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M through R › Psych
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
27
Views:
4,892
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 5 -- OBEavesdroppers Ocassionally Hear Nice Things About Themselves . . .
“That has to be about the nicest thing anyone’s ever said about me,“ Shawn smiled at his friend. “Although I probably owe you a big apology for your job thing.”
Gus finally broke down, and Juliet put her arms around him.
“You’re right, Gus,” she said after a minute. “Now isn’t the time. I’m sorry,” she said, and Gus nodded.
“I don’t know what I’m gonna do without him. I . . . I never really let myself think about that,” Gus whispered, and he and Juliet sat once more.
“What do you mean, Shawn is gifted?” Karen asked quietly, her tone serious, and to everyone’s surprise, not the least of whom was Shawn, it was Henry who spoke up.
“He was born with a photographic memory,” the former cop said, and looked at his hands. “Kind of runs on the family, though it skips a generation every now and then. I was a cop, my father a cop, and I figured that Shawn was going t become a cop, and when I found out about his gift, well, I just knew that with the right training, his gift would be really handy when he became a cop. So, I trained him. I trained him from practically day one to observe everything.“
“What do you mean, everything?“ Lassiter asked as he frowned, and Henry shrugged.
“Exactly what that implies. I taught him all about observation, and to ask any and all questions a cop would ask when he walked into a room. I couldn't spend ten minutes in the same room with him without asking him what people were in the room, how many males to females, what they were wearing, hell, I practically demanded him to tell me what they were thinking just based on the expressions on their faces and what their body language said that their mouths didn’t.” He put his head in his hands.
“That’s a lot of pressure to put on a child,“ Karen said neutrally, and Henry shook his head.
“And the worst part of the whole thing was that I didn't realize what I was doing until he walked out on me. I didn't realize how far I was driving him away until I had actually driven him away!
“Damn it! I raised him to be a cop whether he wanted to be one or not, and now that I‘m just getting to know him again, he’s going to die like one; he’s going to die like some stupid television hero cop, and there’s nothing I can do about it! And now, when I finally realize a television hero cop isn’t what I want, it’s too late.” Henry collapsed into a chair, covered his face, and Karen rubbed his back.
“Look,” Lassiter frowned and stepped away from the wall. “You’re talking about him like he’s already dead, and that has to stop! If there’s one thing I know about Shawn Spencer, he’s a fighter and he‘s not going to just give up and let go, certainly not without a fight,” Lassiter continued as he walked over and stood with the others. “He’s strong and he loves life and living it more than anyone I’ve ever seen. He’s not going to give up and just let go, and neither should we.
“Guster is right about the fact that there’s nothing we can do about his not being psychic now, and while my enthusiasm at being proven right was certainly mistimed, this . . . development will have to be dealt with. We all know that, because that’s the reality of life. However, until he gets through this operation and the time it’ll take him to recover until he’s strong enough to deal with things, there’s nothing that’s going to be gained by discussing either his death or the future of his police work right now.”
Shawn suddenly felt incredibly cold, and shivered violently, even as a white light appeared near him. He swallowed as he was inescapably drawn to near it, and suddenly sighed in relief as a warmth, comforting and comfortable, reached for him, and he turned away from those gathered in the room.
Gus finally broke down, and Juliet put her arms around him.
“You’re right, Gus,” she said after a minute. “Now isn’t the time. I’m sorry,” she said, and Gus nodded.
“I don’t know what I’m gonna do without him. I . . . I never really let myself think about that,” Gus whispered, and he and Juliet sat once more.
“What do you mean, Shawn is gifted?” Karen asked quietly, her tone serious, and to everyone’s surprise, not the least of whom was Shawn, it was Henry who spoke up.
“He was born with a photographic memory,” the former cop said, and looked at his hands. “Kind of runs on the family, though it skips a generation every now and then. I was a cop, my father a cop, and I figured that Shawn was going t become a cop, and when I found out about his gift, well, I just knew that with the right training, his gift would be really handy when he became a cop. So, I trained him. I trained him from practically day one to observe everything.“
“What do you mean, everything?“ Lassiter asked as he frowned, and Henry shrugged.
“Exactly what that implies. I taught him all about observation, and to ask any and all questions a cop would ask when he walked into a room. I couldn't spend ten minutes in the same room with him without asking him what people were in the room, how many males to females, what they were wearing, hell, I practically demanded him to tell me what they were thinking just based on the expressions on their faces and what their body language said that their mouths didn’t.” He put his head in his hands.
“That’s a lot of pressure to put on a child,“ Karen said neutrally, and Henry shook his head.
“And the worst part of the whole thing was that I didn't realize what I was doing until he walked out on me. I didn't realize how far I was driving him away until I had actually driven him away!
“Damn it! I raised him to be a cop whether he wanted to be one or not, and now that I‘m just getting to know him again, he’s going to die like one; he’s going to die like some stupid television hero cop, and there’s nothing I can do about it! And now, when I finally realize a television hero cop isn’t what I want, it’s too late.” Henry collapsed into a chair, covered his face, and Karen rubbed his back.
“Look,” Lassiter frowned and stepped away from the wall. “You’re talking about him like he’s already dead, and that has to stop! If there’s one thing I know about Shawn Spencer, he’s a fighter and he‘s not going to just give up and let go, certainly not without a fight,” Lassiter continued as he walked over and stood with the others. “He’s strong and he loves life and living it more than anyone I’ve ever seen. He’s not going to give up and just let go, and neither should we.
“Guster is right about the fact that there’s nothing we can do about his not being psychic now, and while my enthusiasm at being proven right was certainly mistimed, this . . . development will have to be dealt with. We all know that, because that’s the reality of life. However, until he gets through this operation and the time it’ll take him to recover until he’s strong enough to deal with things, there’s nothing that’s going to be gained by discussing either his death or the future of his police work right now.”
Shawn suddenly felt incredibly cold, and shivered violently, even as a white light appeared near him. He swallowed as he was inescapably drawn to near it, and suddenly sighed in relief as a warmth, comforting and comfortable, reached for him, and he turned away from those gathered in the room.