A/N: So. It's been awhile. No idea if this story will still attract people because it's been so long! However I can explain! You know that thing called college? I go to it now. And the semester hasn't been anything short of busy. Even today I started my morning off with an exam.
Oh well, enough of the excuses! Let's get on with it!
~Matilda.
Duelling Forces
"You bastard!" Cal screeched as he clutched his face in his hands and stumbled backwards. Surprisingly he didn't fall but Lassiter was impressed to see blood forming between his fingers and dripping to the ground. "You hit me!"
"Yeah, and?" Lassiter spat "you fucking deserved it you pig!"
"My house." Cal spat. "I want you out of my house!"
"I was already leaving." Lassiter didn't yell this time, he felt better. "But first you can tell me where Shawn is you sleaze ball."
"What are you talking about?" Cal snarled. "How am I supposed to know where he is? I left last night remember?"
"Oh yeah I remember, you left to go take care of 'Japan' if that was her real name. I saw you in the cab!"
Cal froze - Lassiter had him right where he wanted him. "That was...That was..."
"You're going to tell him." Lassiter ordered. "You're going to tell him, or I'm going to tell him. Either way - Shawn is going to know and you're going to let him go or so help me god..."
"Tell him what?" At this point, Henry and the others had come out of the house. "Carlton have you found Shawn?"
"No." Lassiter seethed a bit. "Just idiot over here." He no longer felt the need to mask his emotions towards this guy.
"What did he do?" Gus blinked, he liked Cal.
"Go ahead and tell them, as for me? I've got a psychic to locate." Lassiter turned on his heel and removed himself from the group. As he walked off, he could vaguely hear O'Hara asking Cal.
"What happened to your face Cal?"
Lassiter walked right around the house to the backyard. By now, the sun had risen fully, but it was still early enough that the grass was still covered in morning dew. It was a tad damp, but Lassiter's mood was reflected perfectly. He started heading towards the gazebo, the last place Lassiter could think to look before expanding the search for Shawn off of the property.
Shawn had spent the better part of the night wandering the property blindly, he couldn't get that stupid argument out of his head...and that kiss. UGH! Of all the things Lassiter could have done last night, why a kiss? and why now?
Wasn't Lassie straight? Or something? Gah! Shawn didn't know anymore, and after a long confusing night filled with alcohol and screaming, Shawn had had just about enough. After wandering around, he eventually found himself in the gazebo, where he eventually woke up to the sound of approaching footsteps.
"Shawn?"
Shawn wasn't quite ready to move yet; he gave a small pathetic moan instead and shifted slightly.
"Shawn?"
Oh god it was Lassie, now he really didn't want to move, the small pathetic moan turned into an annoyed groan.
"Spencer -god dammit. Wake up this is important."
Shawn grumbled, Lassie was a persistent one wasn't he? Best to clear the cobwebs now as opposed to later. Shawn attempted to sit up, looking turning to face Lassiter with groggy eyes. "Can't you see I'm sleeping?"
"Oh yeah." Lassiter pressed a bit. "You look real comfortable down there."
"Don't mock my sleeping habits."
"You sleep in a rich man's gazebo often?"
"When I'm drunk."
"You get drunk often when you're at Cal's?"
Shawn had to think about that one. "...No?"
"God help me I believe you."
"Lassie?"
"Yeah?"
"About last night..."
"About last night?" Lassiter suddenly felt nervous, he looked down over Shawn who seemed to be contemplating his next words.
"Yeah, I'm not moving anytime soon, I was going to draw this out but - you're going to have to come down here. My neck hurts looking up at you." Shawn offered a weak grin, and Lassiter almost (almost) rolled his eyes.
There was a long pause of silence where Shawn just looked up at Lassiter waiting for a response. "You seriously want me to come down there?" Lassiter asked.
"Did I stutter?" Another grin from Shawn.
Lassiter went to say something snappy, but it seemed he was much too tired to fight. He finally went over to Shawn and very awkwardly sat down. He didn't realize that as he moved lower, Shawn was examining his hand.
"Did you hit Cal?" Shawn suddenly asked.
How did? ….Shawn know? …Right psychic. "No - Shawn, listen, there was a very good reason."
"You hit Cal!" Shawn was up now. "What the hell? Lassie! You hit Cal!" At this point Shawn was up. "Where is he?"
"Shawn-" Lassiter did not want Shawn running back to that …that…. Asshat? Yes. Asshat. "Shawn listen to me. I wouldn't just blindly attack your boyfriend!" Ugh, he was still referring to that douche as Shawn's boyfriend.
Shawn wasn't hearing it. "Oh really? Because it seems to me, that after last night – you'd have more than enough reason to attack him! You're jealous!"
"Of course I'm Jealous!" Lassiter didn't notice that he had stood up, and he didn't notice that he had walked a few feet back towards Shawn. "How can I not be jealous! Cal must have something no one else does, because you seem so eager to run back to him even though the bastard is cheating on you!"
Lassiter regretted it as soon as he said it. Shawn froze in his stance, and Lassiter's stomach dropped.
"What did you just say?"
"Cheating." Lassiter couldn't pull back now. "He's cheating on you Shawn. I saw him."
"You did?"
"This morning when I tried driving home."
"You left?"
"Of course I left! I was…We kissed. And it meant something to me alright? Even though we fought after – it meant something to me Shawn. But you're with Cal, so we fought, and I left."
"…You left, but you came back, because you caught Cal cheating, and you had to tell me."
"Yes."
After that, Shawn seemed to go onto auto-pilot. He turned on his heel and started walking away.
"Shawn!" Lassiter reached out to grab him but Shawn was moving too fast. "Where are you going? !"
"To find Cal!" Shawn yelled back, and before Lassiter could say anything else, Shawn was out of site and disappearing back into the house.