NB: This is a battlefic prompt from Crittab: Jeff and Annie on a double-date with any couple from another one of your favourite shows.
The couple I picked was Shawn and Juliet, from Psych. I promise, not all of these will be Psych crossovers! All feedback is both welcome and desired.
Disclaimer: I do not own Community, Psych, or anything else you recognize.
"So, what's it like dating a fake psychic?"
Juliet took a sip of her wine and looked over to where Shawn and Jeff were playing a game of pool. "Well, it's never boring," she began. "I mean, he has a habit of getting himself into a lot of trouble, usually involving people holding him at gunpoint…" Annie gasped at this, but Juliet just smiled at her and shook her head. "It's part of the job. And it's not like he's intentionally careless, in fact it's usually the opposite. He only gets into real trouble when it's the only way to solve an impossible case. Besides, it's never so bad that I can't get him out of it. And despite his wacky, unorthodox, and borderline immature ways, I know I can count on him, even if it means taking a bullet." She pauses. "Plus, it's nice dating someone who sees and remembers everything. I never have to worry about him forgetting my birthday, or not recognizing when I need cheering up, or anything like that. It's one of the many reasons I love him, even if it can get a little annoying at times. I only wish it didn't take him 5 years and me nearly running off to Italy with someone else to finally ask me out."
Annie laughed at this. "I know what that's like – well, maybe not the Italy part. You two seem so good together, though. Why'd it take so long?"
Juliet took another sip of her wine, thinking about her answer. "I think, if I'm being honest, it was more my fault than his. He spent nearly three years flirting and chasing after me, but each time I turned him down thinking he was too immature, not serious enough about an actual relationship. Plus, the whole working together thing is an issue. I think the only reason Chief Vick allows it is because Shawn technically isn't an employee of the department. Then, when I was finally ready to be with him, he was already seeing someone else."
"Oooh, that's rough," Annie said, sympathetically.
"It's fine," Juliet dismissed, picking at a piece of lint on her shirt. "After his breakup, though, neither of us were ready to be in a relationship because of this… thing. Whatever, it's not important. What is important is that we're together now."
"I'll drink to that," Annie said, raising her glass. "Besides, I get it. It took Jeff and I a while to get together, too. About four years."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah. Looking back, though, it's probably a good thing." She chuckled and looked at Juliet, who was waiting for her to continue. "I mean, by waiting we were able to get over our respective insecurities and abandonment issues that would have made any relationship between us a disaster and completely ruined our friendship." Annie took a sip of her vodka tonic before going on. "Plus, the age thing was a big deal for Jeff, so it took a while, too long if you ask me, for him to get over it. But I guess a 22 year old dating a 37 year old is considered a lot more appropriate than an 18 year old dating a 33 year old and in retrospect, neither of us really wanted to live like we were in a Nabokov story. We get enough living in fictional worlds with our friends. Waiting gave us time to get to the point where we were both ready for a real relationship."
Juliet laughed in agreement. "What's it like, by the way?"
Annie frowned in confusion. "What, the age thing?" Juliet nodded. "Huh," Annie said, thinking for a moment. "I guess we don't really notice it anymore."
Juliet raised an eyebrow and gave her a look. "Seriously?"
"I mean, we've been together for a couple years now," Annie continued. "At first it was awkward, like when we'd go out to dinner and people would think I was his daughter…" she paused as Juliet made a face. "Yeah, that happened. More than once. Jeff used to get really sullen about it, but he doesn't care anymore. Plus, his refusal to age like a normal human being means it doesn't happen as often. I think the only person who still cares is our friend, Shirley, but even she no longer gives us the evil eye when we act like a couple in public, so I think she's coming to terms with it. Now her issue is that we're living together without being married." Annie laughed, and continued, "It doesn't really matter, anyway. I love Jeff, and I know he loves me. Plus," she pauses to take another sip of her drink, "sometimes it's nice dating someone who was alive in the 80s and who has a little more 'experience,'" she said with a slight blush. "And sometimes-"
"I'm not having fun," Jeff interrupted, sulking up to them with a scowl on his face.
"You're just upset that you lost, bedhead. Maybe if you spent a little less time an your abs and a little more in the pool hall, you'd have a chance," gloated Shawn, coming up behind him.
"Please, you cheated. How was I supposed to know you hustled your way across the country when you were a teenager? And for the record my hair and abs were crafted by the gods. Piece of advice: more crunches, fewer smoothies, and a little less product in your hair, greasy."
"Jules, are you hearing this?" Shawn said to his girlfriend, whose amused look matched Annie's. "This right here," he said, gesturing to his body, "is a work of art that would make the villainous love child of da Vinci and Michelangelo jealous. And I'll have you know the product I use is only made in Australia and probably costs more than your retainer."
Jeff's face softened, but maintained his glare at the fake psychic. "Kangaroo paste?"
"You've heard of it?" Shawn questioned.
Jeff reached into Annie's purse and extracted a small, purple tub. "I never leave home without it."
Shawn broke into a grin, while Jeff tried, unsuccessfully, to hide his smile. "Foosball table's open. You up for a rematch, fake lawyer?"
"You are so going down, fake psychic," Jeff answered, as the two walked off, without acknowledging the women.
Annie watched them take their positions at the game before turning back to Juliet. "And sometimes, it's like dating a child."
Juliet laughed and raised her glass. "I'll drink to that."