Hey, guys! So, this is the new fic I was talking about when I put 'The Secret Circle' on hiatus. I just couldn't continue with it right now, and I have ten chapters written for this story. That's more than for TSC, so is is the one I'm going with.
Most of you by the summary can tell, this is based off of 'The Amazing Spider-man.' I saw the second one yesterday, and I thought it was great!
IMPORTANT NOTE: I haven't seen the first movie, just the second! So, as the plot carries on, some influences from the second movie will be noticed. But I barely know the first. This is basically Psych's version, and it's going to be pretty different... Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Psych or Spider-Man. I do, however, own Marco, Aunt Olivia, and Quinn. They're my OC's. I'll probably have more as the story progresses.
A nine year old boy with shaggy brown hair and deep hazel eyes, sat atop of a desk. He was smirking at a certain blonde girl.
"Hey, Jules." He greeted.
Juliet O'Hara smiled at him brightly. "Hello, Shawn." She answered. Burton 'Gus' Guster sat in front of him, except he was on the chair, hands folded, patiently waiting for their teacher. Shawn hugged his knees, staring aimlessly out the window.
"Shawn!" Gus hissed, catching the attention of the boy. "Both of you better get down from there, before Mrs. Bueller gets here!" Gus was referring to both Shawn and another of their classmates, who sat on the desk next to Shawn. The boy, Marco Depaula, sighed.
"Oh, come on Gus!" Marco reprimanded.
"Yeah, live a little, buddy!" Shawn encouraged. Marco had curly dirty blonde hair, and dull blue-gray eyes.
"Shawn, Marco, maybe he's right." Juliet admitted, as she carefully tucked her legs under the desk. She wore a floral print dress, matched with black ballet flats. She had a black hair clip that contrasted with her bright blonde hair tht reached just below her shoulders, and her cerulean blue eyes gazed up at Shawn uncertainly.
Shawn inwardly smiled, enjoying the worried look she was giving him. She was worried, so that had to mean that she cared about him, right?
"Oh, lighten up, Jules." He retorted. "We'll be fine!" His victory over Juliet was short lived, seeing as how Mrs. Bueller cam in, moments after. Her dark green eyes immediately turned to glare at Marco and Shawn, and the duo shared hesitant glances, before situating themselves on their desk.
Shawn quickly took out a scrap of paper and scribbled something on it, passing it to Gus subtly.
- Mrs. Bueller let has to be the most annoying teacher. Ever. ~ S
Gus rolled his eyes and quickly wrote something back, guiltily passing it back to him.
- Don't say that, Shawn. She is a talented and intelligent woman. ~ G
Shawn scoffed, smirking at his friend's back.
- Don't be a shaved chipmunk, Gus. You're only saying that because you're in love with her! ~ S
At this, Gus glared at him and crumpled up the piece of paper. Shawn rolled his eyes at his friend's antics.
"Something you'd like to share with the class, Mr. Spencer?" Mrs. Bueller asked. You know, if she weren't so strict and obnoxious, she'd actually be kind of cute. For a teacher that is. Sophia Bueller was a newbie at the school, fresh out of college. She had wavy red hair, and bright green eyes.
"No." He responded, not in the mood to say something snarky and land himself in the principal's office. That could be done tomorrow. Before Sophia could begin her lesson, in walked a middle-aged woman with dark raven hair. Her eyes scanned the room before ultimately landing on Shawn.
"Mr. Spencer. It's your parents." Shawn's eyes widened, as he stole a glance at Juliet, who looked curious and slightly worried. But he didn't relish it, instead he ran over to the woman, and followed her to the office.
Madeline and Henry Spencer stood there, standing as still as statues. Madeline was the first to make a movement, as she wrapped Shawn into a tight hug.
"Goose." She whispered.
He looked over her shoulder, over to his father. He twiddled his thumbs nervously, and stared down at his feet. His mother disattached herself from him, and intertwined her fingers with Henry's. The scientist opened his mouth, but before any sound could resonate, Shawn cut him off.
"You're leaving again." It was a statement, not a question.
Henry, taking an impulsive and completely out of character move, lowered himself to Shawn's eye level, and hugged him tighter than Madeline ever had. The blonde soon joined in, as the small family shared a moment, for the first time in ages.
