December 7th: Gingerbad - 200 words - Baking gingerbread cookies is harder than it looks.

Warnings: N/A

Fandom: Psych

Disclaimer: I do not own Psych!


Gone Rogue

"GUS! GUS, GET IN HERE QUICK!"

"What?! What is it Shawn?" Gus flew out of his chair, knowing anything could be happening in his kitchen. "Oh my god, what happened?!"

"Gus! Buddy! Help me turn this thing off! It's gone rogue!" Shawn was gripping the blender, the lid off and spraying yellow gunk all over the kitchen and himself.

Just as Gus dodged a flying piece of whatever the hell that was, his super sniffer caught smoke and turned towards the oven.

"Fire!" Gus grabbed the fire extinguisher from the wall running to the oven ignoring Shawn's shrieks of fighting with a blender.

With the fire out and the now burnt things in the sink, Gus brought his attention to Shawn, who had ripped the blender cord from the electrical socket.

"Shawn! What were you trying to do?" Gus sighed searching the cupboards for a clean towel.

"Just trying to make Gingerbread cookies." Shawn glared at the cookies now floating in water. "You know, get everyone in the Christmas spirit! Jules and Lassie have been so down since that last case."

Gus turned to Shawn, saw the pout, and knew he would give in.

"C'mon, let's start a new batch."