Author's Notes:

Here is another installment of my Psych/Moonlight crossover series called Moonlighing. It takes place after "No Such Thing As Psychics" but before "Out of the Past and Into the Fire" so it could be considered story 1.5. There are going to be elements of the TV series "Chuck" in this one too.

As always, you don't have to know anything about Moonlight or Chuck to get this story because it is very Psych centric.

I do not own Psych, Moonlight, or Chuck.

12:04 Wake Up Call

Chapter 1- The First Day of the Rest of Your Eternity

Shawn Spencer groaned as he woke up. It had only been the first night/day he had been at Josef's but he knew this communal sleeping/freezer thing was not going to work. One of his other room mates for the week, Morgan Grimes shared his sentiments as each glared at Detective Carlton Lassiter who was still blissfully asleep, and snoring. Shawn grabbed a pillow and was about to stick it over Carlton's mouth when Morgan stopped him. "C'mon man, it's not worth it. We have to get up soon anyway." Putting the pillow down with a sigh, Shawn got up and started getting ready for a night of training.

Having been turned into a vampire the previous week, the trio was still reeling at the ramifications that immortality would bring. They were faster, stronger, and smarter... but at what cost? Eventually losing everyone they cared about was at the top of the list, and not craving food was a close second, at least for Shawn. Sure they could eat and taste still, but if the thought of eating his former favorite foods interested him as much as he eating wet cardboard, what was the point?

Shawn nudged Carlton with his bare foot in an attempt to wake him up. The detective shot up, reaching for his gun that wasn't there and looked around dazed. Apparently he wasn't a morning person any more than Shawn was. "Rise and shine Lassie, welcome to your first day of hell." Shawn managed a pretty good drill sergeant voice for being so tired.

"Damn it Spencer..." Carlton moaned pathetically, "I was having the best dream."

Shawn snorted, "You were having the loudest dream." Referring to his snoring.

Morgan shook his head and walked out of the freezer before things got ugly between the two detectives. He thought their relationship was probably one of the worst Love/Hate ones he had seen since the one between his soon to be father in law John Casey and himself. When the two finally emerged from the freezer, both seemed to temporarily not be speaking to each other.

The small group gathered around a table in the middle of the living area. No one was really sure what they were supposed to do or if it was ok for them to grab some blood, which they were all craving badly. Mick had explained the night before that as they age, the need for blood lessens somewhat, but as new turns they would need a lot.

Shawn turned and looked at the clock while drumming his fingers. It was just after midnight and it had been dark for a while. He wondered why no one had woken them sooner. Carlton slapped his fingers to stop them from drumming. "Ow!" Shawn pulled his hand back and waved it around, trying to dull the pain and glared at the other vampire.

"So um… are either of you guys nervous about this whole thing?" Morgan looked expectantly at the two men, "Because if someone were nervous in this situation they would have a legitimate reason and wouldn't be ridiculed for it right?" Morgan put on his best fake smile to completely assure them that he wasn't talking about himself at all.

Shawn saw through it, "Look, dude…we're delving into really uncharted territory here, way outside the norm and I don't think anyone would really look down on you for being scared."

"Speak for yourself. I fully intend to get through this week with as little interaction with you as possible, before going back to my normal duties as Head Detective." Carlton said haughtily, even though Shawn knew him enough to know he was just spouting bull to look tough.

Josef and Mick took that moment to walk into the sitting room. "Oh good, you're all awake." Josef stated as he approached. "I am going to leave training tonight with Mick. I have an unexpected guest I need to deal with and can't join you tonight." Turning to Mick he said, "If you really need me for anything let me know, otherwise… have fun."

As Josef walked off, Mick rolled his eyes and left the room for a moment himself, returning with blood filled glasses for each of them, before taking a seat at the table. "You get enough rest?"

"No." Both Morgan and Shawn shook their heads at the same time Carlton said "Yes." while reaching for a glass of blood. Each took tentative sips, while eyeing each other.

Mick hid a smile and sipped at his blood. It did take a bit of getting used to for new turns to 'drink socially.' "I let you guys get extra sleep. You need your rest. Even vampires can get worn out, as Shawn here knows."

Mick, Carlton, and Morgan all jumped as Shawn's cup exploded in his hand, covering his arm in glass and blood.

"Sorry." Shawn mumbled before grabbing a towel and cleaning up the mess. He didn't like to be reminded of what had happened to him. He knew it was inevitable that he face it eventually, but he had too much on his figurative plate already. Coping would have to come later.

