Requiem of Lies
Summary: It was all a lie...it always had been. A con, a farce...an extremely fabricated truth lost long ago in myriads of lies. What happens when it's no longer a lie? What happens...when Shawn finds himself trying to fight off real visions? His health is depleting, his friendship is straining, and he hasn't had a single pineapple smoothie since it all started...and strangely enough...only Detective Lassiter is ready to help him, but why?!
Rated: Hopefully D...for Dirty Goodness!
But I'll put M just to be on the safe side.
Genre: Romance/Humor/Drama
Pairing: Shawn/Lassiter
TV Show: Psych
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Henry Spencer was pacing the Hospital waiting room, just outside of the ICU. His son had been admitted into the hospital nearly three hours ago, and he wasn't yet allowed to see him. Sitting down fretting over his shirt sleeves, Gus was doing what he could to look calm and collected, but the three empty Styrofoam cups on the little corner table next to the seat he was in, gave way to his nerves and how seemingly unaffected he was by the situation.
Leaning against the wall nearby the doors leading to the ICU, was none other than Detective Carlton Lassiter. The man had arrived on the scene of the incident, shortly after McNabb had called it in, and was with him through tile they got to the Hospital. Though Henry wasn't sure of how to perceive the man's personal feelings towards his son, having believed that the detective found him little less than a nuisance, he knew he cared enough to consider him, by some definition of the word, a friend.
Right now, it was just the three of them. No one was speaking, no one had spoken since Henry had arrived to find Gus and Carlton discussing what had happened, only briefly subjecting the three of them to conversation long enough to fill Henry in on Shawn's progress, which was none, so far.
As the clock on the wall ticked, Henry turned his wrist and his eyes narrowed in on the face of his watch. "Damn it, you would think that someone would come talk to us. It's almost twelve!"
Gus and Carlton both turned their eyes to their own respective watches, and sure enough, only a few more seconds remained until twelve. The timing was a stroke of luck, or maybe luck was the wrong word. As if waiting for the countdown itself, the second that the hour, minute and second hand were pointing up, the lights in the hospital went out with a clash of lightning and thunder. It was about ten minutes later that they realized the power was completely out. Using their cellphones to give them some light, but not enough to do much of anything in their given situation.
"Shit..." Carlton pushed off the wall, "hey!" He called to a passing nurse who they could only subtly make out from a flash of lightning, "why are the emergency lights not coming on?"
The nurse frowned, "the breakers are all down, sir. We are trying to get them up and running, but the fact of the matter is...they just aren't...the electrician said that there is nothing he can do right now, as there is no method of generating power with even the emergency breakers offline."
"What does that mean for Shawn?" Gus asked, dreading her answer, but needing to know.
"...what that means...for Shawn...and for all of our other patients...is that unless the power comes on in the next couple of minutes...we will lose many, many lives tonight." Her eyes shaking in fear at such a dreadful thought, tears threatening to fall as she continued on her way down the hall.
"...Spencer..." Carlton frowned, closing his eyes.
Gus did the same, his eyes closing as he thought of his best friend. "Shawn..."
Henry looked carefully at the shadows that followed another bright light from the terror clouds outside, getting a good look at both Gus and Carlton, he closed his eyes and his hands tightened in fists at his side. 'Damn it, Kid...!'
The three men who held very little in common, held one thing in common at that moment. Praying for the recovery of Shawn Spencer, they were all scared of how this Hospital Trip just might end.
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Prison Gates Won't Open Up For Me
On These Hands And Knees I'm Crawlin'
Oh, I Reach For You
Well I'm Terrified Of These Four Walls
These Iron Bars Can't Hold My Soul In
All I Need Is You
Come Please
I'm Callin'
And All I Scream For You
Hurry I'm Fallen'
I'm Fallen'
Shawn watched the light over his head. Nothing like a ceiling light or wall light, not even a lamp or flashlight. It was more like a glow, but somehow, it felt like it was alive. It almost seemed to be...breathing...maybe not. Shawn watched as it faded in an out, somehow seeming close one moment, then out of reach the next. He reached forward and watched the glow move forward, it gently touched the tips of his fingers before swallowing his hand in the glory of its light, completely overshadowing his body, his eyes widened as he lost all sight for only a mere second, but that was enough to give him a fright as he tried to pull away from the light that was now clinging tightly to his body.
Show Me What It's Like
To Be The Last One Standing
And Teach Me Wrong From Right
And I'll Show You What I Can Be
And Say It For Me
Say It To Me
And I'll Leave This Life Behind Me
Say It If It's Worth Saving Me
"Let go! Get off of me!" Shawn was rubbing frantically at his arms as he tried to brush off the glow, but it was adamant, it continued to cling. His sight went out again, a flash of nothing brought him to his knees. Trembling, shaking, his whole body wrecked for much longer than the first initial moment of blindness.
