A/N~ Hey Everyone! I'm So Psyched! I Got Like 8 Reviews! I'm SO HAPPY! XD Also, This Chapter(& The Next Few Chapters) Will Be Really Short, Sorry. I Know You Like Long Chapters, But These Next Ones Have A Lot Of Fluff & Even Get Into The Slash Area, So I Hope You'll Be Happy With Them.
Warning~ Scared(More Like Terrified) Shawn.
Disclaimer~ Do I Own This? Nope. Not Yet… But I'm Getting Close. Mwahahaha!
Chapter 11:
Day 3: Thunder and Lightening Is Bad For Psychics? Who Knew?
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Carlton's heart twisted and he ran to the younger mans side.
"Shawn!"
"Shawn are you okay?" Lassiter asked frantically as he kneeled beside him. "Are you hurt? What's wrong?"
Shawn gave no indication that he had heard the detective. He simply remained silent and continued to clutch his head in his hands.
"Shawn! Are you okay?" Lassiter tried again, placing his hand on Shawn's shoulder.
Shawn didn't flinch, he didn't look up and into Carlton's eyes, he didn't whine or whimper. Shawn just sat there, frozen like a statue: His eyes skewered shut, his mouth turned into a grimace, and his hands clamped over his ears. Besides the sound of the wind wiping outside, and the hard pitter patter of the rain hitting the metal of the plane, all was silent.
Then came another flash of light and Lassiter saw Shawn tense. A few seconds later the roar of the thunder hit and Shawn flinched and yelped, obviously terrified of the sound. After a few seconds the thunder disappeared, and Shawn became as still as a statue again. Lassiter slightly shook Shawn by the shoulders and called out his name a few more times. The shaking seemed to do the trick.
Shawn hesitantly opened his eyes. He found himself looking into worried pools of blue. He minutely opened his mouth to speak, but just then there was another flash, followed by another roar of thunder. Shawn snapped his eyes shut and whimpered in fear.
"Shawn, Shawn!" Lassiter tried shaking him again, but failing. "Damn it Shawn!"
Lassiter saw Shawn start to tremble and he realized that he was slowly loosing Shawn to the fear, and if he didn't get Shawn's attention soon, he'd be lost in the terror throughout the entire storm. The shaking seemed to get him come around for a second. Maybe it was the body contact that did it. Lassiter thought.
He tried to think of different ways to get his attention with body contact. Punching? No, that wont work. I don't want to hurt him. Maybe... maybe another hug? Well, it's better than punching. Lassiter could feel the blush creeping onto his face at the thought of hugging Shawn again, but quickly decided that it was his best chance to get Shawn to come around. After all, he had done it earlier and nothing had happened.
Lassiter sat down beside Shawn, and scooting close, he wrapped an arm around the young psychic's shoulders, pulling him in close: practically pulling Shawn into his lap.
Shawn could feel Lassiter sit next to him. He thought the detective had given up trying to break him out of his phobia induced trance, so when he felt himself being pulled into Carlton's chest, to say that he was surprised would be an understatement. Shawn's eyes snapped open and he tilted his head back to look up Lassiter. The detective was staring down at him worry clear on his face as he surveyed the psychic's, now open, eyes. Shawn felt himself relax into the detective's touch, and he surprised himself by scooting closer to warmth that was Lassiter, practically craving it.
Lassiter could feel Shawn's tense muscles relax against his bare skin, and was happy to feel him cuddle closer. He tightened his grip, and lifted his other hand to card it through Shawn's still damp hair. He could feel Shawn still trembling, but he was unaware if it was from being scared or if it was from still being in soaking wet clothes, Lassiter decided the remedy both of the problems.
Lassiter scooted away, but Shawn followed.
"Shawn," Lassiter said, surprising him with how softly he spoke. "You're shivering. We need to get you out of these wet clothes."
He felt Shawn nod into his chest and waited for Shawn to move away himself. Slowly but surely, Shawn sat up, reluctantly pulling himself away from the detective's warm body. Lassiter stood and helped Shawn to stand. Shawn gripped Lassiter's bicep and squeaked as another roar of thunder was heard. Lassiter could see the shaking increasing and he saw that Shawn had once again tightly shut his eyes. With another roar of thunder, Shawn's knees gave way and Lassiter grabbed ahold of the psychic.
"Easy Shawn." Lassiter soothed. "You're safe, alright? You're safe with me here."
