Blondes are dangerous
By: Mistress Titania
Disclaimer: I don't own Psych or BtVS
Spoilers: None
Warnings: het
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 480
Pairing: Shawn/Buffy
Summary: He really should find a new bar after tonight..or not
Shawn smiled at the ditzy blonde sitting next to him rambling on about some shoe sale. But what really caught his attention was the hot blonde at the end of the bar who kept looking over at him. Shawn stopped as he realized that no, the second blonde wasn't looking at him but back and forth between the ditz and the mirror over the bar. Curious Shawn did the same and had to bite his tongue to keep from gasping. For whatever reason the ditz was not showing up in mirror.
No! It couldn't be! He'd just watched to many horror movies the other night. Because it would be ridiculous to think that vampires were actually real. Shawn only ever said that to scare Gus!
A moment later the second blonde was next to Shawn, smiling and putting her arms around him. She then glared at the ditzy blonde.
"Leave now before I get angry."
"Slayer!" hissed the ditz.
"This was supposed to be a bit of a vacation. I don't want to work and so I'll give you a chance to leave. I don't appreciate you trying to feed on humans. Even if they are wannabes of the supernatural."
"Hey!" Shawn grumbled. "I'm no wannabe, I am the official psychic for the San Diego Police Department."
Both blondes laugh at him.
"I am!" Shawn wasn't sure why it annoyed him to have these two strangers laughing.
"I came here to see if you were really a psychic and your not. If you'd been one you already know about the danger you were about to put yourself into by leaving this bar with her. I'm Buffy by the way," she flashed him smile.
"Shawn," he went to hold out his hand but before he could both women were attacking each other. "CHICK FIGHT!"
Both women quickly made a mess of the bar. Shawn really was starting to get a bit worried because neither woman was doing typical fighting of pulling hair and biting. No, this was some serious smackdown. Oh well, Shawn knew the cops would be there soon to break it up. Except that when they showed there would only be one woman remaining. Shawn blinked rapidly; he couldn't have just seen that. That Buffy chick did not just stick a piece of wood into the ditzy woman's heart and cause her to turn to dust. That doesn't happen in the real world!
Buffy stood up dusted herself off and handed off a few hundred dollar bills to the bar tender. Walking over to Shawn the strange woman leaned over and kissed his cheek before slipping him a business card.
"Call me sometime," Buffy smiled before slipping out the back door.
"SPENCER! What the hell happened here?"
"Oh, hey Lassi, nothing big. My date ended up being a vampire and some blonde girl killed her before my rescuer slipped me her digits."