A/n: Ok, so, even though this comes as a surprise since all of my updates are weeks apart….here is my next to last chapter.
This chapter will start in Lassie's POV then switch to Shawn's, just like last time. It starts right after Mrs. Spencer's confession.
Beta: TalaDentro…because she is turning 20 this month! And therefore, this is all dedicated to her because I don't have anything to get her a gift with.
Betanote: Thank you, but did you have to mention my age? lol
Chapter the Next: Maybe It's Time…..Or Not….I Never Really Could Tell
"What do you mean, hurting him?"
"Henry was abusing Shawn. I'm not all too sure how or when it started. But I saw the scars. And I knew my son was lying when he said they were from an accident he'd had awhile back. I knew."
Suddenly, everything clicked. Shawn's need to be on the case, his claim that there was no conflict of interest, the look in his eyes that seemed a lot like relief. Everything made sense now. I heard a door slam and figured it was him, doing what he did best. Running.
"Aren't you going to arrest me, Detective?" I heard Mrs. Spencer's voice come from behind me, breaking me out of my thoughts.
"Arrest you?" I asked, still reeling from this surprising declaration.
"I did just confess to murder." I stared at her, trying to snap myself back into reality. Luckily, the chief walked in at that moment and shook me out of my thoughts.
"Carlton, I'll take care of this. I want you to follow Shawn, make sure he's alright." I nodded, this time coherently. I bolted out of the room and through the station, almost knocking Buzz off his heels. I rushed to my car, barely noticing the rain pelting my shoulders as I unlocked the door and hopped inside.
I decided to start with his apartment. He would most likely go there first. If he wasn't running, he would want whatever comfort could be found in his own home. If he was, well, I didn't want to have to think about that. The possibility that I wouldn't find him wasn't acceptable to me.
I rapped my knuckles across the door a few times, listening for any sound that would mean he was home. After a few minutes, I knocked again, this time calling his name. His apartment was completely silent. I turned away and headed for the Psych office.
POV SWITCH TO SHAWN
My mind was racing. I was so deep in my own shock and disbelief that I barely noticed walking into the office and crashing onto the couch. I sat there, staring at the floor, unable to really comprehend what had just happened.
Out of all the people my dad had ever known, ever put away, ever pissed off; I couldn't believe it was my mother who had ended him. My mother, who always swore she wasn't violent and only ever wanted to help people, not hurt them. I didn't know how to feel about this. I couldn't even comprehend it.
"Shawn! Are you in here?" I didn't even flinch when I heard that all too familiar voice ring through the office. I listened as Lassiter walked through every corner of our office, looking for me, until finally coming to a rest a few feet away. "Shawn…." He whispered, sounding relieved to have found me.
"Hello." I said. He walked…or rather, squelched, over to the couch and sat next to me. "You're wet." I said, looking up to see his hair was soaked through and dripping.
"It's raining." He replied. "Shawn, about what happened earlier…."
"What about it?" Lassiter didn't answer me for a few moments, thinking about how to proceed.
"Is it…true? What you're mother said?" He asked. I stared at him for what seemed like hours, trying to decide whether or not to tell him.
Maybe it was time. Time to tell him about my past. About my feelings for him. About…everything. On the other hand, I never was really good with these types of things. These emotional filled confessions of pain and love. I didn't know how to go about it. What would I say?
"It's ok. You don't have to tell me. I just came by to make sure you were alright. I think I'll be going now." Lassiter said, snapping me out of my thoughts as he stood up. "See ya." I sat there, watching as he walked out of the room and toward the door. It was in that instant that I realized it was time for the truth to come out. It was time for him to find out.
"Lassiter, wait. Don't go." I said, so quiet I was surprised that he heard me and stopped.
"Why?" Lassiter asked. I stared at him, gathering my thoughts.
"It's true. All of it. Everything my mother said was true." I said, not looking at him. Afraid that I would see that look of pity that Gus had when he found out. "I have the scars to prove it, too."
"Can I….can I see them?" I snapped my eyes up to find that he didn't have a look of pity, but one that I couldn't understand. One filled with some unreadable emotion that made me want to tell him every sordid detail. I took a deep breath as I slowly unbuttoned my shirt, revealing scarred skin and bad memories. The whole time I kept my eyes on Lassiter's. I watched as they grew wider as they scanned down my chest.
"Oh, Shawn…." My name came out on a sigh, as if he'd been holding in a breath and had just now let it out. He took a few steps forward, reaching out a hesitant hand and, without really thinking, running it along a particularly long one. I stared into his blue eyes, trying to understand what he was thinking. What he was feeling.
All of this felt so…unreal, like a dream. One I would never want to wake up from. But I could feel the end coming. I could tell that soon, Lassiter would snap out of whatever trance he was in. He would look at me with the most adorable of awkward looks and bolt, trying to understand why he had been running a finger across my bare skin. Which meant I had to utilize this situation as best I could.
I took his chin in my hand, drawing his eyes away from my past and up to my face. He opened his mouth to speak, but I kissed him instead. It was quick, soft, and perfect. My mind was reeling as I looked into his eyes and saw what I'd always hoped I might one day find.
"Lassiter, I….I love you."
A/n: I hope that that is good. It is currently 3:30 in the morning and my brain is extremely jumbled. I'm watching a marathon of The Nanny and I'm afraid I might start talking like Fran Drescher soon. Ugh. Anyways, review please! It makes all of this so much easier.
P.S—Now that you have read this chapter seriously, I can now say this: Go back to where Shawn was unbuttoning and think to yourself "Bow Chicka Wow Wow…." Just sayin ;)