Shawn hesitantly opened his eyes and looked up into Lassiter's, searching for safety in their depths: finding it, he nodded. Lassiter helped Shawn strip down to his boxers, and sat him down on the bench seat. He grabbed Shawn's bag and brought it over to the bench. He fished around in it for a minute before bringing out a pair of sweat pants and a baggy shirt, along with a pair of thick socks. We are so lucky that we didn't lose out luggage in the crash. Lassiter thought gratefully.
He helped Shawn get dressed, as the younger man seemed unable to tell up from down in his frightened state. He did; however, allow Shawn to put on his own socks, and while Shawn did so, he changed into dry, and more comfortable clothes as well. He rejoined Shawn just as he was straightening one of his socks. Lassiter grabbed the blankets from the chair and the back of the couch, and sat down against the corner where the couch met the wall of the plane. He pulled Shawn back against his chest and wrapped the blankets around both of them, and also wrapping his arms around Shawn's waist, keeping the younger man secured in the seat. He pulled Shawn closer and felt Shawn's head rest in the nape of his neck.
Shawn went into a little bit of shock when Lassiter began to undress him, but he was to scared to protest, and he flinched as more thunder was heard. He could hear Lassie talking to him, but he couldn't tell what he was saying, so he tried to relax at just the fact that he was there and trying to help. He was so confused; everything went by really quickly, and before he knew it he was dressed and being handed a pair of socks. He slowly put them on and found that he had done so with one of them crooked, so he straightened it out. He felt Lassiter reach behind him and grab something soft. Blanket. Shawn absently thought, then before he could conjure up another thought, he was being hauled back into something warm and inviting and he didn't struggle against it. He could feel the soft blankets being wrapped around him along with warm and comforting arms.
Shawn suddenly felt a weight of exhaustion wash over him. He rested his head in what he could only guess was Lassiter's neck, and within seconds he could begin to feel sleep take him over, and he welcomed it happily. However, there was just one thing his sleepy, scared, and exhausted mind had to tell Lassiter before he succumbed to his awaiting slumber. He groggily looked up into the comforting blue eyes that gazed down at him and smiled.
"Love you Lassie." Shawn said before falling asleep.
Lassiter froze. He wasn't sure if he had heard correctly. Did I just hear what I think I heard? He was happy if it was, but sad if it wasn't. Though that sure sounded like he just said he lo... Lassiter couldn't complete the though; it scared him that that one little comment could make him so happy. Spencer just said that he... he loved me. What in the hell! Why? Since when? So all those times he flirted with me were real? Lassiter's mind raced a million miles a minute. He was so happy yet completely confused by the confession.
He was going to ask Shawn all the questions right then, but when he looked back down, he saw that Shawn had fallen into a peaceful slumber. He silently watched Shawn's sleeping face and his anger and confusion faded away. He felt something that he had never felt before; not even with his wife or his job. Just sitting there, holding Shawn in his arms curled up on a couch; Detective Carlton Lassiter felt content. Content with everything: content with his job, content with his divorce, content with their current situation, content with life in general. He realized that it was Shawn that made him content. He had curled up on couches with people before, and in much more romantic settings, but in that plane, in that situation, with the storm raging outside and Shawn curled up in against him; Carlton truly felt, for the first time in his life, happy and tranquil.
His mind coming back from his thoughts and he looked back down at Shawn's sleeping face, it reminded him that he too was exhausted. He pulled Shawn a bit closer and rested his cheek on Shawn's head, breathing in the smell of pineapples mixed with the unique scent that Lassiter could only describe as 'Shawn'. He smiled as he let his exhaustion take him over, and he fell into the post peaceful sleep he ever had.
E/N~ So What'd You Think? I Was Really Tempted To End It After Shawn Confessed, But Then It Would Have Only Been Like 1000 Words & I Really Felt That Lassie Needed To React To It Right Away. Also This Is The End Of Day 3. XD
I Think I'll Try To Venture Back Into Wanting 7 Reviews, Okay? Also Just Wanted To Say That The Next Chapter Will Be Really REALLY Short. Close To 1000 Words, But It's More Of Their Thoughts When They Wake Up, So It's Very Important.
Also, I Probably Wont Upate Until Next Thursday Because This Is My Last Week Of College Until August, Which Means FINALS. Oh Joy. So Sorry.
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