A/N: I know, I know, I have other fics to be working on. I just needed something to attempt to work through my writer's block/funk with. The "ten random songs" challenge called out to me. Some of these I really wish I'd had more time for, but 'dems da rules. Hope you enjoy, and I swear I am (very slowly) working on Children of Light, To Be a Winchester and my two other yet-unpublished Shassie sequels.
Walk By - Good Charlotte
"C'mon Lassie, you know you want one," Shawn pleaded, jogging to catch up with the detective. Curse Lassie's unnaturally long legs.
"I told you already, Shawn, no," Lassiter replied without so much as a glance back to the younger man. He continued walking down the sidewalk, eying a group of teenagers that passed by. Shawn, though, didn't take one no for an answer, so two nos didn't get him much further.
"Awww, but they're so cute and puppy-ish!"
Time and Time Again - Chronic Future
Carlton knew something was off the moment he got home. It was too quiet. Shawn was always home first, always attempting to make a meal or watching some buddy cop show at insanely loud levels. Right now, their home was dead silent.
That unsettled Lassiter in a way he rarely felt unsettled.
He hung his coat on a hook and moved further into the home. He sincerely hoped this wasn't a surprise party. He hated those. They never ended well. Few things in his life did.
Moving into the kitchen, he found a note, and his heart sunk.
Chump - Green Day
Spencer was at it again. Flailing all over the station, having one of his 'psychic' fits. Distracting real detectives from real, hard work.
Distracting Lassiter from real work.
The so-called psychic writhed against a wall, making his way closer to Carlton. He moaned the entire way, somewhere between pained and aroused, if the detective could properly judge.
California - Frank Sinatra
He'd been here once, and he never thought he'd be here again. It was just a chunk of life that he'd assumed was gone for him.
With Shawn Spencer, though, he'd learned to never make assumptions.
Their song of choice came on over the sound system, filling the room with its slow sound, and he held a hand out to Shawn. For once in his life, the younger man was completely quiet, taking Lassiter's hand and watching him with reverent eyes. They took to the open dance floor and pressed close together, beginning to move in slow circles.
"I love you," Shawn whispered, and Lassiter knew that this time, the marriage was real.
Cold Hard Bitch - Jet
"You-you are-!" Shawn fumbled, running a hand through his hair absently. He met Lassiter's eyes suddenly, pure green flashing out at the detective. That only made the wriggling ball of anger in Carlton's chest swell, though.
"I'm what?" he spat out, familiar with this fight. He and Victoria had it more than enough times before the divorce. Not that he was comparing Shawn to Victoria. He wasn't married to Shawn, god forbid.
"You're..." Shawn continued to fumble for words, which shouldn't have made Lassiter so happy. Suddenly, he surged forward and pressed his mouth to the taller man's.
Mary Without Sound - Motion City Soundtrack
This couldn't be. It just couldn't. Not in his wildest dreams. Or nightmares. Sometimes they were indistinguishable.
Next to him, Shawn inched closer, a dopey smile on his face.
"You're really cute when you're thinking, you know," the psychic stated, smile pushing on those green-hazel eyes and god help him, Carlton's chest swelled a little bit.
"Um, thanks," he muttered, almost shyly, and Shawn smiled more. Yeah, he was lost.
I'll Stand By You - Glee Cast
When he found Shawn, the younger man was on the porch, standing stock-still. Very un-Shawn, and that set off more than a few alarms in Lassiter's mind. Something was wrong here. The younger man had stormed outside a few minutes ago, having just hung up on whomever had called them.
"Shawn?" he quietly ventured, moving out onto the porch as well. "Is everything alright?" Shawn snorted, a distinctly uncharacteristic noise from the usually boisterous man.
"I don't think so, Carlton." Ouch. His first name, the right way. Something was definitely wrong.
"Want to talk about it?" He was so bad at this, at empathy, but he was willing to try for Shawn.
Stuck on You - Elvis Presley
"Will you quit it?" Lassiter finally snapped, turning on a dime to face a rustling ficus tree behind him. It only quit rustling in response. He paused for a moment, then added, "I know you're there Spencer. Quit following me." A beat passed and then Shawn Spencer emerged from his terrible hiding place, not one bit abashed about being found out.
"I can't quit following you," Shawn replied simply. "Not until we talk about it."
"There's nothing to talk about," Lassiter growled.
Fiesta - The Pogues
Really, he didn't know why he let Shawn talk him into these things. The younger man, his boyfriend, had some sort of bizarre power over him. He couldn't explain it without involving wizardry, and that only went to prove how much time he was spending with Spencer.
The bar was loud, festive, full of excitable people, many of which he worked with. He wasn't sure how Shawn had talked them into going to a group happy hour, let alone one at such an... interesting bar. Everyone seemed to be wearing sombreros, including Vick, who was doing shots with Buzz, Gus and Juliet across the table.
Lassiter had refrained, but drank at his own beer while Shawn went to get more tequila for the group and regale other off-duty officers at the bar itself.
Dream On - Aerosmith
He hated feeling like this. His heart was beating against his rib cage like a gorilla trying to escape, and he was actually kind of almost sweating. It was like being some dumb teenager again. Even with Victoria, he hadn't been this nervous.
He fiddled with the box in his pocket and waited for the telltale sound of Shawn coming in. Usually, Shawn was home first, but he'd asked Vick for a shorter shift today so that he could be here first. He'd spent his extra time making the meal, getting things in order and trying to sort himself out, all for this one moment.
Finally, Shawn opened the door. Lassiter could hear him kick off his shoes, almost see him looking around and sniffing at the air as he noticed things were a little different. He made his way into the dining room, where Carlton stood.