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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The next morning, Gus found Shawn waiting on the bench outside of Psych, dressed in a plaid grey and blue button up shirt over a green tee, with jeans and a pair of black and white converse shoes. "I had an epiphany!"
"Yeah? What about and why are you sitting outside?"
Shawn glanced to the front door of Psych and then back to Gus, "it's much too beautiful a day to be spending it inside. Besides, I had a horrible dream, I'm talking borderline torture, Gus."
"Did Pee Wee Herman do that thing with the Pineapples again?"
"Gus~!" Shawn cringed, "I thought we agreed never to mention the Pee Wee Pineapple Dream! Now I'll have to watch like...every single John Cusack movie to wipe that image out of my head."
"You said a horrible dream, Shawn! You said borderline torture! I assumed it was-"
"Don't repeat it!" Shawn brought his hands up to his ears, "I meant actual torture, Gus...a girl was being beaten, over and over, by her mother no less."
"Damn, that is a horrible dream. What brought it on? Were you watching a horror movie late last night or something?"
Shawn shook his head, "no, like I told you I would, I went straight to bed after I showered. Oh, and by the way, totally not uninjured. I have stitches to prove it."
"I meant mentally, Shawn. Lightning Shock is no joke."
Shawn laughed out sardonically, "tell me about it. Hey, let's stop and get a coffee,"
"Stop and get coffee? Where are we going?"
Shawn pulled an earpiece from his right ear and lifted an old police scanner it was attached to. "Homicide down in the Canary Hotel."
"Of course," Gus jingled his keys, "but only if we stop for Churro's first!"
"Would I ever tell you 'no' to Churros?"
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Gus and Shawn were walking towards the crime scene that Shawn had mentioned hearing about over the Police Scanner. Shawn was holding a coffee against his chest with his arm, and a coffee in his right hand, with a churro in his left hand. "I still don't understand why you're buying Lassiter a coffee."
Shawn laughed, "Call it intuition, but I had this strange feeling that someone was going to knock his out of his hand."
"The only way I think that'll happen is if you did it yourself, are you planning on upsetting him before we even get a look at the crime scene?" Gus looked back over his shoulder as a red Ford Crown Victoria. "You ever think that Lassiter bought that car strictly due to the fact that it has the same name as his ex?"
"Think? Dude, I know that's why he bought it. I mean...no one in their right mind would be caught dead with a Ford Crown Victoria...oh, wait...except for every law abiding officer driving a uniform patrol vehicle. They're standard issue, Gus."
"Haha, Shawn..."
The two watched as Carlton climbed out of his car with his coffee in hand, pulling his shades from his pocket and pulling them on before closing the door to his car and walking over to them.
"Spencer...it's been what...a day since you were electrocuted? Yet you don't seem to be even a little bit injured. We're so lucky. Tell me, what's your secret?" Carlton asked sarcastically.
Shawn smiled and held out a coffee to Carlton. "Three creams, four sugars...just the way you like it."
Shaking his head, Carlton scoffed before smirking, "didn't the spirits tell you? I already stopped and got one." To prove the statement by which he'd spoken, he shook the coffee lightly in his hand, drawing Shawn's eyes to it.
Shawn shrugged, taking a sip out of his own coffee before the three started towards the Hotel where they were making their way to the crime scene. Before they could even get inside, the door to the Hotel swung open and an officer stumbled into the Detective and knocked his coffee out of his hand. Carlton opened his mouth to yell when Shawn put the other coffee cup in his hand, silencing him with the singular motion. "No harm, no foul...right Lassie?" He smirked, "let's go check out our DB."
Gus and Carlton stared in slight surprise before Carlton shook his head, "just luck."
"If you say so." Gus followed Carlton as he made his way towards the scene, more than a little insulted to find two officers taking information down as Shawn talked to Juliet who was already on scene. Carlton took a moment to actually watch Shawn everything about him was different today, nothing like he normally was. He looked...more like a cop...than a deranged psychic psychopath.
"I'm positive, Jules...this crime was committed in the basement of either her house, or her mothers...and if not those two, Janet's dead fathers home."
"Janet?" Juliet frowned, "Jesus Shawn, this is really specific..."
"It gets even more so," he stepped past Juliet and carefully, his eyes wandered the battered and beaten form of a familiar woman who he'd only recently seen. "The one who did this to her...was her mother. Find her, bring her in, I want to question her, no...Juliet, I need to question her."
Juliet shook her head as she looked to Carlton who was seemingly stunned by all of the information Shawn was providing them. If not for the fact that he honestly didn't believe for a second that Shawn Spencer was a psychic, he may believe he'd seen the crime committed. "I will talk to Chief Vick, but first, we will follow up with your leads, if they run cold...well..."
Shawn clenched his fists, eyes narrowed in a heated glare as he kneeled down before the woman lying in the supine position. "...it won't."
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Me: Here is chapter four, tell me what you think, nyan~!