38. Abandoned


There were a lot of reasons that Carlton Lassiter could list if anyone asked him why he hated Shawn Spencer. He was a conman. He was obnoxious. He made a mockery of proper police work. He had the personality of an ADHD twelve year old on a sugar rush. He'd used Carlton as a prop in his 'visions' more times than he could count. He insisted on flirting with anything that moved, but still managed to act indignant when O'hara didn't take his advances seriously.

So, yes, he was fully justified in hating Spencer. Just the sight of the other man made his blood pressure spike and his chest tighten with anger. But that list was really just a list of excuses.

Because Shawn Spencer was also charismatic. He had a way of drawing people in, making them trust him when it was the last thing they should do. He was exciting and passionate and exuberant. A hundred years ago, people would have called him a rake or a libertine. Now, people just called him fun.

In short, he was everything Carlton's younger brother had been before he'd left without so much as a note to let them know where he was headed. He loved his brother. Oh, they hadn't always gotten along, but family meant loving someone even if you didn't always want to. And now there was Spencer, bring back those memories of those first horrifying months when they'd stayed awake waiting for a call from the police or a hospital. The months that followed when the realization that he'd done this on purpose was almost worse than the fear. Spencer, who blithely glided through life, acting completely ignorant of the pain he'd caused his father and so called best friend by leaving them for a string of menial jobs and 'adventure'. There was no reason to try and like something that was just going to leave. And men like Spencer, like his brother, always left.

The real reason, the only reason Carlton would never admit to, why he hated Shawn Spencer was because he made him remember.


Kristin: I promise I'm not just pulling stuff out of my ass here. In the blog Tim Omundson writes as Lassie, he talks about his younger brother, a surfer type who ran off to possibly South America without telling anyone. (http:/www[dot]usanetwork[dot]com/series/psych/blogs/lassiter13[dot]html) Kristin Brand Fanfiction, now with 60% more citations!

Also, I'm thinking that I'm going to start staggering posts instead of just slapping stuff up as I finish it. That way if real life gets in the way and I don't have time to write, I'll still have some new material. Opinions?

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