Good news people! Psych is coming back soon! Thank god1 Season two! Or is it three? I think we might have made it, but to stop you all from becoming worried and scared and stuff like that, make no mistake you will not miss my stories! One more chapter after this should do it.
No, not because I quit writing, because I'm starting a new story with these two, though light shassie this time. There will be a summary for the new story at the end…
Back to the Future?
By: Rivvy
"You're alright now. I promise." And Shawn, for all he was worth, just pressed his face into Carlton's chest and nodded softly.
Assurance is a wonderful thing, after all.
What happens in the Santa Barbra Police Station-stays at the Santa Barbra Police Station.
The whole ordeal with the man and Shawn was dropped completely; nothing was said during the ride home, nothing was needed. They made it home, Lassiter leaving the bullpen with Shawn at his heels just like always, they made it to the car and the sun was shinning just like always.
There was nothing different about this day, and quite frankly, Lassiter didn't expect anything different. They ate dinner, (which consisted of subs and potato chips and ONE large pineapple smoothie, mind you,) but this was not a filling meal apparently.
"…Lassie, I'm hungry…do we have any ice cream?" Lassiter glanced up form his papers at the desk, to where Shawn was bent at the waist dangling over the back of couch with his head cocked cutely at him. The remote dangled from one disconcerted hand.
Carlton looked over the word 'we' and shook his head. "Nope sorry."
"Pineapple?" Shawn quipped hopefully.
The smile he received wasn't mean; it was full of regret, as it very well should be. "Gone, Shawn." Shawn slumped over the dull gray couch.
"Think there's some ramen in the cupboard though, want that?"
Shawn shrugged haplessly. "Kay." Carlton smiled again in regret and sympathy.
"I'll make some for you, c'mon." Dropping everything to make the brunette happy, he got to his feet, (popped his back once or twice) and made his way to the modest kitchen.
"Oh, ooh, can I get the noodles?" The look on Shawn's face was priceless, his grin stretching not as far as usual, not as far as Lassiter wanted it too, but beggars couldn't be choosers and Carlton let the brunette take over the responsibility of snagging the pasta.
"Sure Shawn." Lassiter nodded and round the corner to the living room as an excuse to not let Shawn see his smile on his face. Damn kid was too cute.
Shawn smiled happily and reached for one of the utmost shelves where the pasta rested. Standing on tiptoe, Shawn pressed his stomach, and few of his bruises and tried to make himself two feet taller before losing his balance and toppled backward rather ungracefully the cold unforgiving floor below him.
There was a clatter, a bang and suddenly Shawn was eagle-spread on the linoleum, flat on his back and lay unmoving. And in that small amount of time Lassiter had managed to have a very quick heart attack and did the hundred yard dash to the fallen brunette' side in record time.
"Shawn!!" Skidding to a stop beside the slumped man, Lassiter dropped to his knees with painful reactions from his joints and frantically searched for a pulse. Finding one, Carlton let out breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding.
He was alive. Damn, such a klutz. No matter what state of mind he's in.
"Shawn. Shawn!" at this point Carlton decided he was very much worried, and didn't give a damn if the kid knew about it or not. He knew that if Shawn woke up and heard this sort of tone coming from his detective, he would become jumpy and go on the defensive, Lassiter didn't care though-the kid was scaring the hell out of him.
"C'mon, Shawn. Wake up…wake up. Dammit." Carlton swallowed, Shawn had hit his head, and that made it unwise to move him just yet. Not until Shawn regained consciousness and proved to Lassiter that he was okay. This was something that was wrong about this whole thing.
'What have you done to me, kid?' Lassiter, who was sure Shawn was in a comfortable spot and was NOT dead, thank you very much, before seating himself next to the unconscious psychic. Over these past few days, Shawn had done something to the harden detective. He had slipped under his defenses, which had once thrived thanks to his wife, his walls weakened and Spencer ducked in like cat burglar. He had stolen one thing, though, his heart. Too bad that sounded like a poorly planned romance novel. Carlton chuckled, but his face became straightened and serious when he realized something crucial. Shawn threw Carlton off and made him protective and he couldn't help it.
But Shawn, in return had gone through hell, had lost everything that meant something to him.
Lassiter, in return, had realized he…needed Shawn. To feel useful and helpful again. Though you'd think his job would assert that little issue.
All the while Carlton was contemplating these past days, he was running his hand through Shawn's spiky cropped hair. It wasn't as cropped feeling as usual. He needs a trim, he though fondly.
Of their own accord, his long fingers found their way to Shawn's cheekbones, and observed, using their sense of touch and feeling, the crooks in Spencer's neck, his chin, the dip under his eye and the slight bend in his nose. Touching and feeling didn't seem to be enough, though, because Lassiter found himself closer and closer to those slackened lips…touch was one thing, but how did they…taste, he wondered?
Shawn might have woken up at anytime, he might not even have woken up at all, but as fate will have it, he woke right then and there.
"…eh? Lassie?" Lassiter's eyes widened and he snapped back so fast his neck cricked in a number of places.
"…" Before I continue, please realize that Lassiter has, with or without know it, had been relying on Shawn's innocence, and that Shawn had been taking anything that Carlton said to be written in stone, so that Carlton could get away with a number of things around the brunette just by talking them off.
Lassiter thought quickly and figured he could just talk his way out this one. It had worked every other time for the past four days, hadn't it? Why should right now be any different?
Suddenly Shawn grinned wolfishly and his mind flew at a speed far fasters than Carlton's. "Aww, Lassie, you haven't even taken me out to dinner yet! Aren't you moving things a little too fast, hmm?" Lassiter swallowed and gapped at the slighter.
This was not something that the New Shawn said. Grinning like the Cheshire Cat was not something the New Shawn did. And that spark in his bright hazel eyes most certainty did not belong to the New Shawn.
That meant only one thing, if you get my drift.
"Sh-Shawn!"
TBC
Omfg this was too short I'm sorry! TTTT okay, so, cause it was short chapter you get a summary of a new story. It's also on my profile page.
Title name: A Game of Cat and Mouse
Sum: The bond between animal and man is strong. So strong, in fact, that wants become needs and a certain stray cat decides it likes stern and sullen Carlton Lassiter. Shawn the cat is about to turn Lassiter's life upside down and inside out. Especially when his genetic human/cat condition comes into play.