"Jeez Spencer." Carlton wiped a bit of blood off his pants that had splattered. "Watch it."

Shawn gathered up the broken glass in the towel and headed for the kitchen. He caught Mick's attention and motioned for him to follow. Once both were in the kitchen and the glass was thrown away, Shawn turned to Mick. "Dude, you know how much I appreciate all of this, but could you tone down the 'Shawn would know this.' Stuff? Something might slip out because of it and Lassie can't know about you know what."

"Alright man, but you aren't going to be able to keep this from him forever. Keeping a secret for a few years is one thing; eternity is an entirely different matter." Mick lectured.

Shawn tsked in frustration. "I'll tell him eventually ok? Just not yet." Mick held his hands up in surrender before following Shawn back to the sitting room.

When they entered, Carlton was more than a little suspicious. "What's with the private pow wow?"

Shrugging off the question, Shawn replied, "Mick was just interested in a recipe for blood sausage. My grandma used to have such a good one I couldn't help but share it."

Not believing his excuse for a second, he wanted to say something else but he knew arguing with Shawn when he was like this is like arguing with a brick wall, a side stepping, double speaking brick wall. "Whatever Spencer." He grumbled before paying attention to Mick, who had remained standing next to the table.

Mick waited for the three men to look at him before he spoke. As much fun as the night before was with chatting and movies, he knew they didn't have a lot of time to get things done and he needed to speed things up. "Ok guys, first of all, this week is not going to be easy or pretty. This is the crash course of everything vampire and you are going to have to learn it fast." Mick ran a hand through his hair. "I'm not going to be able to teach you everything. I can teach you what it is like to be a vampire, but you have to learn for yourselves what your limits are. Everyone is different."

"Our limits?" Morgan's brow scrunched. "Like, how fast we are and stuff?"

"Kind of, also your mental limits. Remember what Josef said, each one of you is a ticking time bomb. Eventually, something is going to happen to set you off. It is not an if, it is a when." Mick knew all about getting set off, but he always hoped that the good he tried to do offset the horrors he had inflicted upon others in the past. "Knowing your limits will eventually be the difference between getting a little peeved off, and massacring a small village."

Shawn smiled at the joke, but when Mick's tense features didn't change he realized, it wasn't one. "Dude, I don't know about you, but I don't think massacre is really in the cards for me." He could never imagine anyone at the table, even Mick, doing something like that. Sure, when he thought Mick was out to kill him, he had defended himself but that was different…right?

Mick raised an eyebrow and walked over to Shawn. He cocked his head and put a hand to his chin, considering something for a moment. Shawn as just about to ask what he was doing when Mick pulled back and landed a blow right to Shawn's jaw, knocking the psychic and the chair backwards.

"What the-?"

"Hey!"

The protests of the other men were cut short when Shawn rolled to his feet and took up an aggressive stance, fangs bared and ready to fight. He surged forward with a loud screech, trying to get to Mick. Fortunately Morgan, who was closest, caught him around the waist and held him back, but only barely. "Holy crap—dude!" Morgan growled through clenched teeth as he strained to hold onto the lunging Shawn.

It only took a moment for Shawn to come back to his senses but by that time the point had been made. His tensed muscles went slack and he panted. "What the hell…" Morgan made sure he was ok before letting him go. Shawn mutely righted the chair and sat down in it, not meeting anyone's gaze.

"What the hell did you do that for?" Carlton demanded. If Shawn's feral reaction caused the detective to be surprised, the cowed reaction afterwards had floored him.

Mick shot him a stern look. "You guys need to start realizing this isn't a game! The only reason you all are breathing right now is because Josef and I think you are worth trying to help. No vampire can survive on its own as young as you guys are. Each of you has had more luck than I can imagine to get you this far and a hell of a lot of willpower to boot." He let his words sink in for a few moments before continuing, "Call it the Hyde to your Jekyll or whatever but the truth is, there is a part of you now that you have to learn to control, before it controls you."

Ten minutes later, they were all finished with their "breakfast" and had gone to the personal gym in Josef's penthouse a few floors up from where they were staying. Shawn remembered the items he had seen there the night before when he went to stand on the balcony. It had been turned into a vampire training room for the purpose of their stay. Silver knives, stakes, and other torturous implements were sitting on a table at the far end of the room. The rest was a bit of gym equipment and a couple things hanging from the ceiling, which was about 30 feet up.

