I do not own Psych or The Hobbit.


Later that night, I was sitting in bed. After I had returned to the station, I had been questioned. I told them everything except about Theodore and Frank. No, that was to remain a secret. Meaning I told them absolutely nothing. Squat, nada, big fat zero. And Lassiter was pissed that I told them nothing. He even tried to get Juliet to try and get something out of me, but she didn't.

My mom and dad tried next; they got the same amount of information from me. Gus got a little but all I told him was that I had spent the afternoon with an old friend, I gave him no name. He left the room more confused than before he came in. Sometimes confusing Gus could be a challenge, yet I had done it in a mere matter of seconds.

Juliet turned the bathroom light off as she climbed into bed and sat next to me. She rested her head on my shoulder.

"Shawn, I'm worried about you." she confessed. Resting her hand in the middle of my chest.

"Jules, you don't have to worry about me." I told her.

"Don't I Shawn?" She looked at me. I leaned in and kissed her. She was hesitant at first, but soon enough our lips were moving in sync. She wrapped her arms around my neck and I wrapped mine around her back. I pressed her close to me.

"Shawn," she mumbled falling backwards onto her back. I went with her body. She ran her fingers through my hair as we kissed. She tilted her neck, while I started kissing and sucking at it. She moaned softly as she pulled me closer against her. We broke apart for a few seconds. During that time she unbuttoned my shirt and I undid hers as well. This time I was on my back and she was on top of me.

"Jules, I love you," I mumbled between kisses.

"Just shut up and concentrate… I love you too by the way," She said.

PSYCHPSYCHPSYCH

I looked over in the dark at the figure next to me. Juliet was asleep, her back to me. I sat up, being careful to not wake her, I quickly got dressed and stepped outside onto the porch. The wind was blowing, and it was pretty cold. Despite the cold, I felt my head start to clear. My mom showing up had been a real shocker, hell everything was a shocker tonight. I sat down in the plastic chair she had by the door.

It was clear night, the sky was black, and the street lamps lit up the road. I looked across the road and saw a light turn off. Crickets were chipping, and every once in a while a car would pass by. I closed my eyes and leaned my head against the wall. I soon feel asleep.

Santa Barbara, July 5 1989

"Gollum got into his boat and shot off from the island, while Bilbo was sitting on the brink altogether flummoxed and at the end of his way and his wits. Suddenly up came Gollum and whispered and hissed:" I rolled onto my back and turned the page. "Bless us and splash us, my precioussss! I guess it's a choice feast; at least a tasty morsel it'd make us, gollum!" And when he said gollum he made a horrible swallowing noise in his throat. That is how he got his name, though he always called himself 'my precious.'"

"Shawn?" Dad knocked on the door and opened it.

"Yes?" I set down "The Hobbit" on the bed.

"Are you sure you don't want to be outside?" I glanced outside where kids were playing. "No, I'd rather read." My dad frowned.

"You'd rather what?" he asked.

"Read." I showed him the book. "You want to… read?" he sat down next to me on the bed.

"Yeah," I said.

"Well… um… that's good. I guess," he seemed rather shocked.

"You don't have to sound so weirded out." I commented.

"What happened to the days where you were outside? Playing with all of the kids?" I shrugged. He sighed and stood up, "Fine read away," he waved his hand. He walked to the door and glanced at me before shutting the door. Once he was gone I got out of bed and changed my pants.

There were blood spots on them from this mornings "Fun Time" even during the summer I couldn't get away from Mr. Sullivan. Reading was the only time I got rid of my problems and could escape the hell I lived it. I pulled on new pants, and hid my dirty ones in the vent behind my desk.

I then climbed back into my bed, and continued reading my book. "The hobbit jumped nearly out of his skin when the hiss came in his ears, and suddenly saw the pale eyes sticking out at him. "Who are you?" he said, thrusting his dagger in front of him. "What iss he, my preciouss?" whispered Gollum (who always spoke to himself through never having anyone else to speak to). This is what he had come to find out, for he was not really very hungry at the moment, only curious; otherwise he would have grabbed first and whispered afterwards."

Santa Barbara, October 7 2005

I opened my eyes and shook my head. I was still sitting on the porch, looking out into the night. The dark had never really scared me, I always found it a good time to think. And gosh did I need to think. I remembered that whole summer. Whenever my mom or dad got me outside, Sullivan would appear and make my life hell for a few hours.

I would always run home, change, grab the nearest book and collapse onto the bed. One of the books I had started reading was "The Hobbit" I was captivated by that book. Speaking of which… I stood up and walked into the house. I walked over to Juliet's book shelf and scanned the shelves for the book.

I found it, and plucked it out carefully. I sat on the couch, turned on the small lamp and skipped always towards the last part I ever read. My dad had later hid the book, and I'd never been able to finish it.

"You ask first," he said, because he had not had time to think of a riddle.

So Gollum hissed:

What has roots as nobody sees,

Is taller than trees,

Up, up it goes,

And yet never grows?"

I spent the rest of the night, reading through the chapter. And I began to understand something… Gollum was all alone in the dark. The only way he could amuse himself was to ask riddles to poor Bilbo Baggins.

Is this all there is? Hiding in the dark? My whole life? I thought as I shut the book and stared at the picture on the cover.