Title: PSYCHotherapy

Author: Emo Barbie

Rating: T {For now}

Pairing: Lassiter/Shawn

Summary: After being shot on the job, Lassiter wakes up with Amnesia. A year and a half later, the detective has finally regained his memories and returned to his former self. Only...everything seems different. His house looks nothing like he left it, he's left handed, and...SHAWN'S LIVING IN HIS HOUSE?!

Extra: Sorry for the |PSYCH| throughout the story but fanfic keeps taking away any better logical dividers then this outright ridiculous ones for some reason. So I had to go back and redivide all my fanfics :/

Yes the story skips to the very moment that Lassiter "Awakens". But throughout the fic there will constantly be flashbacks. Kinda the the show does with Shawn's childhood, only this time, they'll be the year and a half that Lassiter is missing.

This is also my first Psych fic! ^^ I've had so many plots and paragraphs just sitting on my labtop begging to be put up, but I really liked this plot so I finally decided to start it. I have so many bits and pieces everywhere, I'm afraid that these chapters are going to turn out to be more like drabbly one-shots that SORTA tell a story XD but I'm gonna try my hardest to complete chapters and make them flow together as best I can! So stay with me please! ^^

Prologue:

PSYCHotherapy

The morning sun intruded through the half drawn blinds of the bedroom, greeting the SBPD's infamous psychic; Shawn Spencer. The light pulled the detective from his lucid dreams of towering pineapples and life sized gummy bears, forcing him to crack open his eyes to glare at the offending scene. However, the offending scene turned into one of bliss as something beside him stirred, reminding him of his current situation; his glare falling as a small smile tugged at his lips, the sleep ebbing away from the corners of his mind to let him fully greet the new day. Reality began flooding his sense, reminding him of the grand morning ahead of him; of coffee and waffles awaiting to be eaten downstairs, the dream world finally releasing him from it's enticing clutches to grant his rumbling stomach a chance to eat. Good bye lollipop world; hello breakfast.

Everything seemed to settle itself into it's rightful place, his mind catching up as his eyes roamed the sunlit room, shoving the last bits of fog from his head. There was no reason to wake up with a sour face when he was waking up here...in this very room. The room he had made his own over the last year...a reality no dream could compare.

It was mornings like these that made him forget what awaited them back at the office. The case he was currently stuck in. It was that peaceful calm before the storm, and he wanted to take in every minute of it.

"Spencer." A gruff groggy male voice met his ear. It was angry and threatening, a warning that gave no hint of forgiveness to his intrusion. "What are you doing in my bed?" The snarl that followed was even more menacing and Shawn felt his entire body freeze up, his eyes widening as they shifted slowly, but came to a halt at the center of the room, not daring to continue on.

He knew what he was going to see.

The voice was all too familiar. Well, more precisely, the tone of the voice was all too familiar. It was the one he had been dreading, yet still longing to hear for the past year and a half. The one that meant his wish had finally come true; and that his dreams had just been shattered into tiny, little, unrecognizable pieces. Pieces he was certain even Gus' secret stash of Gorilla glue couldn't mend back together. Not now.

Reality had finally caught up with him...and boy, reality didn't sound too happy.

Shawn cautiously continued on his path, turning his head as slowly as possible, as if he were expecting to get slapped...as if one wrong move would cost him his life. When only silence met his ear he finally turned to fully face the man he currently shared a bed with, never missing the daggers those sleep strained eyes were giving him. "Lassie?" The fake psychic asked with a tad bit of curiosity, but most caution, flinching as he rolled the word off his tongue like a bad taste, the corner of his mouth twitching upwards. He felt like his words were a detonator, and the other a bomb, afraid the other would go off right then and there. Of course, to his relief, nothing actually went boom and he was still happily located in the bed.

"Spencer." Lassiter was now gritting his teeth as he moved to sit up, his eyes holding what Shawn could only describe as Hell's fury. He felt more afraid at that moment then any of the time's he'd found himself staring down the barrel of a gun, maybe because he was afraid that's exactly how this was going to end. "I'm going to ask you again," He swore he heard the cracking of teeth as Lassiter's jaw tightened, emphasizing each word as he pushed them out through clenched teeth. "Why are you in my bed?"

Prologue's REALLY Short, but I didn't want to give too much away. The rest of the chapters are longer obviously, real chapters.

So stay tuned, and don't forget to review and read! Any feedback or thoughts would be greatly appreciated ^^