Title: Alternate Scenes From 'Death is in the Air'
Author: Basset
Summary: The final scenes from 'Death is in the Air' changed around so that Lassie is the one who ends up in a hospital bed instead of Jules. Shassie
Genre: Hurt/Comfort/Romance
Paring(s): Shassie
Warning(s): Spoilers for 'Death is in the Air'
Author's Note: So, I watched 'Death is in the Air' yesterday, and decided I would help the writers out again by changing their story to Shassie instead of Shules. Because we all know that this was really what they meant to write.
And OMG! You have got to go to the Psych official website and look at the pictures of 'Death is in the Air'. There are about 4 pictures of Lassie when he had to be in the shower and after. EEEP! *hyperventilates*
Disclaimer: I do not own Psych or any of its characters. And I did watch the end of this episode over and over to try and catch exactly what the characters say. So about half of the dialogue is also from the show.
At The Old Hospital -Lassie's POV-
"Look Spencer, would you mind letting me know why the hell I'm here?" I really was in no mood to mess around with the fake psychic, and O'hara had gone back to the police station to try and round up even more police officers to track down Mallon, leaving me to follow Spencer and Guster. My job was too much like babysitting at times.
Glancing my way, Spencer make a few shushing motions before walking quietly towards the glass window that separated the room we were in with the next one. I rolled my eyes and opened my mouth to say something, but quickly closed it again after hearing a noise. Someone else was here, making quite the racket.
"What the hell?" I muttered, creeping a bit closer and subconsciously placing a hand on Spencer's shoulder. I couldn't quiet make out who it was on the other side of the glass, but from the way the man has hurriedly going though the different bottles of vaccines, I had a hunch it was Mallon. Why did Spencer always have to be right?
Glancing over at me Spencer shot me a small smile before standing up straight and grabbing the small bottle of the cure out of his pocket. Was he insane? Why wouldn't he just let me shoot this creep? It'd be much easier. But before I could voice my thoughts, he was speaking. I chose not to try and figure out how he had gotten the vaccine before Mallon had entered the building. That could wait till later.
"Looking for this? It's the last of your cure. It's the reason you came back to the hospital, isn't it? You've been self medicated but your still infected because you didn't realize how much of this stuff it takes to fight your little virus." I had to hand it to Spencer, he had guts.
Mallon looked shocked as he quickly whipped around and noticed the small bottle in Spencer's hand. "Give it to me. Now!" he commanded, taking a small step forward before stumbling a bit.
"Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa. We know everything you did man. You did all of this to save your lab." Spencer replied, staying oddly calm. How did he do that? I shot a look over to Guster, not surprised to see an equal amount of surprise mixed with awe on the pharmaceutical rep's face. Even after years of knowing Spencer even Guster was surprised at times.
"That wasn't why. When they shut me down they left you and me and the entire nation wide open. Do you know how easily this stuff can be turned into a weapon? But now, after this, we'll be ready." A fit of coughs suddenly came over Mallon and the man leaned up against the nearest table for support.
At the explanation I snorted. Did Mallon really expect us to believe him? He had already turned it into a weapon and the whole nations was at risk because he couldn't handle being without a job. I glanced over at Spencer and Guster, expecting to see the same amount of amusement in their faces, but I was disappointed. Both of the other men seemed to believe Mallon's story.
"Wow. That's not your garden variety crazy person logic." Guster commented, shrugging slightly. More and more I felt like I was surrounded by idiots. But before I could voice my opinion, Spencer had begun to talk again.
Spencer glanced over at me for a fraction of a second before turning back to Mallon. "I'll tell you what. I'll make you a trade. The cure for the last vial of the virus."
I snorted again. Like that perp would really hand over his only bargaining took just like that. But yet again I was shocked when the man rushed over to the cooler that contained his final vial of Thornburg. How did Spencer make criminals trust and obey him so easily?
After a few minutes of stumbling around Mallon made his way over to the glass window and held up the cooler. "Let me see it." he managed to say, sounding completely out of breath.
Spencer nodded and reached for the little door connecting the two rooms. "Same time."
I watched in shock as Mallon and Spencer opened the doors and stuck their hands inside, pushing their bargaining chip to the other. As Spencer reached for the cooler he muttered "Don't touch me man." before grabbing it and quickly withdrawing his hand.
"Spencer." I muttered, grabbing the small red and white cooler from the man's hand. I rushed over to another table, opening the cooler slowly, trying to see if the vial was indeed inside. A sigh escaped my lips as soon as I saw the small container. It was going to be alright.
Spencer glanced over at me before returning his eyes to Mallon. "Is it there?" he asked, watching the criminal search through drawers trying to find a needle without much success.
I hadn't noticed that the vial was broken and when I reached into the cooler I felt a sharp pain in my finger that was closest to my pinky, whatever its real name is. I drew in a sharp breath and a loud "Ow" escaped my lips. Bringing my finger closer to my eyes, I saw that the vial had indeed cut it, and it was bleeding quite a lot. I wasn't really all that surprised, I should have been more careful, I had only had a thin set of gloves on after all.
Hearing my cry, Spencer whipped around, concern written all over his face. "Lassie, what's going on?" he asked, taking a few steps closer to me.
I held up my bleeding finger, my eyes not leaving Spencer's for a second. "Shawn, don't come any closer." I didn't realize that I had let his first name slip, I was too busy trying to accept the fact that within a day I would most likely die.
It seemed that Shawn and I stood staring at each other for eternity, but he quickly turned around and rushed up to the glass. "Hey! Give me that medicine back! Give it to me now!"
Mallon was still searching for a needle, but anyone could tell that it was getting incredibly difficult say anything, let alone stand up. Not that he was really standing up, it was more like hanging onto the nearest table for dear life than anything else. "Idiot! There isn't enough here to help anybody!"
Shawn looked at me again, panic evident in his eyes. "Well, there's gotta be more somewhere. Just tell me how. I can save you both!" His voice was becoming louder after every word.
I knew it would be no use, both me and Mallon would die. I almost told Spencer this, but Mallon beat me again. I just couldn't say anything today, someone was always interrupting me. I chuckled slightly at the fact that even when I was dieing people still didn't really listen to me. Well, the people that counted wouldn't listen.
"Victoria." Mallon managed to gasp, his knuckles white from gripping onto the side of the table.
Spencer couldn't help it, he was getting impatient, his voice raising an octave. "Who's that?" he yelled.
"Two hours from here. Too far." Mallon said before falling to the ground with a grunt. You didn't need an expert to know he had died.
Turning back to me, Shawn took another step forward, a hand reached out to me. "Lassie..."
Extended Author's Note: So, This is going to be in 4 parts, each a different scene. Or at least it would make sense to me to be a different scene. Hopefully I get this done quickly and can get back to 'The Pineapple Saga, Book 1' and 'Losing Lassie'.
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