A New Perspective on an Old Theme
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M through R › Psych
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
27
Views:
4,928
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 24 -- No Need To Knock . . .
“So, why is he here? I thought you were supposed to return him to the hospital. And may I remind you, we hardly treat people, even criminals, who’ve been almost killed, quite so roughly.”
“Was killed,” Shawn said as he sat up.
“What?” she asked, and Shawn shrugged.
“I was killed. Not almost killed. Saw the light and everything. I actually was given a choice as to return or not, and I chose to come back,” he crossed his arms over his chest and frowned petulantly at Lassiter. “Although, had I known this was the treatment I was going to get, I would have gone to the other side.”
“Shawn!” Juliet cried as she threw open the door. “Oh thank goodness! You‘re here!” Juliet exclaimed as she burst into the office, and Karen scowled.
“Do I have a ‘No Need To Knock’ sign on my door today!?” She demanded, and Juliet had the grace to look ashamed.
“I’m sorry, but I saw Shawn, and everyone, and I was worried . . .”
“Aww, Jules,” Shawn grinned. “I didn’t know you cared.”
“Don’t be an ass,” she scowled. “Are you all right?”
“Well, I was until Lassie-Face here decided he was going to do his best impression of a pro quarterback and toss me around like I was some sort of tackle dummy.”
“I did not,” Lassiter denied, then looked embarrassed. “At least, not that badly.”
“Oh my . . . Shawn!” Gus suddenly burst into the office and went to his friend’s side. “I went to the hospital, and when you weren’t there, I knew you wouldn’t be at my place, so I was heading to the office when I saw him driving like a demented maniac, and I figured he had you with him.” He glared at Lassiter, and stood over Shawn protectively. “Shawn, you shouldn’t be out of the hospital right now. You were shot, remember!?“
“Yes, I remember,” Shawn said and pointed at Lassiter. “And him taking his worry out by dragging me everywhere we have to go, while somewhat flattering in a caveman kind of way, continues to make me remember. Not that anyone will let me forget it if I could anyway.“
“Shawn Spencer!” A bellow from the hallway sounded, and Shawn dropped his head into his hands.
“Oh terrific. Like I really need this on top of everything else.“ He looked pleadingly at Karen. “Can’t you make him just go away or something?”
“I’d like to make you all go away. After all, crime in Santa Barbara hasn‘t stopped, and I‘d like to think we can get past this and get back to business.” She said with a frown. “But all of this this needs to be dealt with, and it might as well be now and here as anywhere else and later.”
Henry stomped up the hallway, and without knocking, all but blew into Karen’s door. “Shawn Spencer, this is the dumbest thing you ever pulled!“ He yelled without preamble, and Shawn stood up.
“Was killed,” Shawn said as he sat up.
“What?” she asked, and Shawn shrugged.
“I was killed. Not almost killed. Saw the light and everything. I actually was given a choice as to return or not, and I chose to come back,” he crossed his arms over his chest and frowned petulantly at Lassiter. “Although, had I known this was the treatment I was going to get, I would have gone to the other side.”
“Shawn!” Juliet cried as she threw open the door. “Oh thank goodness! You‘re here!” Juliet exclaimed as she burst into the office, and Karen scowled.
“Do I have a ‘No Need To Knock’ sign on my door today!?” She demanded, and Juliet had the grace to look ashamed.
“I’m sorry, but I saw Shawn, and everyone, and I was worried . . .”
“Aww, Jules,” Shawn grinned. “I didn’t know you cared.”
“Don’t be an ass,” she scowled. “Are you all right?”
“Well, I was until Lassie-Face here decided he was going to do his best impression of a pro quarterback and toss me around like I was some sort of tackle dummy.”
“I did not,” Lassiter denied, then looked embarrassed. “At least, not that badly.”
“Oh my . . . Shawn!” Gus suddenly burst into the office and went to his friend’s side. “I went to the hospital, and when you weren’t there, I knew you wouldn’t be at my place, so I was heading to the office when I saw him driving like a demented maniac, and I figured he had you with him.” He glared at Lassiter, and stood over Shawn protectively. “Shawn, you shouldn’t be out of the hospital right now. You were shot, remember!?“
“Yes, I remember,” Shawn said and pointed at Lassiter. “And him taking his worry out by dragging me everywhere we have to go, while somewhat flattering in a caveman kind of way, continues to make me remember. Not that anyone will let me forget it if I could anyway.“
“Shawn Spencer!” A bellow from the hallway sounded, and Shawn dropped his head into his hands.
“Oh terrific. Like I really need this on top of everything else.“ He looked pleadingly at Karen. “Can’t you make him just go away or something?”
“I’d like to make you all go away. After all, crime in Santa Barbara hasn‘t stopped, and I‘d like to think we can get past this and get back to business.” She said with a frown. “But all of this this needs to be dealt with, and it might as well be now and here as anywhere else and later.”
Henry stomped up the hallway, and without knocking, all but blew into Karen’s door. “Shawn Spencer, this is the dumbest thing you ever pulled!“ He yelled without preamble, and Shawn stood up.