"We'll be back in a week, goose." Madeline reassured her son for the umpteenth time that frigid, December, morning. Henry remained silent, knowing very well that they wouldn't be back. But, as much as he loved Shawn, this was what had to be done. He had a duty to mankind, and he couldn't let Cornell Industries continue with their plans. So, if he was gone, they wouldn't be able to use his research anymore.
Shawn was glued to the floor. He knew that there was something... Different about this certain trip, but he stayed silent. He just felt as if something was off, he just couldn't figure out what.
They exchanged their goodbyes, as the couple boarded the train. "Henry, are we doing the right thing here?" Madeline asked.
"Yes, Maddy. This is what has to be done."
As Shawn watched Flight 412 reach higher and higher into the sky, he tried to reassure himself that everything would be alright. As he went home with his Aunt Olivia, Shawn was already planning all that he would do with his parents when they got back in a week.
Little did he know, he would never see them again.
It was the day after Madeline and Henry's departure when he found out. Shawn, who couldn't sleep that night, had layed down on the couch, his head resting on his Aunt's lap.
"Aunt Olivia, can't we watch something else?!" He pleaded, bored of watching the news. Olivia Spencer, Henry's sister, smiled, her blue eyes filled with laughter. She was 34, with honey colored hair, and a kind gaze. Shawn absolutely adored her.
"You can actually learn something from the news, did you know that?" Olivia asked rhetorically.
"That's what dad always says." Shfting his eyes over to the television, Shawn observed it for about a minute.
"Well, for one, that guy is totally lying." He pointed out. They were interviewing a witness, apparently there had been a murder. The interviewee was saying that he didn't know anything about it.
"You think he knows something?"
Shawn scoffed. "Oh, I'm positive he knows something." Olivia laughed kind-heartedly, switching the channel.
"In tragic news, there was a plane crash today. Flight 412 had veered into the clouds, unaware of the other aircraft in front of them. The other airplane, Flight 621, was able to save most of it's passengers. Unfortunately, all passengers on Flight 412, including the pilot and staff, were found dead." The news reporters said, a look of utmost indifference on her face.
Shawn felt the whole world stop rotating. Flight 412 was the number of the airplane in which Madeline and Henry were on. Olivia's mouth was agape, as she quickly grabbed the phone and dialed her brother's number.
Shawn pressed his ear against the outer surface of the cell phone. His father always picked up his phone, even in church. He never turned it off. He was alive, he and mom. They had to be. He would answer, and everything would be ok. One ring, two rings, three rings...
Straight to voicemail.
But that was a long time ago, back in 1991. It was 2014 now, and Shawn Spencer, thirty-two, had absolutely no time to worry about the future, or grieve about the past.
He walked down to the little café that he'd been coming to for over a year, now. Their pineapple smoothies were the best, bar none. Gus didn't enjoy it, so he had made it a habit of coming by himself, grabbing a smoothie, and going over to the 'Psych' office. Well, after chatting up Quinn, that was.
Quinnrose Ann Ramsey was a thirteen-year old, aspiring reporter. She had short, curly, dark brown hair, that reached up to her shoulders. Her large chocolate eyes we're mysterious, yet you could hardly resist her anything. She had black-rimmed glasses and always wore a camera around her neck, and a notebook under her arm. He usually found her sitting on a table by the trees, completely entranced in a book.
He chuckled, remembering how he'd met her last year...
"Gus! This place is Amazing! They have actual pineapple-shaped sprinkles in the smoothies!" Shawn told his friend. Gus scrunched his nose.
"I don't like this. Can we head back to the station? Chief Vick is going to kill us! I'd personally like to enjoy our job a bit more, before you ruin it." He answered.
"Gus, don't be a traveling schizophrenic."
"That makes no sense, Shawn." Gus sighed, slightly annoyed with his friend today. They were going to get in trouble.
"Fine, don't be a paranoid schizophrenic." Shawn decided. Gus was about to respond, when they heard a shrill scream, and something breaking. They shared glances, before following the sound.
"My camera!" A girl yelled.
"Oh, did I break it? So sorry." A boy with Sandy hair said sarcastically, not truly meaning it.
"Seriously? You're using that as a comeback? Not only are you horrible at math, social studies, and well, everything that requires using you brain, but you lack basic knowledge of something as idiotic as 'getting me back.'" She reorted.
"Huh?"
"Exactly." The boy glared at her, and pushed the brunette. She fell to the ground, seeing as how the boy was strong and she was frail.