Mick gathered them all together in the center of the room on a mat and motioned for them to sit. "Ok guys. First off, the thing you have to learn first is control. There are four F's you have to know that will cause you to change if you are not careful. They are pretty much the baser instincts you have to push back in order to keep your head. Fight and flight responses are the big ones. There is also 'feed.' When you feed, not just drinking from a glass or a bag, you will change. It also counts if you get too hungry. Keeping yourself sated is one way to stop this." The three men nodded in understanding.

Carlton raised a hand, and the other two shot him a look that said 'Really?' "How often do we need to…um." He felt incredibly weird saying "feed."

"For now, twice a day minimum." Mick stressed. "Any less and you may get too hungry. Shawn tells me that you two have a coroner that you have a deal with. Shawn and Carlton nodded. "Good. You will need it."

"So, what is the deal with the fourth F?" Shawn asked.

Mick smiled, "That is one that will be almost impossible to control. Unfortunately it is part of the reason that a lot of human and vampire relationships do not work out. Lust and love making are also baser instincts, so the last f stands for Fu…"

Shawn held his hand up, "Ok. Got it. No need to explain."

Mick nodded and got to the point. "You are going to have to figure that last one out on your own, since you all have girlfriends it shouldn't be a problem, but here we are going to focus on the first three. I am going to see how far I need to push you, before you change. First, let's test your anger." Mick always thought this part was fun. "Lassiter you're going first."

Carlton pursed his lips and stood up, facing Mick. He was confident his police training would help with self-control. Spencer doesn't have the field experience I do. He thought confidently. Mick won't get me that easily. Mick aimed a punch for his face and hit him square in the nose. Carlton grit his teeth at the pain but told himself that it would heal. Cupping his nose he growled out, "Son of a bitch!" and looked up.

Mick could honestly say he was surprised the detective stayed calm. Looking behind the wincing Carlton, Mick made sure Shawn was doing ok. It had only looked like both men sitting on the ground had grimaced in sympathy pain for the detective's broken nose, but Shawn's was actual pain, being able to feel what his fledgling was going through. "Ok, I can see this will take another tactic. Shawn come here." Carlton gave Mick a weird look as Shawn stood and came over. "I don't know him as well as you do, so I need a favor."

Shawn considered what Mick was implying for a moment before slowly grinning. "Oh, this is going to be good."

"What?" Carlton looked up after his nose had healed and glanced between the two men confused. Surely Mick didn't expect Shawn of all people to beat him up.

Taking a stand in front of Carlton, Shawn looked at him with sympathy. "Remember Lassie, this is for your own good." He took a deep breath as he saw Carlton tense for a physical blow. Unfortunately for him, Shawn was more of an expert at verbal blows, after all, he had Henry Spencer for a father. "Ed Schultz is better than Rush Limbaugh."

Carlton relaxed his stance and gaped in surprise. Why the hell is Spencer talking about talk radio hosts? Carlton wasn't really one for talk radio but in his opinion, Ed Schultz was a left wing douche bag compared to Rush. "What the hell are you playing at Spencer?"

Shawn continued, "Clint Eastwood should stick to acting, because his directing sucks."

"Shut up!" This was seriously really starting to piss Carlton off. Mick had said they needed to take things seriously and Shawn was doing the opposite of that.

Morgan, getting what Shawn and Mick were doing, added his own verbal jab at the detective. "Global warming is real."

Breathing heavily and starting to see red, Carlton growled, "I'm warning you guys…"

Mick watched with a smirk, he was a detective himself and could easily see how much Shawn frustrated Carlton, and was glad his plan was working. The guy was practically foaming at the mouth.

Shawn figured it would only take one more to cause the detective to completely lose it, so he made it a doozy. "The NRA should be disbanded."

With that last statement Carlton's face changed and he charged the psychic. Shawn moved quickly out of the way as Mick jumped on him and pinned him to the floor. "Okay, okay. Calm down!"

Carlton bucked and struggled for a few more seconds before giving up. "I am going to get you for this Spencer." His threat was empty and everyone knew it.

Mick got up and offered him a hand, Carlton took it and brushed himself off. He should have gotten what they were trying to do to him sooner, and he might have been able to prepare for it. His pride was more than a little hurt. Shawn draped an arm around him.

"No hard feelings Lassie. Remember, the first step of being a vampire is admitting you have anger issues."

Using two fingers and being sure to squeeze, he removed Shawn's arm from himself, getting some satisfaction at the 'OW!' the action caused. "Don't get cocky Spencer." He smiled evily, "You guys are next."

Five hours later, Mick was pretty sure he had a baseline on what each guy was capable of, control wise.

