Anywho hope you like it. Please review, if you read. :) PS: I wanna play a little game as well. All throught the story, I will be working in the names of country songs, into the mix. Your job is to find them. At the end the first person able to list the all the songs, and their artist, will win a gift fic. My only rule is, that the gift fic must be Shassie, cause thats all I can write. The rest will be up to you! Oh there will only be one song per chapter.
Title: Come Over
Type: Drama/Romance
Rating: M.
Summary: Shawn is finally brave enough to make a move with Lassiter. Only to have Lassiter shoot him down.
Disclamier: I don't own Psych! Or any songs. :)
Chapter count: Idk yet, I'll let ya know.
Warning! talk of sexual abuse, and child death ahead!
Come Over
It was a tough case, brutal really. A three year old boy was found dead, in the woods, half mile from his home. Telling the parents, was hands down, the hardest thing I've ever done. Knowing your child is dead is harsh, but knowing he was mudered in the most perverse way possible is unbareable. It makes my stomace churn, and I never even met the boy. Their neighbor, a normal looking fifty's something man, was the bastard that robbed the child of not only his life, but his innocence. It took everything in my power as a person, and a cop, not to put a bullet in his skull. He was going away forever, to rot in a cell, then in hell, for his crimes.
I signed my name to the last page of this nightmare, and closed the file. I leaned back in my chair, and it moaned and groaned under me. I rubbed my hand across my face, as if trying to banish this whole damm week away. The station was empty, lifeless and quite. Everyone with a brain, was at home, sleeping in their warm beds. Pressed up against the soft body, of the one that loves them. I glanced at my watch, and it glared 11:23pm back at me. I sighed heavily to myself, and snatched the thin file, that held the details of the grisly demise of a child, and stood. I began the short walk to the exit, and my back protested the movement. I massaged the sore area, with my equally tired fingers. I was almost out of the building, when I ran smack into someone. I stumbled slightly, and cursed under my breath. I glared at the unknown person.
"What the hell" I grumbled. Looking at him.
"Sorry Lass." Shawn said looking like a deer caught in the head lights.
"Spencer what are you doing here so late?" I asked.
I wasn't angry, just confused. This case had been just as hard for him, as it was for the rest of us. Maybe harder, who knows. He is always so closed off. Never really sharing meaningful personal details, about himself. Sure you may know every stupid eighties movie he has seen, or his favorite furit. But when it comes to the real hard hitting, at the core stuff, your clueless.
He looked down at his feet, then back up at me. The wacky 'I know something you don't' gleam that is always in his eyes, has taken the night off. Pain is left behind, pain and fear. They don't seem to shine as bright. It upsets me more than it should.
"Couldn't sleep. Knew you'd still be here." He said simply.
"I was just about to leave. Your having trouble sleeping?" I asked unable to stop the worry, from dripping into my voice.
He rubbed the back of his neck, and sighed. "Yeah, having a little trouble shaking this one off. Don't worry though, I always bounce back." He muttered giving me a weak smile.
I nodded. "Look if you want to go get some food, and talk thats cool." I offered. I wasn't sure why, but It seemed like he didn't want to be alone. Truth be told, nor did I.
He shook his head. "No Lassie, thats alright buddy. Your tired, go home." He said, heading for the door. I walked with him, and we stepped out into the salty, night air. There was a light cool breeze, that felt nice.
"Your sure?" I asked again.
"Yeah, I'll be fine." He said. He began to walk down the dark sidewalk.
"You walked here?" I said a tad louder than I meant to.
He turned and shot me a smirk. "Yes, It's not that far Lass." He said.
I growled softly. "Get in the car Spencer." I said walking towards my crown vic. I didn't wait for an anwser, but I heard him following. We climbed in, and I pulled the car out onto the road. I figured he would ramble on like a nervous child, but to my suprise, he stayed quite. It wasn't an unnatural quite, that fell between us. It seemed almost normal, reasonable really. The only thing that bothered me about his silence, was that it felt heavy. I knew that the dark, and twisted events of the week, were running wild, and free in that wonder filled mind of his. Having thoes ugly thoughts come after you is normal, but if they are allowed to chatch you, they won't ever let you go. They will drag you down into a dingy-rayless world, were all there is to feel, is pain. As annoying as Spencer is, I just couldn't take never seeing that mystical shining little glem in thoes hazle eyes. Not that I spend tons of time gazing into them, It's a reasonable amount really.
I jerked the wheel, and turned in his drive way. I killed the motor, and gave him a sideways glance. He was staring at his hands, like they held the secret to life itself.
"I can't get his face out of my head Lassie." He said so softly, that I almost missed it. He wouldn't look at me. He kept his gaze on his fingers.
I sighed slightly. "Kids make it harder Shawn, always do, always will." I placed my hand on his shoulder, gave it a small squeeze, then let it drop.
He finally faced me. His eyes were a brilliant gold, mixed with a hearty dose of empathy. "So it won't get any better, ever?" He asked sadly.
"Nope."I said point blank. I badly wanted to sugar coat it, for him. However lying to him didn't seem right either.
"That is so depressing" he muttered.
I nodded. "I know, but life is to short to dwell on it." I said.
He scrutinized me for a long moment. "Your right, life is short." He whispered. "Wasted so much time being afraid, so terrified of what you'd think." He rambled, turning his whole body to face me better.
"I'm not sure what you mean." I said carefully. I watched him as if he was about to smack me.
He chuckled for the first time in a week. "So oblivous." He shook his head slightly. "Don't understand why my heart demands only you, but hey the heart won't lie." He said turning serious again.
"Spencer." I said trying to put a stop to this.
He shook his head quickly. "Lassie please just hear me out." He begged. "Just stowe the hetro freak out, that I know is coming, and listen. I know this makes positively no since, trust me that I know But there is something here!" He gestered between us. I can feel it every time you walk into the room. It's like I can feel the humming of your y-your, dammit I can't think of the fucking word, but you know what I mean. I know you feel it too, but for some oddball reason you just let it go!" He yelled excitedly.
"So your saying..you l-"
"I love you Carlton." He said simply, and busted out laughing. "Holy crap I said it, man that felt GREAT!" "I LOVE you Lassie!" He said again threw a fit of giggles.
Before I could even begin to say a single word, he was across the console, and had his lips pressed softly to mine. His lips moved softly against mine. I was so caught up, that I found myself kissing back. He pulled back, and grinned. "Wowza!, ok I'm gonna go now, cause I know that was a LOT to take in, but call me later?" He posed it as a question.
"I'm not calling you Shawn, look im sorry, but I just don't care about you like that." I said softly. My heart ached when his face fell. I didn't want to hurt him, that was never something a person wants.
"B-but you kissed back." He said, the pain clear in his voice.
I sighed. "You kind of blind sided me, look it's late, please just get out. This isn't real, your just confused because of this case. After some rest you'll be back to hating me, like before." I said.
He got out, and shut the door. "I've never hated you Lass, and I never will." He stated, then turned and walked inside. I watched him go with an odd feeling. My lips still tingled from his stolen kiss. I sighed heavily, and drove home to my waiting cold bed.
(Fin)
(For Now)
(Don't panic, there will be more.)
A/N: Ok what did you think. It's kind of a rough start, but It shall get better, at least I hope. LOL Anywho REVIEW please! It's the life source for my musey, so don't let it die! OH and did you find the name of the country song? P.S. Come Over dosen't count :P Love yalls.