The Broken Series – Based on the song Broken by Lifehouse. There will be six parts, though I've only gotten around to writing three of them. The Broken series can be read in any order, you don't even have to read them all. Each part deals with a different major person in Shawn's life (Gus, Lassie, Juliet, Henry and Vick) and how they are dealing with his death. The final part (the one I request you save for last) is from Shawn's point of view. The series was originally intended to be Shawn/Lassiter slash, but there are also hints of Gus/Juliet and possibly Juliet/Shawn and Gus/Shawn and I suppose even Vick/Shawn, though those last three really weren't intentional, as I don't ship them what so ever (I'm a Shassie Girl, through and through.). Honestly, I don't care how you read it.
Disclaimer - If I owned, there would be a lot more slashy and shassie goodness : )
A/N - This one is really odd. No idea why.
Broken Clock
She lies awake at night, staring at the ceiling.
Her husband used to ask her what was wrong. He used to ask if there was anything he could do. She never answered him. She just stared at the ceiling.
There was a clock that hung on the ceiling. It was made from crushed soda cans, tiny fake handcuffs, and pineapples carved out of wood.
When it had appeared on the ceiling, one of its pineapple arms ticking softly, her husband had taken it down almost instantly. The ceiling was a terrible place for a clock.
It had been a gift from Shawn.
"That way, when you wake up in the middle of the night, you don't have to move to see the time."
"But it'll be too dark to see," she pointed out, realizing, seconds to late, that she was only feeding his insanity.
"That's why I made it glow in the dark," he informed her happily.
"But why?" she asked, before she could stop herself.
"As a gift. For getting the 'interim' removed from your title." They both knew that the gift was entirely unnecessary; after all, if it hadn't been for him, she would have been gone.
She had found the clock back on the ceiling on night. She hadn't been home in days, she had been to busy working on a case. The case. But this time, she refused to let her husband take it down. There was a reason it was there.
"You want me to fix it?" her husband asked one night, as she stared up at the clock. It had stopped ticking earlier that day.