Om nom nom! Cookies!
Two chapters for the price of one today! In honour of my awesome new laptop! 'Tis shiny! Also, I like writing about Buzz.
Buzz put the pineapple on Shawn's bedside table and the cookies he put on Lassiter's.
"Francine baked the cookies herself."
"Wow. Lassie, have you tried Francine's cookies?" Shawn asked, his voice full of awe, as he and Gus looked longingly at the Tupperware cookie box.
"No..."
"Well, you have to." Shawn said, grinning.
"Damn straight." Gus added, edging towards the box of cookies. "Francine is a Goddess in the kitchen."
"Really?"
"Yeah, me and Gus had an elabourate plot to kidnap her away from Buzz, but, well, he's our friend, so... anyway, we have a standing invitation to dinner." Shawn explained.
Gus pulled out a cookie and stuck it in his mouth, making obscene noises as the chocolate chips melted on his tongue. Lassiter grabbed one and bit into it. He froze, and looked wide eyed at Buzz.
"That's the tastiest thing I ever put in my mouth!" He said, spitting cookie crumbs.
Shawn grinned, opened his mouth, the shook his head.
"Nah, too easy." He muttered. He raised his voice. "Toss one of those cookies over here!"
"No, Shawn. You know you can't eat anything." Gus folded his arms.
"That's not fair." He pouted, and pressed his call button. A nurse came running, given his history.
"Mr Spencer, what seems to be the trouble?"
"I want a cookie."
"Excuse me?"
"I want a cookie, and the Doctor left instructions that I can't."
"Do you feel nauseas at all?"
"No. Not even a little bit. I am hungry though."
"I'll see what I can do." She smiled and left.
Shawn noticed Buzz was being awfully quiet.
"Buzz, did that boy cat finally get your tongue?" He joked.
"Huh?"
"You're being very quiet."
"Oh. And it's a girl cat. She's had kittens." Buzz smiled, but he sobered quickly. "Something happened."
"What?" Lassiter asked, putting the cookie he was eating down on his blanket. He had a sudden feeling of dread building in the pit of his stomach.
"I was... last night... I was here at the hospital, on guard duty. "Stevens... he freaked out."
"What?" Lassiter and Shawn said as one.
"Stevens?" Lassiter continued alone. "Danny Stevens? He's a good kid, on his way to becoming a good Officer. What on Earth happened?"
"It was my fault. I had him in the room, and I was on the door. I should have had him on the door, but I thought it would be easier for him to keep an eye on the three of them in the room, than on everything going on in the corridor."
"Buzz, I'm sure whatever happened is not your fault." Gus assured.
"It was that bastard Truman. He woke up. Started mouthing off. He said... he said... he said he raped you." Buzz had to physically force the words out. He couldn't look at Shawn.
"What?" Shawn asked, shocked.
"What!" Carlton asked, furious.
"He said all sorts of horrible things. I... I didn't hear any of that, Stevens filled me in. The first I knew of it was the alarms sounding. I went into the room and..." He swallowed. "Stevens had a pillow pressed over Truman's face. I honestly believe that he would have killed him if I hadn't walked in right then."
"Oh, my God." Gus said. He sat down.
"First off, it wasn't your fault." Shawn assured. "Secondly, Truman's pants are on fire."
"What?"
"He didn't rape me! Don't be ridiculous. Nothing like that happened."
"It didn't?" Buzz was desperate for Shawn to be telling the truth.
"It didn't." Lassiter corroborated. Buzz sighed in relief, but Gus caught the strange look exchanged between Shawn and Carlton. There was obviously something they were hiding.
Oh God, what if Shawn really was raped? Why else are they acting like this? They're definitely hiding something. Oh God. What will we do? Things would have to change. Should I ask him about it?
"Oh, good." Buzz grinned. "I was worried."
"Naturally!" Shawn grinned.
"Stevens, he really freaked out. He loves you guys, you know? We all do." Buzz blushed and scuffed his foot on the floor. "I think the whole station is still in shock."