"Hey, invisible Hulk." Shawn said, suddenly angry with the little terrorist.
"Shawn, it's the invincible Hulk." Gus corrected.
"I've heard it both ways. Anyhow, little kid, you don't hit girls." He said.
The Sandy haired boy rolled his eyes. "Whatever." He muttered, and walked away.
"Yeah, you better run!" The girl chimed in, earning a devilish glare from the other kid. She laughed nervously, before turning to the broken Polaroid on the floor.
"I swear, that kid's going to be the next Hitler." She muttered, picking up the broken pieces. Shawn, feeling a strange rush of... What was that? Sympathy? Pity? Was there a difference between those two anyways?
"Is it broken?" He asked.
"No, it's perfectly fine. I just can't use it." She responded sarcastically. Shawn smirked looking at the small engraving on the camera. It said: "Property of Quinn."
"Well, can't you ask your parents to get a new one?"
"Nope." She responded, gingerly picking up a broken piece of glass.
"Well, Quinn, try not to get into anymore trouble." He said, awaiting her reaction. She gave him a quizzical look.
"How did you-"
"I'm a psychic for the SBPD." He responded, raising his middle finger to his temple, in a classic 'I'm-sensing-something' pose.
The girl snorted. "Yeah, sure."
"Oh, don't believe me? Then how did I know your name?" He asked rhetorically.
Pushing her glasses up, the girl grabbed the piece of the camera that had the engraving. "That's how." She answered, matter-of-factly.
"Well, then how do I know that-" She wore black converse, that were extremely old. The had small, little holes in them.
"Your parents won't buy you new converse?" Quinn looked down at them.
"Seriously? You couldn't have gone with saying that I want to be a reporter?" She asked, pointing to the book on the ground and notebook under her arm.
"I, well, uh..." Ok, there was something seriously wrong. Shawn could always convince people that he was a psychic. Well, except for Lassie. But that was a lost cause.
"You're not psychic, just hyper observant." Gus's eyes widened, as he looked at the little girl in fear.
"She knows, Shawn! The creepy girl knows!" Quinn gave him a pointed look.
"You're a little creepy yourself, baldy." She answered.
"I'm not bald!" Gus protested, glaring at the tiny brunette. She was pretty short for her age, being twelve at the time.
Shawn laughed, admiring the girl's snarkiness. This was the beginning of a beautiful friendship.
Walking into the café, Shawn scanned the tables for her. Quinn sat in her usual table, hair pulled back by a headband, book in hand.
"Hey." He said, sitting down in front of her.
"Mhm." She mumbled.
"What are you reading? I bet you it's boring." That earned him a sharp look from a pair of chocolate eyes.
"Pride and Prejudice. And it's not boring." She answered.
"Weren't you reading that last week? And the week before?" Shawn groaned, ordering a smoothie. Quinn took a sip of her chocolate milkshake.
"What can I say? I'm a sucker for a good book. You're just a sucker." She finished.
"Why don't you ever order anything else but that milkshake? It's literally the cheapest thing on the menu?" Quinn sunk down in her chair, tensing Up. If it wasn't the cheapest thing I wouldn't be able to order it. She thought. Not that she'd ever tell Shawn that.
"Why don't you ever order anything but that smoothie?" She retorted.
"Because this is heaven in a cup. That's just a chunky fluid that's literally worth twenty-five cents."
Its true, she felt like saying. Honestly, Quinn couldn't afford anything else. Her 'Parents' only gave her and the others twenty five cents to get what they could, and they weren't allowed to eat anything else until nighttime.
"Maybe I just enjoy being routinely." She answered.
Shawn rolled his eyes. "Routines are boring. Talking about boring, I have to go sign some dumb papers down at Cornell." He said.
"Cornell? Why? Does it have anything to do with... Your parents?" She ripped that bandage of quickly, curious to his answer.
"Probably. I'll just sign the stupid papers and get out. Then everything will be back to normal." He said. Sure, he loved his job, but he usually never got the credit these days. He wanted be a hero. "Sometimes I wish my life was just a bit more exciting..."
Be careful what you wish for.
Yes, I know. Cheesy ending. This was a horrible chapter with boring flashbacks. But, it will pick up next chapter!
Do you guys have any theories about Quinn? Any favorite lines?
See you guys on Friday!
~ Rae