A/N~ Hey Guys, I Know I'm Supposed To Be Typing Up My White Collar Fic., But Writers Block Is A Bitch! Then Right When I Felt Like Doing Something To Take My Mind Off It For Awhile, My New Friend 99DenmonChick99 Gave Me A Prompt For A Psychfic! I Was So Happy That I Nearly Cried! Nearly I Didn't Actually Cry. Well Anyway I Just Hope You Like It. This Is My First Time Uploading Any Of My Psychfics So Enjoy!
P.S. The Number Under The Chapter Name Is The Word Count For The Actual Story Portion Of The Chapter. Just Thought You'd Like That. X3
Prompt-
Shawn and Lassie go to Hawaii for a case but their plane crashes on a deserted island instead? and Lassie has to take care of a wounded Shawn while trying to find a way off said island...during hurricane season no less.
Shassie~ Lassie being in denial at first but then giving in.
Disclaimer~ Sadly I Do Not Own The Awesomeness That Is Psych. I Unfortunately Own Nothing... Literally Nothing Involving Psych. I Haven't Even Gotten Any OF The DVD's Yet.
Chapter 1:
Day 1: A Vacation From Hell
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"I can't believe the Chief made me come with you!" A tall man, with pronounced irish looks, huffed.
"Well Lassie, you were the one who was saying that you'd love to go to Hawaii." A younger man wearing a green shirt and jeans, and perfectly styled hair, remarked with a laugh.
"I did say that I wanted to go, but not with you!" Detective Carlton Lassiter stated bitterly as he sat back in his seat, just wishing for this trip to be over already.
"Oh Carly! That hurts!" Psychic Shawn Spencer said placing a dramatic hand over his chest to cover up the genuine hurt he felt.
"Just shut it Spencer!" Lassiter bit out. "I don't want to deal with your insistent babbling. Just shut your mouth, so this can be over with ASAP!"
To his surprise, Shawn did in fact, shut his mouth. He got up and walked across the aisle and sat on the bench seat. The Chief had gotten them on a small private plane. They were alone and Lassiter hated it and the fact that Shawn seemed to love it. Shawn turned away from him and laid down on the bench seat. Lassiter watched as Shawn put in his earbuds and listened to music. He was a bit worried that he had actually hurt his feeling, but quickly banished those thoughts from his mind.
What do I care if I actually hurt him? It's not like we're friends or anything. Lassiter thought to himself as he looked out the window. All he could see was water, water and, you guessed it, more water. He remembered back on how this had come about in the first place.
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"So you're saying that the plane already left?" The Chief stated more than asked.
"Yes, but the Hawaiian police have already been informed and will grab him as soon as he steps foot off that plane." Lassiter informed her.
"So what did you need from me again?" She asked slightly irritated that her head detective let a criminal escape, board a plane and fly off to Hawaii.
"We need some people to go to Hawaii and transport him back to Santa Barbra." Lassiter explained. "The Hawaiian officials aren't going to send some of their officer to escort him for us."
"And you want to be one of the people to go, is that correct Detective?" She guessed.
"Yes. I let him escape, so I should bring him back." He said.
"Seems reasonable enough. Fine, but I'm getting another person to go with you, got it?" Lassiter nodded. "You're excused." she said, answering her phone which had started ringing.
Lassiter had a rare smile on his face as he exited the the Chief's office and walked to his desk. It stayed there even after he had heard Shawn and Gus enter the station a few minutes later. Just the thought of being hundreds of miles away Spencer made his grin grow, or so he thought. The thought of being so far away from the Psychic actually made his smile shrink a little. He chalked it up the fact that he couldn't rub being his being in Hawaii in the mans face, if that made any sense. However, what was left of his smile quickly faded when he heard the Chief scream.
"Mr. Spencer! My office please!" The Chief screamed from her office doorway.
Shawn, who had been talking to Gus and Juliet, lifted his head and looked like a deer in the headlights. He whispered back and forth with Gus for a few seconds, obviously arguing about what Shawn had done to warrant a trip to the—metaphorically speaking—principle's office, before he lifted himself off his perch on Juliet's desk and quickly ran into the Chief's office, shutting the doors behind him.
Nearly half an hour later, Shawn exited the office with a large Grin on his face. He glanced over at Lassiter's desk and smiled an innocent smile, after which, he walked back to where Gus had been flirting with Juliet. They talked for another few minutes, clearly about what the Chief had wanted with Shawn. Juliet's face brightened up at hearing the news and hugged Shawn. Gus simply smiled and shook his head, seemingly happy, but disbelieving at the same time. Shawn made another glance at towards Lassiter before saying one more thing the Juliet and leaving with Shawn.
Lassiter got up and walked over to Juliet's desk. Juliet had gotten back to work as soon as Shawn and Gus had left.
"What was that about?" He asked.
