Truth in Lyrics Chapter 1: I Love to Hate You, a psych fanfic

TRUTH IN LYRICS

Chapter One: I Love to Hate you

Summary: Mainly a collection of Songfics. A psychotic maniac kidnaps Lassie and Shawn and injects them with something that makes them sing the truth… And through the course of fifteen different songs, will Shawn and Lassiter ACCEPT this truth??? Better then it sounds ^ ^

Disclaimer: I don't own Psych or the song "I Love to Hate You".

A/N: If you want to listen to the song as you read it, here's the link. .com/watch?v=7AY88BQZWos. The video is a little scary, but the song works for them.

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Carlton Lassiter hated waking up in a hospital bed. He had been a reckless kid, and often found himself waking to white walls, white sheets and that horrible hospital smell. Once or twice in his career, he had been injured enough on the job to have to come here. But it didn't make him hate it any less. Quite the contrary, in fact.

For a moment, he couldn't remember what he had done to end up here. Then, bits and pieces of memory began to flash back to him…

"A crazy psychopath? Yay! Count me in!"

Lassiter glared down into Shawn's cheerful face. "What kind of person hears 'crazy psychopath' and thinks 'yay'?"

"The kind of person who loves drama!!" Shawn crooned. "I call shotgun."

Lassiter rolled his eyes. "Spencer, O'Hara is sick, Gus has opted out and I'm driving. There's no one to compete with for shotgun."

Shawn didn't seem to be listening as he hurried over to the car, barely able to contain his excitement. Lassiter groaned.

"I can't believe Chief Vick is actually making me take you along."

Lassiter frowned even now. Chief Vick had insisted that Shawn's psychic abilities may come in handy when dealing with Roderick McCullen. The man was insane, and vicious, and Vick wanted Shawn to try and see into his mind?? That was the last thing Lassiter would wish on anyone. Another memory returned.

Shawn and Lassiter finally arrived at the abandoned parking garage, where it was rumored Roderick had been squatting. They parked just outside and Lassiter entered the parking lot ahead of Shawn, his hand cautiously on his gun holster.

Not one to be out-flanked, Shawn shifted in front of Lassiter and rolled into the parking garage, rolling head over heels until he crouched behind the meter, humming the mission impossible theme all the while. Making one hand into the shape of a gun, he used the other hand to signal to Lassiter with his hand.

Lassiter sighed. "Spencer, you're making those signals up. That doesn't even mean anything."

Cheerfully ignoring him, Shawn rolled behind a column. Just as Shawn disappeared behind the concrete column, a gun began firing, shots first landing at the space Shawn had occupied a moment before, then raining down on Lassiter.

Lassiter swore and dove clumsily behind the meter. To his disbelief, when he looked over at Shawn, the man was snickering. "told you so", Shawn mouthed.

Lassiter pulled out his gun.

"My name is Detective Carlton Lassiter!" He called out, "Cease fire immediately."

"Yeah, that's gonna work." Shawn muttered. "Great line of reasoning to use with a psychopath."

There had been the sound of a dart gun going off, and Shawn had crumpled to the ground unexpectedly, a tranquilizer dart in his back. Lassiter had only had time to call out Shawn's name, and look up into the face of Roderick, before he, too, collapsed.

Lassiter had remembered the time in between then and now only in tiny flashes. He had woken once to see Roderick injecting him with something, again to see Shawn, gazing blearily at him from a few feet away, and once more to see Juliet standing over him, shouting their names. Then nothing, until he had woken in the hospital.

Suddenly, Lassiter realized he was not alone in the room. Shawn lay on the bed only a few feet away, and he appeared to be sleeping still. A strange, tender feeling filled Lassiter as he looked at the sleeping man. Poor Shawn… he was always determined to look upon every situation lightly. And now he was unconscious, probably with whatever Roderick had injected him with flowing through his veins. What if it had been poison?

Lassiter scowled. What did he care? Sure, he didn't wish Shawn dead, but the man meant nothing to him. He was just a pain in the neck. Nothing more.

Without warning, Lassiter's legs swung over the side of the bed and he stood, ripping the IV out of his hand. He stared at Shawn, then opened his mouth and began to sing.

"I'm crazy flowing over with Ideas, a thousand ways to woo a lover so sincere, Love and hate what a beautiful combination, Sending shivers up and down my spine"

He marched over to Shawn's bed, anger shown in every line of his body and the set of his jaw. He couldn't seem to make himself stop singing, but… for some reason he felt no real reason to stop. It was as if every word he was singing had been locked up inside of him for far too long.

"For every casanova that appears, My sense of hesitation disappears, Love and hate what a beautiful combination, Sending shivers up and down my spine"

Shawn opened his eyes and stared at the man above him, as if trying to figure out what was going on. Lassiter ignored the confused look.

"And the lovers that you sent for me, Didn't come with any satisfaction guarantee, So I return them to the sender, And the note attached will read, How I love to hate you, I love to hate you, I love to hate you, I love to hate you"

Shawn smiled unexpectedly and stood, patting Lassiter's cheek mockingly. He too, began to sing.

"Oh you really still expect me to believe, Every single letter I receive, Sorry you, what a shameful situation, Sending shivers up and down my spine"

Lassiter sneered, moving away from Shawn's hand and circling the man as if preparing for a fight. He raised one eyebrow.

"Oh I like to read of murder mystery, I like to know the killer isnt me, Love and hate what a beautiful combination, Sending shivers make me quiver, Feel it sliver up and down my spine"

Shawn shrugged carelessly, ceasing the circling to face Lassiter across the room

"And the lovers that you sent for me, Didnt come with any satisfaction guarantee, So I return them to the sender, And the note attached will read, How I love to hate you, I love to hate you, I love to hate you, I love to hate you"

Lassiter stopped moving as well, and stared at Shawn as if he had never seen him before.

"And the lovers that you sent for me, Didnt come with any satisfaction guarantee, So I return them to the sender, And the note attached will read, How I love to hate you, I love to hate you"

Shawn began marching across the room towards him, only stopping them they were toe to toe, humor versus anger.

They both sang the last two lines at the same time. "I love to hate you, I love to hate you!"

Then, the door to their room swung open. The nurse hesitated in the doorway, surprised to see the two men standing only a couple of feet apart, facing off. Especially since one was glaring and the other grinning like a loon.

"Mr. Lassiter? Mr. Spencer? Is everything all right?"

They frowned at her in unison. "What the hell did McCullen do to me?!"

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Let me know what you think! I didn't really like the first chapter very much, but I thought "I love to Hate You" Would be a good song for their first of many ^ ^ Please review!