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Disclaimer: I don't own Psych. I do own Aurora and certain other OC's that you'll meet.
Maya sighed as she slumped deeper into her chair. Claire shot her a hopeful smile, which she returned with a glare.
"Amaya Lassiter." A sharp voice called out. Maya turned around, her defiant glower darkening leaving Lassie to wonder how someone who looked so much like him could be so different. She had his raven colored hair, though hers fell in corkscrew ringlets and had a purple stripe in the front, and they both shared the same blue eyes.
"It's Maya." She clarified.
"Amaya is the name on your birth certificate. Therefore I will call you Amaya." He answered in a harsh tone. "Hi Detective." Claire greeted awkwardly.
"Hello Claire. Now, can somebody please explain to me what happened?" Claire nodded and sat up straight in her chair.
"You see, Maya s-she had a physical altercation with a, uh, a door." She squirmed. Lying wasn't exactly her strong point. Maya rolled her eyes.
"Amaya. The truth." Lassie pressed. Claire gave her an apologetic look. "I was in a fight." Maya confessed.
"I guessed as much." He answered dryly.
"Ok, they said that I was the unwanted child. Which, technically is true." She muttered the last part, hoping her father hadn't heard her.
"Amaya, you're not the unwanted child." Lassie said.
"Oh, really? Then how come Will gets to go to the Police Department and I don't? How come everyone knows about Will and no one knows about me? Face it, dad. I'm not only the unwanted child. I'm the unwanted twin as well." She answered.
"Look, ever since the divorce it's been just Will and I Over here with you and your mom over there-"
"But then she had to ruin everything by dying? That wasn't her fault!" Maya yelled, defending her mother. Lassie sighed.
"I know it wasn't. I just need a little adjustment. Will, he's learning everything at the department. He is going to be Head Detective after all."
Maya snorted, but refrained from saying anything. "Detective?" Claire asked. "Maybe Aunt Juliet can take us both home after school." She offered, seeing as how Maya and her father weren't in the best position.
Lassie nodded. "We're not having a particularly busy day. O'hara can take you both home." Maya pumped her fist in the air.
"Keep out of trouble." He warned. Maya gave him a carefree wave.
"I'll try."
"Alright, now just sign here. And here. And here." Gus pointed to each spot on the waifer. Aurora rolled her eyes, but seeing as how she wasn't getting anywhere, obliged.
"We're all set!" He said excitedly.
"You actually enjoy this?" Aurora asked incredulously. "What else is in your activity list? Watching paint dry?" Gus glared at her.
"I'll have you know, that each and every one of those signatures were important." He said, trying to justify himself.
"I'm sure they were." Aurora answered sarcastically, not exactly convinced.
"Shawn?" Gus asked, walking over to the faux psychic. "She's all yours."
"Alright let's get-" A phone began to ring, cutting him off. The brunette rolled her eyes for the umpteenth time, smoothing out her bangs.
"Hiya Chief!" Shawn answered in a childish tone. "W-what? Right now? Okie-doke." He hung up the phone. "Looks like we have another case!"
"Ooh, can I come?!" Aurora asked. Shawn shook his head slowly. "Nope!"
"Take me, or I'll tell the chief you're not a psychic." She threatened.
"But I am a psychic!" Shawn insisted. Aurora quirked her eyebrow and put her hands on her hips, tapping her foot impatiently.
"You can't prove anything." He said.
"Oh, how hard can that be? Just by looking at you, I can tell-" Cereal crumbs. "That you had Froot Loops this morning." Shawn gaped at her, his eyes widening slightly.
"How did you know that?" He demanded.
Aurora raised a hand to her temple. "Maybe I'm Psychic." She joked. Shawn rolled his eyes. "Theres no such thing as.." He trailed off, seeing the triumphant look on her face.
"You're good." He admitted, and gave in. "Fine! You can come to the Department. You could actually be useful."
Aurora smiled. "But Aurora is way too long. I'm going to have to shorten it." Shawn added.
"Do whatever you want. If you find my father, you can use me as a stepstool for all I care."
"This man, identified as Jerry Shutters, was found dead in his living room. Small traces of-" The chief stopped, seeing Shawn, Aurora and Gus entering the room.
"Mr. Spencer, how kind of you to join us." She noted in a dry tone and gave him a quizzical look, catching sight of Aurora. "Who's this."
"Uh, my Psychic Aprentice." Shawn answered, thinking fast.
"A psychic apprentice?" Karen asked, still not sure as to why a little girl was in her debriefing room.
"Well, the spirit world was conversing. They held a meeting and I was invited. They had donuts!" Shawn began.
"Mr. Spencer." Karen warned.
"What? They were good donuts! Anyways, they chose her." He finished, pointing to Aurora, who waved.
"I, its just, fine. But shes your responsibility." Shawn nodded.
"Uh, Chief. You see, I came a long way to help with the case. My home isn't close to Santa Barbara and I, sorta need a place to stay. The spirits aren't feeling generous. But I do agree that the donuts were delicious." Aurora chimed in.
"You can stay with O'hara." Karen explained. "But the responsibility will be yours Mr. Spencer." Shawn nodded again.
"Does that mean I can hang around Jules's place all day? And all night?" He asked, waggling his eyebrows. Jules blushed, tucking a blonde wisp behind her ear.
"No, it means that the safety of this girl will be in your hands." Karen deadpanned.
"If she dies, do I get fired?" Shawn queried.
"What do you think?"
"I'll do my best, chief." Shawn finished nervously. Aurora shot him a mischievous smirk, assuring him that this wasn't going to be difficult.
It was going to be impossible.
So... What Do you think of Aurora, Maya and Claire? Should I keep going? Or, should I stop it right here? I really think you guys will like it as it develops, so give it a chance. Review?