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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"Shawn, maybe you should sleep, the Doctor said you weren't hurt, not that you were immune to exhaustion."
"I'm not tired, Gus, I'm like a Vampire!"
Gus shook his head, "Vampires sleep during the day. That gives you four...maybe five hours before the sun starts to rise."
"A Puma?"
"The shoe?" Gus frowned.
"No, the lion!"
"A Puma isn't a lion, Shawn, and they sleep like any other animal!"
Holding up his hands in a defeated pose, Shawn scoffed, "I got it, drop me off at my apartment, I'll go to sleep, but you have to pick me up, bright and early, Gus!"
"I'm not the one who has a problem getting up in the morning. You are the one who demands to sleep until nine. Normal people are already functioning well before eight."
"Gus, don't be the squishy playdoh in the carpet. No one is functioning before eight, they are merely on autopilot until they get through the first three hours of early discombobulation."
"Whatever Shawn, I'll be at your house at eight."
Shawn grinned, "Discombobulation it is!"
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"STO~P!" ear piercing was all that could describe the sound of the scream which reverberated off the stone walls of the dimly lit basement. Shawn knew that not long before he'd been sleeping on a large pineapple pizza, only to find himself soon after in a black and white rerun of Perry Mason, only...this episode clearly focused more on the gruesome details of the murderer and its victim. Though it somehow reminded him equally of the more recently aired SNAPPED. A woman, he watched...in her late fifties...drag a lead pipe towards a corner of the basement where a younger woman no older than twenty-five was cowering after a direct hit by the pipe in the older woman's hand. "Mom!" The younger cried, her voice sounded much like a plea, filled with fear and agony. "MOM PLEASE!"
The older woman paused for a mere fraction of a second before continuing her languid paced steps.
Shawn watched the younger one as she tried desperately to stand, even moving forward and trying to help her up, but to no avail, his hands simply passed through her. She was clinging to the wall and pulling herself up when the scrapping of the metal pipe ceased. Shawn looked to the mother in time to see her bring the pipe down on the older lady's daughter. "JESUS!" Shawn jumped back, looking around as if hoping by some miracle someone would break down the door and save this girl, but no one came.
Over, and over, and over again, Shawn watched the lead pipe descend down against the girl, her legs, her arms, her back, her hips...continuously beating her with the pipe until she stopped moving. Still barely conscious, the girl stared up with blurry eyes at her mother, her screams silenced after a while, no longer able to feel the pain, only a mind-numbing throb.
Shawn couldn't even begin to imagine what the girl must be feeling, the blood splatter alone was enough to make his skin crawl,, even in the black and white scale he was watching it in.
"...why...?" the girls voice was broken and strained, a slight cough following as she fought against the blood in her lungs.
"Why? I would have thought that'd be obvious, Janet; I'd been married to your father for nearing thirty years, and I find out after he dies, that he left EVERYTHING...to YOU! All of his assets, all of his land...even his mother's wedding ring...the one he gave ME on my wedding day, he put down that it was to go to you should he die. YOU! My god, Janet, I've had to compete with my own DAUGHTER all my life, for crying out loud! JUST DIE ALREADY!" She brought the pipe down harder on Janet's leg and another scream echoed around the room.
It was silent for a few more moments with the exception of the shallow and pained breaths that belonged to Janet. Shawn had to look away from the torture as he was starting to feel light headed himself now. After a couple more moments of silence, he heard a heavy breath, followed by a curt laugh. Shawn glanced over to Janet who was smirking up at her mother, though he saw the hurt and sorrow in her eyes.
"...good things...to those who wait..."
Shaking his head as the lead pipe came down across Janet's head.
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Shawn shot forward in a cold sweat as he put his hand to his face before running his fingers through his damp hair. Heavily breathing, he tried to calm himself down as he took a deep breath before glancing to the clock. "Damnit, two in the morning...I'll never fall back to sleep now. Not in the middle of my REM cycle." He glared at the clock that was glowing (1:56 AM) in bright neon green. "There aren't even any good TV shows on this early." Shawn yawned and stretched as he stood up and grabbed his blanket, pulling it over his shoulder and towards the couch in front of the TV. He stared blankly at the television for a good three minutes before glancing around the room restlessly. When his eyes touched the reflective glass of the TV again, his eyes widened. "Girls gone wild!"
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Me: Here is chapter three of Requiem of Lies, I hope you all enjoy this chapter, let me know what you all think! I would really love reviews!