A New Perspective on an Old Theme
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M through R › Psych
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
27
Views:
4,891
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 4 -- Outed
He looked around in surprise, and found who he was looking for, though there seemed to be more people than he’d thought there’d be. He saw the Chief, Juliet, Gus, his father, and raised his eyebrows as Lassiter handed out coffee, though no one seemed really interested in drinking it.
“Henry?” Karen said, as she put her hand around his father’s shoulders. The man sat, stoic, quiet, his face almost stone-like, though his hands clenched and unclenched into tight fists, as if he wanted to punch something . . . or someone.
“They told me he died twice before they got to the hospital,” Henry said, his voice breaking and betraying the stoicism on his face. “I wanted him to meet me this morning, but he said he had to go see you first. He didn’t even stop off at that office of his, and I told him to come see me first. Don’t go anywhere else, just come see me. How hard would it have been for him to have done what I said, just once!? If just once in his life, he’d just done what I said . . .”
“Then it would have been one or all three of us who were here,” Lassiter said, as he indicated himself, Juliet, and the Chief. “The woman was gunning for us, Henry, and while I’m not saying that I actually prefer things this way, he did manage to save our lives . . . and we got the bastard who did this to him.”
“And, Sir,” Juliet’s voice trembled as she looked over at him from where she held Gus’ hand, though it was hard to tell who was holding onto whom, as they kept twisting them around as first one, then the other gave into the extreme nervousness they felt. “We never would have found the shooter without him. His vision . . .”
Henry had obviously had enough, and he stood, and kicked the chair across the room. “Vision!” the older man exclaimed, and punched the wall. “He doesn’t have visions! My son’s not psychic!” He stormed, and Shawn snorted.
“Thanks, Dad, way to blow the best gig I ever had,” Shawn scowled, and watched the faces of those who had heard the revelation.
“He . . . he’s not psychic?” Juliet asked, and blinked, and Gus shook his head.
“No,” the black man’s voice wobbled, and Juliet let go of his hand, stood up, and faced a wall.
“I knew it!” Lassiter almost shouted in victory, and the others looked at him. He cleared his throat, and shrugged. “Well, I did.”
“And you lied to us!” She all but wept, the pain and disappointment in her voice. “You lied to us for over two years about it. You know, Gus,“ her voice was low. “Shawn, I can see doing that, but you . . .”
Gus looked up and scowled around the room. “Listen!“ Gus hissed angrily. “Shawn may not have been psychic, but don’t you for once ever think Shawn wasn’t gifted! He tried to tell you that in the beginning, but because his gifts didn’t come packaged in a nice, neat, quiet package that any of you could be comfortable with, and because of that, none of you took him seriously! Not even when he was right!” Gus was angry, and he jumped up so fast his chair slid along the floor and slammed into a wall. “So he had to some up with something as ridiculous as he was, so that you’d believe him!” He pierced the others with his angry, glistening eyes, and his entire body shook with the force of his emotions.
“And now, after all the cases he’s solved . . .”
“Come on, Gus, you were there too, ” Shawn said, his voice pained. Desperately he wanted to touch his distraught friend, but when he tried to reach down, he seemed to get farther away, rather than closer, and he lowered his arm. “I couldn’t have done anything without you,” Shawn whispered, and Gus closed his eyes.
“And yet,,“ Gus clenched his hands into tight fists at his side. “After everything he did for you, and now, while he’s on an operating table right now, after he died twice for you, all you can think of is, ‘poor me. He lied to me about being a psychic’,’ he stabbed Juliet with a hard look, and pierced Lassiter with another. “And ‘Whoo-hoo! I was right about Spencer being a screw up’!
“Yeah, he lied, and I lied for him, and with him, and while it wasn’t the easiest thing I’ve ever done, and so what if I almost lost my job more than once because of him, I’d do it again in an instant if it would meant that I’d have him back by my side, because damn you, he was the best friend I ever had! So don’t you make this, what could be his last sacrifice in this world, about you, because it isn’t! Right here and right now, this is about Shawn!”
“Henry?” Karen said, as she put her hand around his father’s shoulders. The man sat, stoic, quiet, his face almost stone-like, though his hands clenched and unclenched into tight fists, as if he wanted to punch something . . . or someone.
“They told me he died twice before they got to the hospital,” Henry said, his voice breaking and betraying the stoicism on his face. “I wanted him to meet me this morning, but he said he had to go see you first. He didn’t even stop off at that office of his, and I told him to come see me first. Don’t go anywhere else, just come see me. How hard would it have been for him to have done what I said, just once!? If just once in his life, he’d just done what I said . . .”
“Then it would have been one or all three of us who were here,” Lassiter said, as he indicated himself, Juliet, and the Chief. “The woman was gunning for us, Henry, and while I’m not saying that I actually prefer things this way, he did manage to save our lives . . . and we got the bastard who did this to him.”
“And, Sir,” Juliet’s voice trembled as she looked over at him from where she held Gus’ hand, though it was hard to tell who was holding onto whom, as they kept twisting them around as first one, then the other gave into the extreme nervousness they felt. “We never would have found the shooter without him. His vision . . .”
Henry had obviously had enough, and he stood, and kicked the chair across the room. “Vision!” the older man exclaimed, and punched the wall. “He doesn’t have visions! My son’s not psychic!” He stormed, and Shawn snorted.
“Thanks, Dad, way to blow the best gig I ever had,” Shawn scowled, and watched the faces of those who had heard the revelation.
“He . . . he’s not psychic?” Juliet asked, and blinked, and Gus shook his head.
“No,” the black man’s voice wobbled, and Juliet let go of his hand, stood up, and faced a wall.
“I knew it!” Lassiter almost shouted in victory, and the others looked at him. He cleared his throat, and shrugged. “Well, I did.”
“And you lied to us!” She all but wept, the pain and disappointment in her voice. “You lied to us for over two years about it. You know, Gus,“ her voice was low. “Shawn, I can see doing that, but you . . .”
Gus looked up and scowled around the room. “Listen!“ Gus hissed angrily. “Shawn may not have been psychic, but don’t you for once ever think Shawn wasn’t gifted! He tried to tell you that in the beginning, but because his gifts didn’t come packaged in a nice, neat, quiet package that any of you could be comfortable with, and because of that, none of you took him seriously! Not even when he was right!” Gus was angry, and he jumped up so fast his chair slid along the floor and slammed into a wall. “So he had to some up with something as ridiculous as he was, so that you’d believe him!” He pierced the others with his angry, glistening eyes, and his entire body shook with the force of his emotions.
“And now, after all the cases he’s solved . . .”
“Come on, Gus, you were there too, ” Shawn said, his voice pained. Desperately he wanted to touch his distraught friend, but when he tried to reach down, he seemed to get farther away, rather than closer, and he lowered his arm. “I couldn’t have done anything without you,” Shawn whispered, and Gus closed his eyes.
“And yet,,“ Gus clenched his hands into tight fists at his side. “After everything he did for you, and now, while he’s on an operating table right now, after he died twice for you, all you can think of is, ‘poor me. He lied to me about being a psychic’,’ he stabbed Juliet with a hard look, and pierced Lassiter with another. “And ‘Whoo-hoo! I was right about Spencer being a screw up’!
“Yeah, he lied, and I lied for him, and with him, and while it wasn’t the easiest thing I’ve ever done, and so what if I almost lost my job more than once because of him, I’d do it again in an instant if it would meant that I’d have him back by my side, because damn you, he was the best friend I ever had! So don’t you make this, what could be his last sacrifice in this world, about you, because it isn’t! Right here and right now, this is about Shawn!”