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M through R › Psych
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
27
Views:
4,925
Reviews:
9
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Psych, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 23 -- "I'm Psychic."
“Your father must have told you . . .”
“My father didn’t tell me anything . . . nor did he listen to anything I had to say, either. He has managed to fully convince himself that I‘m crazy and traumatized, which I am . . . the traumatized part, not the crazy part.” Shawn denied. “In fact, I could tell you the entire conversation everyone had while I was on the operating table. I can tell you exactly where people were standing, I can even tell you how many coffees you’d bought, but didn’t charge anyone else for. Hell, I can even tell you what everyone was wearing, and exactly how big and where on the clothing the bloodstains were.” He tilted his head. “Which is more than a little disturbing, I can assure you, specially since it was my blood.”
“How . . .”
“I was there, Lassiter. I saw you the same way I saw those women appear in my room and spit cold cereal at me . . .”
“What . . . what are you talking a . . . about?” Lassiter’s voice sounded somewhere between strangled and choked, and Shawn looked at him, concerned.
“Hey, there, Lassie-face. You need to calm down.”
“No one knew anything about the cereal!” Lassiter said as he stepped on the gas and threw Shawn to the back of the car. He spun the car almost all the way around, and Shawn flopped back to the front, and then to the side, before he could grab onto the seat backs and haul himself up to a shaky kind of stability.
“Lassie! What are you doing!?”
“Going to the station!” Lassiter shot back. “Someone leaked information to obviously keep you in the know so you don‘t get tossed out of the station on your ear, and I’m going to find out who!”
“Damn it, Lassiter!” Shawn was finally out of patience. “No one leaked anything, and certainly not to me! I’m telling you! Three women appeared to me in the hospital and spit freaking cold cereal at me every time they showed up! The first was Apple Jacks, the second Boo Berries, the third Captain Crunch! And it wasn’t even any of the interesting ones! It was just your plain old boring square Captain Crunch!”
“Spencer,” Lassiter said as he screeched the car to a halt in front of the police station, opened the door, and grabbed Shawn’s arm. “Stop it! Stop it right now! There’s no way you could know any of this without being told! You being psychic is nonsense! Your father and Guster broke the news . . .”
“I know they did,” Shawn protested as he was all but manhandled through the station. “But while I may not have been psychic before, that doesn’t mean I’m not now! And OW! Damn it, not so rough! While I may have healed faster than anyone should, that doesn’t mean my gut doesn‘t remember it had a couple of bullets in it!”
Lassiter slowed down, but only slightly, and burst into Karen’s office. He all but dropped Shawn into a chair, and Shawn leaned forward as he tried to catch his breath and waited for the pain to subside.
“I found him at his office,” Lassiter said, and Karen raised her eyebrows.
“My father didn’t tell me anything . . . nor did he listen to anything I had to say, either. He has managed to fully convince himself that I‘m crazy and traumatized, which I am . . . the traumatized part, not the crazy part.” Shawn denied. “In fact, I could tell you the entire conversation everyone had while I was on the operating table. I can tell you exactly where people were standing, I can even tell you how many coffees you’d bought, but didn’t charge anyone else for. Hell, I can even tell you what everyone was wearing, and exactly how big and where on the clothing the bloodstains were.” He tilted his head. “Which is more than a little disturbing, I can assure you, specially since it was my blood.”
“How . . .”
“I was there, Lassiter. I saw you the same way I saw those women appear in my room and spit cold cereal at me . . .”
“What . . . what are you talking a . . . about?” Lassiter’s voice sounded somewhere between strangled and choked, and Shawn looked at him, concerned.
“Hey, there, Lassie-face. You need to calm down.”
“No one knew anything about the cereal!” Lassiter said as he stepped on the gas and threw Shawn to the back of the car. He spun the car almost all the way around, and Shawn flopped back to the front, and then to the side, before he could grab onto the seat backs and haul himself up to a shaky kind of stability.
“Lassie! What are you doing!?”
“Going to the station!” Lassiter shot back. “Someone leaked information to obviously keep you in the know so you don‘t get tossed out of the station on your ear, and I’m going to find out who!”
“Damn it, Lassiter!” Shawn was finally out of patience. “No one leaked anything, and certainly not to me! I’m telling you! Three women appeared to me in the hospital and spit freaking cold cereal at me every time they showed up! The first was Apple Jacks, the second Boo Berries, the third Captain Crunch! And it wasn’t even any of the interesting ones! It was just your plain old boring square Captain Crunch!”
“Spencer,” Lassiter said as he screeched the car to a halt in front of the police station, opened the door, and grabbed Shawn’s arm. “Stop it! Stop it right now! There’s no way you could know any of this without being told! You being psychic is nonsense! Your father and Guster broke the news . . .”
“I know they did,” Shawn protested as he was all but manhandled through the station. “But while I may not have been psychic before, that doesn’t mean I’m not now! And OW! Damn it, not so rough! While I may have healed faster than anyone should, that doesn’t mean my gut doesn‘t remember it had a couple of bullets in it!”
Lassiter slowed down, but only slightly, and burst into Karen’s office. He all but dropped Shawn into a chair, and Shawn leaned forward as he tried to catch his breath and waited for the pain to subside.
“I found him at his office,” Lassiter said, and Karen raised her eyebrows.