TRUTH IN LYRICS

Chapter Eleven: Pictures of You

Summary: Mainly a collection of Songfics. A psychotic maniac kidnaps Lassie and Shawn and injects them with something that makes them sing the truth… And through the course of fifteen different songs, will Shawn and Lassiter ACCEPT this truth??? Better then it sounds ^ ^

Disclaimer: I don't own Psych or the song "Pictures of You"

A/N: If you want to listen to the song as you read it, here's the url:

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It was hard for him to remember how happy he had been with Shawn.

Carlton was sure now, that what existed between him and Shawn was not made by some strange injection. He had taken the cure as soon as he had gotten back from Shawn's, and still, whenever he thought of the other man he felt a wave of love so powerful it brought tears to his eyes.

He walked through his house, feeling the pain of its emptiness. Without Shawn, the house seemed dull, lifeless. As if Shawn had brought all the beauty to his home, to his life, and now that he was gone there was…nothing. Carlton ran his fingers over his dusty mantel, gazing at the pictures that adorned it. Pictures of him and Shawn. Proof that he had had more fun in the past month with Shawn then he had in his entire life. Opening his mouth, he began to sing softly. He no longer had to, it was no longer automatic. But he wanted to. It was the only way he knew how to express himself, now.

"This is the clock upon the wall, This is the story of us all, This is the first sound of a newborn child, Before he starts to crawl. This is the war that's never won, This is a soldier and his gun, This is the mother waiting by the phone, Praying for her son."

What had he been before Shawn? Detective Carlton Lassiter, considered to be dull and boring, hardly the life of the party. Very by the book, not open to new ideas or new experiences. It wasn't a life he was living. He had tried to hard to prove himself to his mother and ex-wife, that he had never realized what he had let himself become.

"Pictures of you, pictures of me, Hung upon your wall for the world to see. Pictures of you, pictures of me, Remind us all of what we used to be…"

But then he had met Shawn. Even before the incident with McCullen, Shawn had brought a certain brightness into his life. He woke up every morning, knowing that he was going to see Shawn, that the man would make him laugh whether he decided to show his amusement or not. That they would save the day once more, with Shawn's unusual but helpful tactics. Whether Shawn knew it or not, he had been the reason Carlton was able to get out of bed every morning ever since he had joined the team.

"There is a drug that cures it all, Blocked by the governmental wall. We are the scientists inside the lab, Just waiting for the call. This earthquake weather has got me shaking inside, I'm high up and dry."

And then he had experienced what it would be like if Shawn were his. His to hold and protect and love, to go to bed with every night and to wake up with every morning. He had experienced heaven.

"Pictures of you, pictures of me, Hung upon your wall for the world to see. Pictures of you, pictures of me, Remind us all of what we used to be…"

And now he was gone. And Carlton had never felt such pain. Not when his mother finally gave up on him, not when Veronica broke up with him. Not even when his father left. Now for the first time he realized how much of a half life he'd been living. Or rather… it seemed as if he had been merely surviving before. He hadn't really lived until he had allowed himself to be in love with Shawn Spencer.

"Confess to me, every secret moment, Every stolen promise you believed. Confess to me, all that lies between us, All that lies between you and me… We are the boxers in the ring, We are the bells that never sing, There is a title we can't win no matter how hard we might swing…"

Carlton turned away from the pictures, unable to look at them anymore. The hell of it was, he would never stop loving him.

No matter what.

"Pictures of you, pictures of me, Hung upon your wall for the world to see. Pictures of you, pictures of me, Remind us all of what we used to be…"