"Really?" Shawn managed to keep most of the surprise out of his voice. He was still questioning his self worth.
"Yeah." Buzz looked away and then forced himself to meet Shawn's gaze. "I'm sorry."
"What for?" It was Gus who asked.
"I... Shawn, I should have protected you. I should have seen what was happening. You're my friend, and I'm a cop." He looked away again. "I just keep thinking how stupid I was. Looking back, there are all these signs, and I just..." He shrugged, then looked at Shawn. He was pleading for forgiveness, with eyes that rivalled a puppy dogs.
"Aw, come on Buzz! It wasn't your fault! I should have said something. Anyway, there was no way you could know, you trusted your fellow cops, and that's a good thing." Shawn smiled.
At that moment the door opened. A doctor in a white coat walked in.
"I'm Dr Jones." He said. "I'm taking over from Dr Foster this shift." He picked up Shawn's chart.
Shawn and Gus exchanged a glance and then as one they grinned and said:
"Naw, too easy!"
"Excuse me?" The Doctor said absently.
"Nothing." Shawn said quickly.
"The nurse told me that you were asking to eat?"
"Yeah. I don't feel ill at all." Shawn said, fluttering his eyelashes. "I am really hungry, and Buzz brought cookies. Homebaked cookies, baked by that paragon of cookery Francine."
"I suppose a cookie wouldn't hurt anything. But go slow, and at the first sign of nausea, stop." He wrote something illegible on the chart and went over to Lassiter's bed. "And how are Detective?"
"Can't complain." Lassiter replied.
"I just need to check the stitches." He lifted Lassiter's gown and looked at a small incision on Lassiter's side, underneath the wrappings on his ribs.
"What happened there?" Gus asked. "You said they'd just broken your ribs."
"Yeah, but do remember Shawn added that I'd had internal bleeding?"
"Yeah..." Gus frowned. He'd assumed that was a joke.
"One of the punches made a small rupture in my spleen. They went in and repaired it as soon as we got here."
"Oh."
"Well, these seem to be alright." The Doc said, palpitating the operation site gently. " You'll tell me if there's any swelling, irritation?" It was an order disguised as a question.
"Yes sir!" Was the only possible answer Lassiter could give.
Doctor Jones left, and Shawn sat up a little, moving the pillow to support his head better.
"Gimme!" He held out a greedy hand, and Gus laughed as he handed over chocolate chip goodness.
"Om nom nom!" Shawn slobbered as he stuffed down the cookie.
Lassiter smiled as well and he glanced at Buzz. The young Officer was still noticeably uncomfortable.
"McNabb. You did what you could, you stopped Stevens, you told me when you saw Shawn being hassled, and you brought cookies. Now get over here!"
"Yes sir! Getting sir!" Buzz grinned.
Buzz stayed for most of the afternoon, until the two patients really started getting exhausted. Between them they'd finished off most off the cookies and a good chunk of the pineapple.
Shawn and Lassiter were both drifting off, when Gus decided he needed to know something. He couldn't put it off.
"Shawn?"
"Hmm? Wh't?" Shawn muttered.
"What you said to Buzz, about the... the rape. You were hiding something." Shawn was wide awake now.
"What? What are you talking about?"
"Shawn, I know you. And I saw the look between you and Lassiter."
"I wasn't raped." Shawn said emphatically.
"He's telling the truth." Lassiter put in. "He wasn't."
"What aren't you saying?" Gus pressed.
"I'm not saying a lot of things. I'm not saying . Well, now I have, but I wasn't." Shawn replied.
"Shawn, don't play me. What happened?"
"It was close. Is that what you want to know?" Shawn snapped suddenly angry. "He tried, and he would have succeeded if it wasn't for Lassie."
"God, Shawn." Gus wiped his mouth with a shaking hand.
"But it didn't happen. It didn't." Shawn said, and none of them were certain who he was trying to reassure.
So, reviews? I have virtual cookies cooked by Francine with no attachment to the dark side ;)
I hope this double chapter isn't too short... :P the next chap probably will be though.