Carlton had a very quick temper when it came to verbal jabs and Shawn, but it was evident to Mick that the guy had a huge threshold for pain.

Morgan was like Shawn in the fact that when nervous, he talked a lot, but he was not very quick to anger. They ended up goading him into changing eventually, but it took Shawn saying that the new Star Wars were better than the old ones having remembered Gus' reaction to a snot nosed brat saying it and figured it was worth a shot. As for pain, Morgan was one to over react, even if he wasn't exactly afraid of getting hurt.

Shawn however, was a different matter entirely. No amount of verbal harassment any of them could think of, short of insulting his friends, caused Shawn to get angry. Carlton blamed it on who his father was. If he had spent a life time with that man he would be an emotional rock too. Pain though, as they had figured out earlier, was a good way to get Shawn angry and despite his exuberant demeanor, Shawn had a cold fury when really angry.

Carlton hadn't believed it when he saw it. They had moved up to silver, he knew that was how Shawn was injured before, but didn't expect the reaction it got. Mick had told them they could move around and try to fight back rather than just stand there and be stabbed. As Shawn tried to dodge, Mick caught him by the neck and pushed him up against the wall, nicking him in the midsection with the silver blade. Shawn's eyes had changed as he gasped in pain.

Mick backed off and lowered the weapon. He was about to give Shawn some pointers on keeping calm while injured, when he got bowled over and knocked to the ground. Shawn was on top of him punching him in the face. Unbeknownst to any of the others, Shawn was not seeing Mick anymore.

Mick, who had been staked and paralyzed at the time, never saw how the vampire who turned Shawn and Morgan had pushed Shawn up against a wall and run him through with that same silver knife. Aaron then proceeded to tell Shawn all about how his girlfriend would die at her partner's hands… and he would make him watch it. The move Mick had used on him, even though it was training, had been too similar and the triggered memory made all the emotions of that moment flood back. He had wanted to kill Aaron himself then, and almost had if Gus wouldn't have stopped him.

"Whoa!" Carlton and Morgan had grabbed Shawn off the other vampire until Mick got to his feet.

Wiping the blood from his nose and lip, Mick exclaimed, "What was that for?"

Shawn shrugged, trying to look nonchalant "Sorry man, I kinda lost myself for a second. You know… the adrenaline… cuz I'm a man and all." It was probably the most unconvincing act Shawn had ever put on, but at the time he was still too shaken up at the experience to care. "Um, would I be able to take a break for a bit. I need some air."

"Go ahead. We are almost done for the night anyway." Mick replied.

Carlton watched Shawn head out of the room and thought about what Shawn must have had to go through for the days he never knew what he was. Then being kidnapped by a crazed vampire on top of it must have done a number on his head, not that Carlton thought he was all that stable to begin with. Sooner or later, he figured he would find out about it, but for now he had to focus on his own training and not worry about the damaged psychic too much.

Shawn wandered towards the elevator, figuring he could go down to the floor they were staying on and sit alone for a while. He knew he wasn't doing a very good job of controlling his anger and really didn't want to disappoint anyone. Even though Shawn knew it wasn't their fault, he felt a bit of bitterness towards Carlton and Morgan, because they hadn't gone through what he had but he also hoped they would never have to.

With the conflicting emotions and disappointment in himself at the forefront of his mind, he almost missed the raised voices coming down the hallway out of Josef's office. He would have continued on, remembering that Josef didn't want to be disturbed, if he hadn't heard one of the voices say his name. Curiosity won out, as always happens with Shawn, and he walked up to the door. He sniffed and was able to smell another vampire besides Josef… and that voice. He could have sworn he recognized it.

Shawn knocked on the door and tentatively opened it. "Josef, is that you man?" Stepping into the office he saw Josef sitting on his side of the desk facing a man with blond hair, dressed in a suit. The man turned around and Shawn's jaw dropped.

Pierre Despereaux, art thief extraordinaire and apparent vampire smiled slowly at the shocked expression on Shawn's face, "Mr. Spencer," His cultured voice drawled. "We were just discussing you."

End Notes: Yes, I went there. Despereaux is a vampire. When you think about all the stuff the guy does: wearing heavy clothes and gloves even in California, jumps off of buildings, escapes from jail like it was nothing, disappears when people's backs are turned for a second... it all starts to make sense ;)

Anywho, I am having Shawn be super angsty in this one because honestly, the guy has gone through a lot so far in the story. Carlton and Morgan don't quite have the grasp of the situation that he does so far so they are handling it better than he is, for now.