"What was what about?" She asked innocently, not looking up from her paper work.
"Did Spencer tell you what the Chief wanted him for?" He looked over at the Chief's closed office.
"Why Carlton. Are you worried about Shawn?" She asked as she looked up at him, amusement dancing in her eyes.
He scoffed. "No. I'm just curious as to what she said that made him so excited." He explained. "I have a feeling it's going to be nothing but bad news for me."
Juliet chuckled, causing Lassiter to glare at her. She composed herself and glanced from front doors of the station, where Shawn and Gus had exited from earlier, back to Lassiter.
"Sorry Carlton, but it's classified." She smiled and went back to work.
"What do you mean it's classified?" He asked. "Classified as is Classified, or classified as in Spencer told you not to tell me?"
Juliet chuckled again. "I'll leave that up to yourself to figure out."
Lassiter huffed as he went back to his desk. He decided to forget about Spencer, and instead, think about what he was going to do in Hawaii. The transfer papers would take a bit over a day. He would have an entire day to do what ever he wanted in Hawaii, and he was going to spend the whole time having fun with or without whoever the Chief chose to go with him.
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Lassiter huffed as he leaned back in his seat. He had found, out once he got on the small plane and found him sitting in one of the seats, that the Chief had chosen Shawn Spencer to go with him.
Only god knows why she chose Spencer to go with me. Everyone and their mothers know we don't exactly get along. Maybe that's it; she wants us to get along better. Fat chance that's going to happen. Lassiter thought to himself. He stole a glance at Shawn and saw that the man had fallen asleep. Lassiter was amazed at how still and quiet the normally loud and bouncy man was.
The only sound that came from him was the light snoring, and the only movement was from his eyes. His eyelids were fluttering and his eyes were moving underneath them. Instantly Lassiter was wondering what the man was dreaming about. Was it about what he was going to be doing in Hawaii? Or was it about something back home? He deeply considered that the man might even be dreaming up ways to torture him on this trip. His heart beat a bit faster at the thought of Shawn dreaming about him. He excused it to the horror of what terrors Shawn could dream up. He laid back against his seat, put on his own headphones and closed his eyes.
Might as well get some sleep before we land. He thought as he drifted off.
He was woken up several hours by a frantic Shawn. There was a light flashing and a loud rumbling that drowned out the sounds of Shawn screaming. He opened his eyes and scrambled to his feet, throwing off his headphones in the process.
"What's going on!" Lassiter yelled over the exceedingly loud rumbling.
"The plane!" Shawn yelled back. "I think the engine blew!"
"What!" Lassiter yelled in shock.
Lassiter marched to the pilots cabin and flung the door open.
"What's happening?" He screamed.
The pilot turned at the sound. He had a panicked look, and quickly turned away from Lassiter. He was flipping switches and sliding bars up and down.
"The left engine blew. We're going down!" The pilot yelled, obviously panicking. "I can't get the plane under control!"
Just as Lassiter was about to start screaming profanities at the man, Shawn pushed his way passed him. He was calm, to calm for Spencer. Shawn sat in the co-pilot's seat, which was empty, and put on a head set. He started flipping switches and cranking levers.
"Spencer what in the hell are you doing!" Lassiter screamed. "Your only going to make it worse!"
"No I wont." Shawn yelled in a such serious tone that Lassiter was stunned into silence.
Shawn started to talk into the microphone attached to the head set. Most of what he was saying was drowned out by the noise, but Lassiter could hear bits and pieces.
"Mayday ma... flight 20... g down... may... down... two passengers... pilot... engine blew... longitu... latitude... nd help... going down...repeat... mayday... fligh..."
After Shawn flipped a few more switches the loud sound suddenly became a bit quieter, but the look on Shawn's face told Lassiter that they were not out of danger. Just then Shawn turned back around and began to talk.
"Okay good new and bad news." He began. "Good news is that the plane's not going to crash right away. I also got an SOS sent out on all frequencies, so someone was bound to hear it. Bad news, I had to turn off the left engine so it wouldn't blow, so we're flying on only one engine."
"What does that mean?" Lassiter asked. "Can we make it on one engine?"
"Unfortunately no. We can't." Shawn said somberly. "Eventually we will crash, but if we can find an Island, we can make an emergency landing and not die."
Shawn turned back around flipped a few more switches. He continued talking without looking at them.
"If we can keep the plane in the air until we find an island, then we should be fine."
"And if we don't?" Lassiter asked.
"I don't really want to be floating in the middle of the ocean." Shawn said, and as he pulled another leaver down, he heard Lassiter curse under his breath.
"There's an island about 40 miles north west from here." The pilot said looking at the radar amongst the buttons and switches. "Think we can make it?"
"I'm not sure." Shawn said bushing a few buttons. "But I'm going to damn as hell try!"
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