Author Note: Hey Guys!

I had this idea and I wanted to get it in to words. I might be rather slow on updating this. It just depends when I have the time as college is hectic. Anyway, i hope you enjoy this and please comment, positive or negative. Just no flamers please! They kill my ju ju bees.

Shawn had always been aware of his special talent. Always. He knew things, things he could not possibly have known. Things in the past and things that were going to happen. His father, Detective Henry Spencer knew Shawn was different. His son would go into a trance like state for up to as long as five minutes. Henry took him to the doctors once, wondering if he had an epileptic fit. The scans of his brain showed unusual activity. Areas of his brain that were usually remain dormant were lit up brightly on the screen and a section of his brain baffled the doctor, and all of the other specialist doctors that came into view him. Shawn had extra brain tissue that no one else had. The reason for it, Henry now knew. His son was unusually perceptive and had an eidetic memory for sight, sound and all of his senses. But he was also very sensitive, he saw things that others did not. Visions. Of every possible future, of things that happened in the past. Things that are happening this very moment in another part of the world. By the time Shawn was ten, he had seen most of his adult life. He knew what was coming, what would be said and yet Shawn Spencer wasn't afraid.

"I need to call the police" Shawn whispered to the girl on his lap. She leaned in, kissed him on the cheek and whispered hotly in his ear,

"You are cop?"

"What no!" Shawn denied. "Hoping I'd have handcuffs?" he replied cheekily. The girl giggled and ran her hand through his hair.

"It was the store manager. See his hands? Nervous tick. ….On Channel Five news right now! I'm looking at him! What? Oh my name…. it's Shawn…Spencer. Ok, thanks"

Shawn looked back at the girl in front of him. For once he had embraced life and tried not to think of the future. But even though he had never met Juliet, it felt like he was cheating on her.

"Look, I'm sorry" Shawn began.

"Sorry? What you got to be sorry for huh?" she replied smiling, stroking his thigh.

"You've got to go. This isn't going to work out. I'm sorry."

"So after all that flirting downstairs, you bring me up here to say it's NOT going to work out!" she told him, dangerously.

Shawn looked ashamed but looked her in the eyes. "We wouldn't work out anyway. You're going to meet someone special, someone who loves you for you."

She collapsed on the sofa, giving up. "Everyone searches for their soul mate" she said bitterly.

"You won't need to. Give it a week, his name is Mark" Shawn told her truthfully.

"You seem to be oddly sure" she looked at him strangely.

Shawn just smiled. "I am. You'll find happiness"

After an awkward goodbye she was gone and Shawn sighed.

Shawn glanced at the clock. The phone was going to ring in approximately twenty minutes. He had time to change.

Shawn got changed, put on his shoes and grabbed his mobile and shoved it in his pocket, and then the landline began to ring. He picked it up. As he thought, it was the station asking him to come in.

Shawn wondered why he should even go. He knew they weren't going to believe him anyway. Shawn hadn't had a vision where Detective Lassiter had actually believed him! When that happened the world would end for sure. He would meet Juliet there though. Shawn knew it was time to pull the psychic card. He had known it was coming for ages. What was the harm in lying when he was telling the truth?

Shawn took his motorcycle and parked it opposite the station. Shawn gazed at it for a moment; this was the place he would spend a lot of his time in the future. It seemed so familiar, yet he had never stepped foot inside.

Shawn walked through the front door and was amazed at how he felt, he felt at home. All of his 'friends' were here. There was Officer Allen at the front desk, Buzz making photocopies in the photocopying room and here Lassie and Lucinda came marching toward him.

"Mr Spencer would you like to come with us" Lucinda asked. Shawn smiled and nodded, trying not to let them know he was nervous. They would have thought that he was guilty. Shawn was also secretly excited; this was the moment where he embraced himself for who he is.

Shawn was lead to interrogation room b and Lassiter shouted at him for a good while Lucinda stared at him menacingly.

"Look, how did you get this information? We just need a reason then you can go"

Shawn smiled slightly. Knowing that the Chief was on the way.

"I'm psychic" Shawn said right before the Chief opened the door.

"Shawn" The Chief gasped. "I just got the information that you had been brought in for questioning"

"Wait, so you are saying you got the information because you're psychic?" Lassiter asked in disbelief ignoring the Chief.

"You've admitted it?" The Chief asked. "Are you sure you are ready?"

"More than ever Chief. I've known this was coming in a long time. And let me say, I wouldn't miss it for the world" Shawn laughed slightly thinking of all the good times he was going to have.

The Chief smiled. "Detectives, what is Mr Spencer in for?"

"He called in a tip about who committed those radio robberies. He confessed" Lucinda explained.

"Well, this man here is a psychic. I have known his father for years and believe me… I know."

"Chief! You can't really believe he is psychic! He's a fraud!" Lassiter almost shouted. The Chief just raised her eyebrows.

"Care to prove it?" The Chief asked Shawn warily.

"The guy in the interrogation room A is guilty, you'll find the red shards all over his left arm and in his shoe. You love Horses and have a fear of snow globes. You are also in a relationship with Lucinda even though you are barely separated and she will be transferred to another unit tomorrow afternoon"

Lassiter's mouth dropped open.

"Don't worry Lassie. You don't have to say anything." Shawn smiled patting him on the shoulder.

"Did… did you tell anyone about us?" Lassiter asked Lucinda accusingly. Her eyes went shocked,

"Of course not! Do you think I really wanted everyone to think I was working myself up the ladder the hard way?"

Neither realised that they just admitted it to the Chief and had set their sentence.

"Mr Spencer. The charges against you are dropped; you are no longer a suspect in this investigation. You are not the partner we are looking for"

"Of course I'm not. His partner is dead. That's why I didn't mention him in the tip"

The Chief looked impressed and nodded to show she understood.

"Detectives, I will see you in my office in five minutes. Go" She instructed, and the two detectives stood up and excited quickly from the room.

"Shawn…" the Chief began, wondering how she could phrase it.

"I will be back in tomorrow to help with the McCallum case… you'll get a call tomorrow morning. I would help you solve it now but technically it hasn't happened yet. Good luck with the phone call you're about to make…" Shawn told her, knowing she was about to call his dad, "He's gonna be shocked."

Shawn made his way to exit missing the Chief's amused face but he stopped right by the door. "Oh, and would you tell my dad not to go fishing this weekend, tell him I said so"

Then Shawn was gone. He had quite enjoyed that. Of course he had to spill the beans on Lassie's and Lucinda's relationship. Lucinda had to be transferred to Jules could transfer in. He felt a little guilty but knowing that Lassiter was to fall in love with Marlowe….. Their relationship would have crumbled anyway.

Shawn knew what he had to do next. He had to find his best friend and tell him before he found out from someplace else. Mainly his dad calling to ask if he knew he was going to do this. Shawn had about an hour which was plenty time to stop by for pineapple smoothies on the way.

Author Note: Thanks for reading this all of the way through. I wasn't actually sure if this is any good. Please leave a review and let me know whether you want me to continue or not.