Overpsych'd
1992
Santa Barbra Shawn spencer's house
Third person POV
We find ourselves in the household of a young Shawn spencer playing on his computer on a Saturday afternoon when his dad comes into the room.
"Shawn stop playing computer games I've got something to tell you" the boy's father said sitting down on the sofa, the boy groaned as he said "really dad I've learnt all the lessons there are about learning to be a police officer can't I just practice what I know in my own time?"
"This isn't a lesson Shawn, I just want to tell you something quickly so can you please turn the computer off?" the father replied frustrated, the boy obliged pressing the power button and then walked over to sit next to his father.
"What is it?" he asked, observing his father unease and awkwardness by the twitching of his face muscles and the way his dad rubbed his hands together, "I just want to say that…. Well… um… it's just that you inheriting your mother's photographic memory and with me teaching you how to observe with your own hyper observant gift…. There may come a time you have a situation your mother and I may have no experience in and you'll have to figure it out on your own, also it's just…..
You're destined for greatness even if I don't say it often and… I just hope when you get offered glory and fame, that you won't get too big headed.
The son seemed slightly awkward and slightly touched at his father's affectionate side but he managed a "thanks dad I'll keep that in mind".
Warehouse #79
Shawn spencer's 2nd case
Shawn spencer sprinted as fast as he could before coming to a halt at warehouse #79, he wrenched open the doors and sprinted on inside.
Shawn grabbed his phone out of his pocket and typed in a number he knew all too well, "hi Gus sorry to disturb you yada yada yada hope you're all too well yada yada yada thanks for abandoning me yada yada yada and oh yeah because of you I'm gonna get slaughtered by a maniac with a gun but at least you gave me a butter knife to defend myself with, thanks a lot pal" Shawn grumbled sarcastically
"uh oh yeah about that I thought you were Mr Nicholson the murderer and I got in the blueberry and drove as fast as I could, my bad" a guilty reply came.
There was a dull Thud and then a loud CRASH! From across the warehouse making Shawn grip his butter knife till his knuckles turned white "on second thought a knife is better than no knife, even if it was meant for toast and scones" Shawn whispered into the phone as an afterthought.
"okay crazy idea time Gus, you're gonna be the distraction so I'll put the phone down and in ten seconds make as much noise as possible" Shawn said placing the phone on the ground face up and quickly opening and getting into a nearby crate.
Ten seconds later Gus started singing "let's get it started" with M.C hammer background music, Mr Nicholson rushed over hearing the noise exposing his back in the process while he looked baffled at a phone with by the sounds of it someone singing on the other line.
Shawn rushed out of the crate and leaped on to the murderer's back hoping to get him in a headlock when in reality shawn got pushed away to the ground and by the time he rose Nicholson had his gun ready.
"You'll want me body people will walk you through it" Gus sung.
"Step by step, like an infant new kid, Inch by inch with the new solution" Gus kept singing.
Transmit hits, with no delusion, the feeling's irresistible and that's how we moving'". Gus sung until Nicholson screamed "SHUTUP! I have your friend at gun point".
That got Gus's attention and he stopped singing and the background music was turned off "thank you now I can kill him in piece" he said the gun clicking as he prepared to fire.
"Wait don't I get a goodbye?" Shawn asked "maybe if you're ever caught they'll look back on this moment and give you a lighter sentence for letting Shawn spencer say goodbye" Shawn asked again trying to stall.
"Even though I think that highly unlikely, what the hell go ahead" he said gesturing with his gun to talk to Gus, "hi buddy Frank's"
"Don't call me that" Frank interrupted, "Mr Nicholson is giving me a goodbye so well bye" Shawn said then realised he needed to carry on for as long as possible"
"There we go" said Frank "now we can get onto the me killing you part" he said lifting the pistol, "wait" Shawn said "I need to tell Gus what to say to everyone I care about" Shawn said and after a brief go ahead from Frank he started to say "Gus, you're a good friend and I appreciate you always sticking by my side apart from you know, today" Shawn muttered "Um Juliet, you are exceptionally hot and I can't believe you won't go on a date with me I always thought one day we would end up together but whatever suits your dress".
"Dad, you are very annoying, controlling, arrogant and possessive but despite all that I love you and I'll see you soon if you get into heaven" Shawn mumbled getting off topic "and Lassie, seriously just get a girlfriend" Shawn said completely out of ideas for surviving.
"Done?" Frank Nicholson asked who was obviously regretting letting him say his goodbyes, "um… yeah I suppose" Shawn said taking pleasure in his killers frustration.
"Actual…." Shawn started thinking of a way of getting out alive but he was interrupted by the pull of the guns trigger.
Shawn POV
I tried to get my way out of this mess but before I could convince Frank of keeping me alive he pulled the trigger, time slowed down.
When I say time slowed down I don't mean the verbal metaphor in dramatic writing, I mean my reactions kicked in in the matter of milliseconds and I matrix style dodged a bullet by bending back into an epic limbo pro position as the bullet passed over my body in hands reach.
My hyper observant side recorded the bullet travelling centre metres at a time while it all happened within less than a second, when the bullet was out of harms reach and it hit the wall chipping away a bit of brick.
I stood back up normally with an achy back and a freaked out expression, "how did I do that?" I wondered at the same time Gus screamed "NO SHAWN!" and before I could tell Gus I was fine Frank recovered from shock and shot three more bullets at me.
The same feeling passed over me my senses told my body what to do and I acted with unnatural speed, I noticed a blur that must have been my right hand sweep over where the bullets were just before they hit my chest and cut them into six small fragments of a bullet.
"I cut bullets with my bare hands" I exclaimed in triumph and excitement, "I'm an adopted alien, I knew it" I shouted, then I noticed an even more surprised Frank motion at my right hand and I looked down to see the butter knife Gus gave me.
"Aw man" I moaned then an optimistic part of me said "HUH all well matrix moves and speed may not be as good as alien strength but at least it counts for something" I said
Frank raised his gun for a third time lucky shot only to be shot himself in the shoulder by a suited man on the other side of the warehouse, "who are you" I asked in shock by everything that's happened in the last hour.
"Don't you recognise me Shawn spencer, and I thought you, Gus and I were best friends once" the man said, "Chuck?" I asked and in response the man smiled "Charles Bartowski, C.I.A and its good to see you Shawn"
"You're in the C.I.A? I asked "last I checked you were in the nerd herd at the Burbank Buy more" I said.
"Long story and I'll explain later but for now tell me how did you move that quick, I mean I knew you had good senses and a great memory because of your parents, but that, that was amazing" my old best friend said impressed.
"I don't know how I did it, I mean it's like I couldn't stop myself from automatically dodging that bullet whether I liked it or not" I said confused and curious.
"I could help you, you know" Chuck said and I looked at him expectedly "how" I asked, Chuck's eyes seemed to flash and he zoned out for a second before performing a flawless backflip, "by teaching you" he said plainly "and it only has one condition" he said, "and what's that" I asked "you can't tell anyone about this unless absolutely necessary".
"why" I asked confused why it should be kept secret, "well for one it's a good secret weapon and if your friends don't know you have it neither will your enemies and also no one's meant to know I can do what I can do so we'll keep each other's secrets as well as our own.
Present time