A/N I don't know why I write these things... I just want to be connected! It's only been about a week since I updated which is good because this is a longer chapter than the previous one! WOOP

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(I wonder if actual authors write fan fictions about their own books. Would they not put a disclaimer and be like "Hey! I own this!" )

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PS: "Yabbering" IS A WORD. NO MATTER WHAT SPELL CHECK SAYS!


The phone call had been a short one. Henry had shouted at him, complaining about his son's way of doing things and Shawn fired back with all his material on how he was a rubbish father. There was a fair bit of shouting before Shawn had a vision half way through and blanked for about 20 seconds, his dad still yelling on the other end. When Shawn snapped out of it he was met with his dad yabbering about how these distractions could kill him one day and he had to be careful and concentrate and not broadcast the fact to the whole world.

Henry had no idea.

Shawn had hung up the phone already.

They had both done their fair bit of ranting down the line but it was nothing compared to face to face. It was unbelievable how even after Henry wronged Shawn by talking to reporters he still could wrong his son even further and blame his mistakes on him.

Gus noticed his discomfort as Shawn plonked himself back on the sofa as the third movie was coming to an end.

"What's wrong?"

"My dad's a dick" Shawn grumbled.

"What has he done now?" Gus asked, clenching his fists, ready to be angry at Henry.

"He doesn't approve of the choices I made but, it's not like he gave me much choice"

"True. Shall we switch disks?" Gus suggested pointing at the screen that was beginning to show the credits.

Shawn sighed and thought. As much as he would like to watch the forth movie he knew that Gus was needed back at his 'real job'.

"Nah, you gotta get back. You're boss will want to see you soon. You can't technically work two jobs and the newspaper mentions both of us as 'detectives for the SPBD'. Just when he gives you the choice, put me on the phone with him"

Gus stared open mouthed. "Why don't you just come with?"

The doorbell rang.

"I have to take that" Shawn answered and Gus sighed with annoyance.

Gus walked over to the entrance and let the woman in as he exited.

"See ya buddy!" Shawn yelled after him.

Caroline smiled meekly, "Am I interrupting something?"

"Nah" Shawn waved it off, "He had to go anyway"

Shawn paused and looked at her. "Can I help you with something?"

"You really are a mystery you know" she commented walking towards him and closing the door behind her.

Shawn raised an eyebrow in response.

"Your friends are protective too. I tried to interview them and they were very tight lipped. Got myself thrown out of the station" she admitted and she chuckled slightly but her eyes remained on Shawn.

"Do you really see the future?" she quizzed.

Shawn pursed his lips together.

"You are free to speculate" Shawn told her without directly answering the question.

She smiled, "As is the rest of the world. Your father said you did and showed me the scans as proof. We have done new scans to prove the abnormality in your brain so what are we supposed to believe?"

"Whatever you want" Shawn answered back. "I don't want to be famous Caroline" he admitted, getting personal, "I don't want to be continuously hounded by reporters and people wanting their fortune told because I won't do it"

Caroline nodded in understanding.

"I understand. We have had several people ring in already, wanting you to prove yourself" she told him, to see how he would react.

"I won't prove anything. I don't have too. I have never claimed to be psychic or a seer. People can judge me all they like but I have never said I was so I shouldn't have to prove that I am" Shawn explained.

Caroline nodded. "Very true. What about Doctor Fuller? I knew he for one is very interested in your brain"

Shawn could have laughed.

"Who wouldn't be interested in my brain? But I will not be a lab rat or a human gineau pig and I doubt I will ever consent to being one. People should respect my wishes"

"That they should" Caroline responded before Shawn's mobile began to go off loudly.

"I'll leave you to answer that, thanks for answering some of my questions"

Shawn only nodded as he dug in his pocket for his phone. It was Gus calling, just as he had told him to.

"Hello"

"Mr Shawn Spencer?"

"Yup that's me. I assume this is Mr Haversham"

"That's correct. Now why is it I am talking to you? You do realise his contract has an exclusivity clause?"

"It's more of a hobby really" Shawn heard Gus weakly protest in the background.

"You read about me in the newspaper?"

"What does that have to do with anything? I don't believe any of this psychic babble"

"You know your grandmother would object about having an affair with your secretary. You know she believed in the sanctity of marriage. She wouldn't want you to go to jail for repackaging and reselling samples from the company"

Shawn paused and was astounded by the silence on the other end.

"What do you want?"

"Let Gus continue his work with me and with you and I won't tell a soul"

"Fine"

"A raise wouldn't go amiss either"

"Fine."

He hung up the phone.

Shawn listened for a moment before he realised that he had just been hung up. Well at least that should have fixed it. It was weird how he wasn't speaking with Mr Ogletree but knew it was Mr Haversham by the sound of his voice. Shawn guessed it was because of him that he was speaking to the head of the company as he and Gus were in the newspaper in a positive way for managing to solve so many cases, it would be beneficial advertisement to their company.

At least Gus' job was saved. Shawn felt a little guilty about basically blackmailing him into letting Gus not only keep his job but a raise as well. Gus deserved it though, he worked hard to get where he did and he enjoyed his work… most of the time. Yes, Psych cut into company time but Gus was good at his job and it didn't matter if he signed out early, he always got the job done.

Shawn suspected that his friend would stay at the office now for the rest of the day and attempt to get most of that week's work done.

Shawn was now alone in the psych office; luckily no one had found the location of their agency yet. Shawn knew they would find him later on that day.

