I finally got this chapter up :) I have been buried under revision especially for geography but i used my spare time to keep you happy so send in the happiness (reviews)! I will probably have this as slash but not much detail - i might just leave it with a strong friendship and a large hint of romance (maybe a kiss or two) then do a sequel at some point.
Hours later Shawn stumbled home. The crime scene itself had been horrendous – the victims had died from a combination of drugs and torture but the worst thing was the thought that had not left his head since the start of the case – what if it was his fault? Unable to handle the thought he rushed into the bathroom and threw up his lunch – the lunch he had eaten with Carlton, the very same Carlton who had no idea that Shawn could be related to the case. The whole thing made him feel sick.
It was always Shawn's fault, he was never right, he was always a cracked doll but now he feared he was a broken doll. No he needed to pretend – if they saw the truth they would be disappointed in him, he could imagine the embarrassment and anger that would appear on his father, Gus's, Carlton's and the whole police department faces if they realised he wasn't the happy psychic they saw every day, no he was just a broken doll that was unsuitable for eyes to lay upon.
Looking at the clock Shawn realised it was already 8pm and having thrown up his lunch and breakfast he knew he should eat. Before he could though a moment of realisation passed over him – why did he need to eat? He wasn't particularly hungry. His mind flashed back to the past routine - the food that was shoved down your throat every day even when you weren't hungry. No he wasn't hungry and to tell the truth he didn't think he could hold it down anyway.
Going to sleep that night Shawn could only hope he would be spared the nightmares – he wasn't that lucky.
Meanwhile Carlton Lassiter had just gone to sleep after staying up for hours contemplating what was wrong with the normally happy psychic – his whole attitude seemed so down and just unshawn like. While in someone else Carlton might of figured it was something trivial, with Shawn he got the feeling he was hiding something – maybe the stress of the psychic work (well faking it anyway) was catching up with him. He would speak to Shawn at the next opportunity – no dilly dallying he would just go straight in and ask – after all it was all he could do. With that thought determined in his mind he went to sleep, not regaining consciousness till his alarm beeped away the next morning.
Carlton's morning followed his regular routine - a quick shower, two pieces of toast and a sugar/cream filled coffee before driving to work and every second day (which it was) stopping off to buy the newspaper (it always made his day to read about the police cases and filled him with pride if he had assisted on them).
Shawn's morning however was not so structured or so ordinary. He managed to get a whole hours sleep (blissful for his tired mind) before being woken up by the nightmares that tormented him. That's when it hit him – if he got out of bed he would get bored but if he went to the police department, they might suggest a visit to one of the previous victims and he couldn't he just couldn't. 'No Shawn' he told himself if he had got these people in this mess – to say if it was his fault these people were killed and/or tortured, well he had to do something about it. He knew if he didn't there would be no chance of the nightmares stopping.
This chapter may not be the best as i did not have much time to re-do it but i thought you would rather read it with a few errors than wait a couple of days! Please review and i finish my mocks next tuesday so i should be posting every day or so after that!
