Disclaimer: I don't any of Psych
Alternate Ending to "Earth, Wind and...Wait for it"
"Shawn!" She screams herself hoarse, but her partner is there, holding her back, and there, there, is the place where he vanished, just before the building exploded. Then, just then, the world slowed down, and they saw everything in sickening slow-motion. But now, now everything is moving too fast, and she wants it to slow down. She screams, and agonizing noise ripping from her throat.
His car. Right there. There is no question of where he is. Any bit of hope she had is gone.
"Shawn!" She yells, pulling free of the people surrounding herm runs to the building, but then there is smoke, and lots of it. The world becomes a hazy gray blur. She is choking on the air, and abandons the attempt to get inside. Still though, still, there is no way she can just stand there not doing anything. Somehow, though, her body isn't listening. She sinks to the ground, sobbing and choking. It is hard for her to breathe as she looks around for Shawn. Finally, finally, she glimpses a gurney. She struggles to get up, and as she half-rises, half-stumbles, a steadying hand is at her elbow. She doesn't stop to thank whoever it is, merely staggers over to the stretcher that has released a bubble of hope (and fear) in her chest. She thinks she spots a feebly moving chest and weak movements before her vision is blocked by her partner.
"We need to get you out of here," he says urgently, not understanding. After all, doesn't he see, has he not noticed that Shawn is there, broken and wheezing, but there?
Half-formed protests fall from her numb lips, but he doesn't seem to hear.
He steers her away, to a paramedic. She dimly hears her partner asking for assistance, to help her please, and vaguely notices Gus, sitting on a gurney, breathing in oxygen, but nothing registers as her gaze wanders back to the body. Shawn's body. But now, her breath hitches in her chest, because they are covering him in a black bag. Shawn. Her brain has not yet caught up to what she is seeing, but her body is quicker. She sinks to the ground for a second time, hearing yells of alarm around her, but even as she falls and the edges of the world gray to black, she only has room for one thought.
Shawn is dead.
A/N What do you think? I have more of this story written out, but it is just Juliet's POV at different times after his death. Plus, the writing is worse, so if I do decide to post it, it may be a little while (so I can edit it).