Shawn went over to his untidy desk and opened his laptop. It burst into life in a few seconds making him realise he had forgotten to turn it off last time he was on. He desperately reached for the plus underneath the table so it didn't die on him.

Firstly, his Facebook had been clogged with friend requests. Perhaps it wasn't a bad idea to accept them. Wait, of course it would be!

Twitter, he had hundreds of new followers. Shawn had never really been one to tweet a lot. His first few tweets were stupid little things like "Testing". Then it was full with random comments and thoughts on the world. Perhaps he could use this as an anonymous way to decide things. He had always been to Gus in the past or tried to ignore them completely. The obvious thing here was that now he knew it was possible to change the future, should he allow the crime to take place in the first place.

Plucking up his courage he glanced at the screen again. His amount of followers had gone up again already.

Question: What's better? To prevent a death and let a sicko walk free or let it happen and catch him afterwards? After all, you can't charge a guy of murder if he didn't kill someone.

Shawn waited a second before clicking on the post button. Seconds later there were a dozen responses on screen.

Some of the responses were nice. The answers were typed with pure admiration. Most of the ones posted suggested that he should let the murder happen and send the murderer to serve his punishment, arguing that he might kill again. Others said that they didn't mind as long as it wasn't them who had to die for this guy. Quite a few people had followed him only to declare that he was an attention seeking brat who was smart enough to fake the scans using blackmail. Others told him that he was blessed with a gift and he shouldn't use it in a way were he condemns a guy to death if he has the potential to save him. Shawn was twisted but there was one comment that stuck out to him, hidden in the crowd and surrounded by other messages.

Why does it have to be a choice of what is better?

Save them both. Could he do that? Someone could still go down for attempted murder couldn't they? He needed to speak to the Chief.

Riding his motorcycle to the station, Shawn remembered his helmet and drove safely to the station. He parked in "his spot". He had quickly claimed it. The spot was right by the entrance of the station, luckily his bike squeezed in nicely and no one had complained of its presence so he assumed it was ok.

In the rush to get there, he had completely forgotten his disguise and found himself surrounded by people moments after he took his helmet off.

"What is it like to be psychic?"

"How do these visions last?"

"Is it true that-"

"How do you-"

Shawn had quickly had enough and was blinded by one of the cameras flashing in his eyes.

"ENOUGH" a loud voice boomed and Shawn was grabbed by the shoulder.

"LEAVE HIM ALONE. NO QUESTIONS"

Shawn found himself being pushed into the building and looking into the concerned face of Carlton Lassiter.

"What the hell are you doing Shawn?"

Shawn grinned weakly. "I gotta talk to the Chief

Lassiter sighed, expecting that sort of reason.

Lassiter walked with him to the Chief's office and they conversed along the way.

"How is the planning for the war re-enactment going?" Shawn asked and Lassiter's face beamed.

"It's going ok. We've got a lot of work to do for this weekend, still needs a lot of work"

Shawn laughed. "Don't worry, it will certainly be memorable"

Lassiter looked briefly puzzled. "You want in?"

"No, I'm alright thanks."

"You know" Lassiter paused as they approached the Chief's door. "You might want to try avoiding the press, they are interested now but it will die down"

"I know. I don't like the attention and my dad certainly isn't happy. But he was the one that blabbed anyway so technically it is his entire fault. But I have to say… it does feel good not to hide anymore" Shawn revealed slowly.

Lassiter paused reflectively and nodded. "I can't pretend to know what it is like, knowing things you don't want to know the answer to and not being able to lie when someone asks you about it"

Shawn gave him a weak smile. "That's why I haven't answered anything directly"

Lassiter gave a small chuckle. "I guess you're used to it"

Shawn walked away and knocked on the door of the Chief's office. He gave Lassiter one final look and he nodded at him and Shawn nodded back. Shawn's thank you was silent, but acknowledged none the less.

The Chief called him in and seemed surprised to see him.

"Chief. I know that you would never betray me and I want to discuss a future dead person with you"

"Oh" the Chief looked shocked.

Shawn approached her desk and sat down opposite. She moved the papers she was shuffling to give Shawn her total attention.

"Okay, the war re-enactment rehearsal is this weekend and someone ends up dead"

"Who?"

"Nelson Poe?" Shawn asked rhetorically, hoping he remembered the name correctly and the Chief gasped.

"How?"

"He's shot in the heart"

The Chief was speechless.

"Now I know it is possible to change the future, ever since Gus survived, I have a plan to save this guy's life"

"How? And why is he shot?"

"Some sort of insurance policy on Griffin Mahoney's shop? I think the girl Sally Reynolds did the policy and would get the money if the store were to- oh he blows it up with some C4."

"Then why is Nelson Poe killed?"

Shawn frowned, "Oh, he spots Mahoney trying to kill Sally. But look I have a plan"

"I'm listening" the Chief whispered and Shawn smiled and opened his mouth to explain.


Author note:

SO who wants to hear the plan? It's suprising simple actually and you could probably guess it really easy as I understand I am not the most subtle writer when it comes to trying to subtly mention something. But if you do guess... I won't tell you if your right! LOL!

Sad point: Next chapter I am not actually going to show you the discussion Shawn and the Chief have. You'll just have the events as they unravel.

Just realised that the whole "Weekend Warriors" script, including this chapter will only take up three chapters. Hm... Maybe I should try and make it a little longer.

gah, I am blabbering!

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