Hey everyone! So, another story and this time, it's a slash fic! Scary, I know. Shassie is the only slash pairing that I actually like/read and I'm really nervous to actually write/post about it. So much so that I even asked theflamefangirl to beta for me. There are quite a few notes, so please be patient.
Last spring I thought that it would be interesting to do a Psych fic based off the 2007 film "The Invisible" but I've diverted from it, a lot. So if you've seen the movie, you know the general direction that I'm going.
I picked the title based off a Casting Crowns song, "Does Anybody Hear Her" because, while I was trying to figure out a title by looking at random songs that fit the plot, this song sort of popped out at me even though it doesn't really fit.
This takes place before season 4 starts, so no dating Abigail and no Henry working at the station. I'm not sure where else to place it since it's AU. So let's say after the season 3 Christmas special, maybe even after "Lassie did a Bad, Bad Thing" because Lassie has a different house in this story. There is a slight spoiler for Ep 1x11 "He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not, He Loves Me, Oops He's Dead"
This is a Slash story and should stay at the T rating. There's violence, mutilation(?), supernatural elements, exorcism, strong-ish language, and maybe some mild sex scenes (but no guarantees since I don't know what the ending will be like and I try to avoid writing sex scenes).
Disclaimer: I'm not associated with Psych, The Invisible, Casting Crowns or anything else that I might mention in this story. I have no expertise in anything, especially medicine, so please go easy on me if I get something wrong.
Enjoy!
CHAPTER 1
Tuesday started just like any other day. Well, just like any day that Gus was in San Francisco for a pharmaceutical conference for the week, having given Shawn specific instructions not to call Gus under any circumstances. "It's only 7 days Shawn and I need to be there if I want to stay in good standings with my bosses. Technically, it is only six and a half, so you can totally manage on your own for that long. Please try not to call me unless it's an emergency."
Add onto that not working a case in 10 days, it came as no surprise to Shawn that he was getting bored and lonely by the 3rd day. After playing five different video games before lunch, he decided to check out the police station to see if he could find anything to do, even if it was just a missing pet case.
The station was humming with activity and Shawn was hopeful for a second until he realized that it was just because some famous person was visiting and wanted police protection for their event. Putting on a cheery face, Shawn went in search of his favorite detective.
Nobody knew this except Gus, Shawn himself barely found out a few months ago, but Shawn had a crush on Head Detective Carlton Lassiter. Boy, was that an awkward conversation.
Shawn was just innocently telling Gus about the most recent prank he had pulled on Carlton, when Gus squeaked out, "Oh my God! You like Lassiter!"
Shawn just stared at Gus for a few seconds before shaking his head, "What? Gus, have you tasted some of your samples again?"
Gus leaned forward in his chair. "No Shawn, think about. In the last few years, you've never been on more than 2 dates with the same girl, but you always seem to have time to annoy Lassiter."
"That's because he's such a stick in the mud that it's a battle each day to try and get him to smile!"
"It's like in elementary school when you pull the pigtails of the girl you like."
"Gus, Lassie is neither a girl nor does he have pigtails."
"It's an analogy, Shawn!"
"I can't do this with you right now. I'm going to go get a smoothie. Maybe it will give you some time to get your mind off the crazy theory train." Shawn quickly made his way to the door, ignoring Gus' parting words.
"Shawn, if anyone needs to get off the crazy train, it's you. For once, you can't see what's right in front of you."
Needless to say, neither one of them brought it up again, although Gus paid closer attention whenever they were around Carlton, and Shawn toned down his antics, just a smidge.
Shawn quickly spotted Carlton hunched over a report on his desk, angrily tapping his pen. Shawn hesitated for a second before taking a deep breath and bounding over. "Hey Lassie! How's it hanging? Got any juicy cases that I can look at?"
Carlton didn't looked up as he growled, "No. Now go away, I don't have time for your hijinks today."
"Why not?" Shawn pouted as he sat on the edge of the desk, bouncing his leg awfully close to Carlton's leg. "Hijinks are so much fun! They are made to brighten your day!"
Carlton snapped his head up and glared at Shawn. "I'm only going to say this once and then I want you to leave and never come back! I do not need you and I do not want you anywhere near my cases, my desk, or even my station. Now get out of here before I do something that only one of us will regret, mainly you."
Shawn gaped at Carlton. He had only heard Carlton use that tone of voice a few times, and never directed at himself. It was usually reserved for only the most heinous of criminals, mainly child molesters/murderers. "You don't mean that, do you?" Shawn asked softly, his heart about ready to break.
"Yes, I do. I am tired of you mucking up my life! Go sell your psychic crap to some other department. I'm through." With that, Carlton grabbed his papers and stormed off.
Shawn sat stunned for a few seconds until he felt a light touch on his arm. Looking up, he found Juliet giving him a hesitant smile. "Hey Jules!" Shawn croaked. She frowned as he cleared his throat. "What's up?" He felt the tears at the corners of his eyes, but refused to let them fall, especially not in front of Juliet.
"Nothing much. Are you okay? I mean, I saw Carlton snap at you, but I didn't hear what he said." She smiled as she rubbed his arm.
"Aw, nothing he hasn't said before." 'Just not in that tone,' Shawn mentally added.
"Carlton has been a real menace these past few days, ever since his mother came to visit. I know that they don't get along well, but I didn't realize how bad it was. That celebrity in town is not helping either, asking for Carlton by name. He has been staying late every night, usually until the chief kicks him out. I think that his mother leaves tomorrow, so you might want to stay clear of him for the next couple days, at least until he calms down."
"Thanks for warning Jules," Shawn smiled bigger than he was comfortable with as he got off the desk. "You know what, I just remembered that I'm supposed to have dinner with my dad tonight and I don't want to be late."
"Oh, okay," Juliet said confusedly as she glanced her watch. It was barely 2pm. "Well, I know that Gus doesn't get back until the weekend, but I have tomorrow off, if you want to hang out?"
"Yeah, I'll let you know. Bye," Shawn hastily left before the tears started to fall.
Shawn ambled into his dad's house around five, after finding nothing to do at the Psych office. He barely got out a "Hey dad!" before Henry cut him off.
"I don't have time right now for you or your cases, Shawn. It's poker night and I'm running late as it is. The washer picked today of all days to break down on me and now the floor is soaking wet. So unless you want to grab a mop, I suggest that you scram."
Shawn took one look at Henry's tired and irritated face before nodding and heading back out the door. "I'll see you later then," he mumbled as he shut the door behind him.
Shawn put on his helmet and straddled his bike, but then just sat there, staring at his father's house. What the hell was wrong with him? He was yelled at twice today and all he wanted to do was to curl up in a ball and let the world pass him by. When did he become such a wimp?
Hearing thunder off in the distance, Shawn quickly kicked his bike into life and headed for his apartment. By the time he got there, it was pouring outside. But Shawn did not care; he had some packing to do. He decided that he needed a break, just for a couple days since Gus would kill him if he took off for a long span of time. Thinking about his options, he decided to go to Oregon. He had not been there in almost a decade, not since he was kicked off that hazelnut farm for starting a food fight that ended with someone losing an eye.
After throwing a few days worth of clothes in his backpack, Shawn collapsed into a chair and waited for the storm to pass.