Title: The Pineapple Saga - Book 1
Author: Basset
Rating: K+
Pairings: Shassie, Gules, basically all the pairings that should actually happen in the show
Warnings: Shassie; if you don't like it, don't read it
Summary: Shawn Spencer, an average teenager with an eidetic memory, never thought that moving in with his father would change his life that much. What could possibly go wrong in Sporfs, Washington? Well, he was wrong. - Twilight rewritten with Psych characters.
Author's Note: Um... not much of an author's not this time around. But I would like to say that these characters are going to be staying true to their Psych persona, but a little bit of Twilight might have to creep up in there... it is based on Twilight after all.
Oh, and I forgot to say, I'll still be working on 'Losing Lassie', I just had to post this. Because I can't leave our favorite Head Detective with striking blue eyes in some small town in Idaho with no idea who he is.
Disclaimer: I do not own Psych or any of it's characters. I also do not own Twilight or the idea of using characters from a TV show to substitute the actual Twilight characters. That is all due to the genius of Glorious Plumage. Go check out the awesome Twilight/Star Trek story that belongs to this awesome writer.
I had never thought much about the way I would die. Sure, with a father as a police officer I thought a lot about him kicking the bucket, but not me. But as I gazed into the black eyes of the hunter, I knew someone was going to die. Chances were, it was going to be me.
It wasn't a bad thing, dying for someone I loved. Of course I would never be able to kiss my boyfriend again, or try to make him smile, or even call him a nickname again, and that kinda sucked. But at least he would be safe. All of his family would be safe. All of my family would be safe.
As I thought about it, I realized something. I had been incredibly and totally stupid. Just a few hours ago I had been safe in the arms of someone I loved and knew loved me back. Why had I given that up all that and pineapple? I guess I just had to have been the hero, I just had to have all the attention. Maybe Henry was right, I was an attention-whore.
Sighing, I turned my gaze back to the hunter, my mind drifting from pineapples to what I had just given up.
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Oh, and just so you know, a sporf is like a spork, but not really. It has a fork on one end, a spoon on the other end, and a knife attached to the fork prongs. Just so you know.