Bringing his hands to his eyes, he felt for a moment, to make sure they weren't simply shut, but something brought his hands down to his sides, holding them, despite his struggles, not letting his go.
Heaven's Gates Won't Open Up For Me
With These Broken Wings I'm Fallin'
And All I See Is You
These City Wall Ain't Got No Love For Me
I'm On The Ledge Of The Eighteenth Story
And All I Scream For You
Come Please
I'm Callin'
And All I Need From You
Hurry I'm Fallin'
I'm Fallin'
Everything around him was white, void and empty of anything.
'Do your eyes fail you...psychic?'
Shawn glanced around chaotically, looking, left, right, up and down...the voice in the endless void of white was not familiar. Another headache pierced his cranium as his eyes lost all sight for a third time. This time, however, it was a stabbing pain he felt, as if being repeatedly cut by a serrated blade. Falling forward, breathing heavily, he heaved as his eye sight returned, blurry and unfocused, but there all the same. He knew he was drooling, his mouth had stopped working, he wasn't even sure if he could form coherent thoughts. 'I was under the impression that dreams couldn't hurt you...I guess I didn't give Wes Craven enough credit.' His muscles twitched, as if trying to regain some form of control over his body, but to no avail.
'This is no dream...'
'Fair enough...nightmare then.'
Show Me What It's Like
To Be The Last One Standing
And Teach Me Wrong From Right
And I'll Show You What I Can Be
And Say It For Me
Say It To Me
And I'll Leave This Life Behind Me
Say It If It's Worth Saving Me
Hurry I'm Fallin'
Shawn finally moved his arm a bit, testing it first before pushing himself back up, wiping the string of saliva that had passed by his lips without permission. "Who are you?"
"I AM WHO I AM!"
Shawn blinked, "...and that would be...Morgan Freeman?"
"Always the last word...my son...you play your hand so well, allow me to shuffle and deal out a new set of cards...I have a Straight Flush...I wonder if your hand will be of any significance to mine."
"I wasn't aware that God knew how to play Poker, though not well. If you were really at the Ace of your Game, you'd know that a Royal Flush always beats out a Straight Flush." Shawn stood and gazed around him, this whole conversation was anything but realistic, unless he was playing Jim Carey and Gus was playing Morgan Freeman, in which case, this scenario was totally reasonable.
"You are under the impression that I aim to win the game, I simply hope to teach you, my son."
"So does that make me Jim Caviezel in The Passion of the Christ?"
"More like Will Farrell in Superstar."
Shawn frowned, shaking his head, he looked down at his hands before commenting, "he only played Jesus for like...four or five minutes..."
"Exactly..."
Shawn felt a heavy pulse resonate through his body, his head spinning as if drowning under pressure, before finally...the white around him faded into the darkness of shadows.
And All I Need Is You
Come Please
I'm Callin'
And All I Scream For You
Hurry I'm Fallin'
I'm Fallin'
I'm Fallin'
Shawn opened his eyes and felt his body with his hands, shaking his head, he realized he was sitting in absolute darkness when suddenly the lights all came on. It wasn't like the white blinding light he'd had surrounding him moments ago. It was just bright and hard to adjust to. Blinking rapidly, he looked around with his eyes squinting, taking in the medical equipment before noting the IV drip attached to his arm. The door opened and a nurse stopped halfway in and halfway out the door before he leaned all the way out the door and yelled down the hall.
"CALL DOCTOR HANSEN!"
Show Me What It's Like
To Be The Last One Standing
And Teach Me Wrong From Right
And I'll Show You What I Can Be
And Say It For Me
Say It To Me
Still not entirely sure what was going on, Shawn watched as more nurses and the Doctor who he assumed to be Doctor Hansen, came rushing into his room.
'Go on Psychic, let's see how you play your hand in my game now.'
Shawn shook his head as he felt hands push him back against the bed before checking his vitals over and making sure he was okay.
And I'll Leave This Life Behind Me
Say It If It's Worth Saving Me
Hurry I'm Fallin'
And Say It For Me
Say It To Me
It was about thirty minutes of gloved hands running over his pulse and tilting his head this way and that way, opening his eyes wide, and taking his blood, before the Doctor spoke.
"By some miracle...without any signs of injury or trauma to your head, you are alive and well. Count your blessings, Mr. Spencer...someone up there has your back."
And I'll Leave This Life Behind Me
Say It If It's Worth Saving Me
Shawn smiled, "yeah...Morgan Freeman..."
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Me: Here is chapter two! Tell me what you think, nyan!