Summary: Shawn was gone for a long time before he came back to Santa Barbara. In that time he met some exciting people, people who will call upon him for help in the future.
Pushing Daisies, Psych crossover
Disclaimer: I don't own any of this. All I own is immense depression over the fact that my two favorite shows have ended and that I will never see a new episode again.
General info for psych: The first few chapters take place after Shawn graduates and leaves Santa Barbara. Im not sure when exactly he leaves, so im guessing its a couple years after he graduates? Im sure it was mentioned in the show but by god its been years since I last watched psych. The rest of the story will take place in season five. Before Juliet and Shawn are dating.
General info for pushing Daisies: This is going to take place at the end of all the episodes, ignoring the last episode. Also, im taking some liberties with Neds powers. Im absolutely keeping it as close to canon as possible because im not about changing shit too much. Still, his powers make like zero sense. So I'll either make up my own mechanics or just explain things away with the all encompassing excuse, magic. Also, this wont include any information from the comics as ive sadly never read them. (if anyone's got a good link to them hit me up! haha)
Perfectly Prepared Pineapple Pie.
Author: Ulyssa
Ned the pie maker grabbed a thick lump of dough and placed it on the flour covered counter. Reaching for his rolling pin, the pie maker made quick work of the dough, rolling it out expertly so that the entire thing was even. Looking up to make sure that Olive was out of the kitchen and focused on helping the last of the nightly customers, the pie maker reached for an overripe and slightly moldy pineapple.
As soon as he touched it, the pineapple sprung to life, the mold disappearing.
Chopping the fruit up quickly, Ned placed the diced pineapple into the pie, where he could never touch it again. Placing the Pie in the oven, Ned looked up at the clock on the wall. It was eight thirty and nearly time to close. Ned wiped his hands on his apron and started to clean up. He grabbed the knifes and bowls he had been using, wiped up the flour scattered about, and picked up the extra bits of pineapple that had been left on the counter, ignoring as the extra pieces wilted and died in his hands. He was throwing away the now dead chunks when Olive wandered into the kitchen, sniffing the air.
"New pie?" She asked leaning against the counter and placing her chin on her hands. She batted her eyes at Ned and watched him fidget with the rag he was using to clean.
"Uh, yeah. Pineapple. Thought I would try it, see what its like." He leaned away from her, when she leaned forward.
"Pineapple?" She scrunched up her nose, thinking.
"How about..." There was a pause as she mouthed words to herself silently. Ned frowned slightly at her, knowing she was coming up with some silly name, and feeling slightly remorseful about it. He didn't like his pies having silly little names, because his pies were not silly little pies.
"Perfectly Prepared Pineapple Pie." She winked at him and leaned away from the counter, without waiting for a response. Ned cleared his throat.
"S-sounds fine." Though he wasn't into giving them names, he never really minded what Olive called them, as long as people came to eat them. Nodding to herself Olive, Glanced out into the lobby,
"Well boss. Everything's been cleaned up and put away, The doors are locked, signs are off, floors are mopped. So if you don't need me I'll be heading up to my apartment." She stretched and popped her back, yawning as she did so. She knew that Ned liked to bake pies in the quiet of his kitchen when all others had wandered off to bed. So with a final goodbye, she wished him good night and left the pie maker to his own devices.
The next day, Ned found himself once again making Pies in preparation for the day. He twirled pie crust silently and brought fruit back to life cautiously always making sure to keep tabs on Olives whereabouts before touching the fruit in the kitchen. At around one thirty, there was a large rush of customers and delivery requests that had Ned rushing to fulfill orders.
"Busy busy!" Olive rushed into the kitchen, opening the fridge that contained some call in orders and rushed back out to attend customers. Ned watched her go, appreciative of all the running around the restaurant she did. He watched again as she rushed behind the serving counter and grabbed the only Perfectly Prepared Pineapple Pie he had made today and cut a slice. Happy to know that someone had decided to give his newest creation a try, Ned returned all of his attention to his baking. He was so focused on keeping tabs on Olive and making his pies, that when he reached for a shriveled black strawberry, he never noticed the man sitting at the customers counter, watching him silently.
Shawn stared up at the giant pie crust that sat atop the small corner side building.
"Pie hole?" He read aloud, making a face at the name. He looked inside and notice how busy the restaurant looked. Deciding that it looked like a decent establishment, Shawn stepped forward and pulled the door open. Stepping through he ignored the little bell that chimed, announcing his presence and searched for a server. He was surprised to find that the only person working out front was a tiny little blond woman who seemed full of energy. He watched curiously as she hustled over to him.
"Hi! Welcome to The Pie Hole. As in "shut your." Or, in this case, "open your," because it's really good." She smiled brilliantly at him and gestured for him to follow. Shawn did as he was bid and sat down at the counter in the center of the restaurant. Before he could get a word in, the perky waitress shoved a menu in front of him.
"We have every kind of pie you could ever possibly want." She paused. "Well. Not every kind. But we have every really good kind, and that's whats really important. Besides, nobody would ever want bad pie so I guess I was right the first time. We have every pie you could ever want. Coffee? Water? Tea?" She stopped in a rush and stared at Shawn expectantly. Taken aback by the sheer amount of energy this woman possessed, it took Shawn a moment to realize that the end of her tirade had been a question.
"Coffee-" He was cut off once again by her smile.
"Excellent choice. Our rush started about two hours ago and I've already downed eight cups of coffee!" She patted him on the back, "The stuffs good, real good. Our espresso machine just got fixed. The stuffs strong too." She gave him a quick wink. "Its been about two hours since my last cup and I'm still jumpin like a jackrabbit runnin from a pack a wolves! I'll be right back with your coffee hun." The excited waitress ran off towards the back of the kitchen and from his spot at the counter Shawn watched as she twirled around the only other worker in the store. A tall gangly man, who shied away from her presence and seemed to have his thick eyebrows drawn in permanent worry.
Turning away from the odd couple Shawn examined the menu. His eyes instantly zeroed in on one specific entry and he knew exactly what he wanted. Setting the menu down Shawn examined the store around him. He told himself not to take note of every hat in the busy establishment, but in telling himself that, ended up counting each and every single one. Irritated with himself, Shawn reached for the creamer and fiddled with his coffee. The waitress eventually flittered over and asked him what he wanted, her energy still not diminished and Shawn ordered the, Perfectly Prepared Pineapple Pie. She took his order down and rushed off and Shawn was left alone to stir his coffee and stare straight ahead.
He was so lost in thought, that he didn't realize that he had been staring at the nervous pie maker until one of the Strawberries that the pie maker had just picked up, suddenly grew bigger and redder and much much fresher. Shawn's eyes widened in surprise and he jumped up from his seat in alarm and crashed right into the exuberant blond waitress. The exuberant blond waitress who just so happened to be carrying a very large tray full of numerous plates of pie and cups of coffee, soda and water. With a startled shriek the waitress went down in a flurry of limbs and a loud crash.