A New Perspective on an Old Theme
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Category:
M through R › Psych
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
27
Views:
4,673
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.
A New Perspective on an Old Theme
Author's Notes: Beta'd by the Ever Popular, Ever Extraordinary, Ever Wonderful Best Friend in any Known Universe (and a couple that aren't) Lady Cat the Anonymous!
Also, this story is currently posted at psychfic.com, and is a Gen story labeled 'M' for the violence. However, they don't allow slash at that site, and I am thinking a little Shassie wouldn't be remiss a little down the road, so the labels and warnings may change as the story progresses.
WARNING!! Shassie definitely added! M/M WARNING!!! Though it isn't graphic . . . yet if at all, but it IS A Shasssie (Shawn/Lassiter) story! I can't figure out how to get into the ratings part to adjust it accordingly, but please READ THIS WARNING!!
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Complete and Total Fantasy
Psych
A New Perspective on an Old Theme
By Rose O’ Sharon
Shawn Spencer, AKA Fake Psychic Extraordinaire, frowned as he walked up the stairs to the police station, and then stopped in confusion as all the police personnel suddenly streamed out of the building, as if the place were on fire, though there were no outward signs of panic.
“Stupid fire drills,” Shawn heard someone complain, and he nodded to himself. He would have reached that conclusion in a half a second, and smiled widely, though it dropped almost immediately as he saw that the Chief, who looked extremely tense, exited the building accompanied by her head detective and his partner.
Juliet, looking as beautiful as ever, frowned over at Lassiter, who looked as if he’d been eating lemons for breakfast, which Shawn certainly wouldn’t have put past him . . . he really couldn’t hold that look all the time, could he? Juliet then looked worriedly over at the Chief, who all but ignored her as she spoke into a walkie-talkie, and Shawn knew that more was going on than just a fire drill.
Suddenly, fire trucks and a bomb squad truck screamed up to the sight, and everyone focused their attention on them and the people that poured out of them respectively.
A small red dot suddenly made its way up the stairs, and Shawn’s eyes widened as he followed the angle of its ascent. No one else saw the dot, but considering the distraction provided by the fire trucks and their rather loud arrival, he wasn’t surprised. Suddenly, his mouth went dry as he realized it was going directly for the three who were still at the top of the stairs.
“That can’t be good,” he said aloud, and ran up the stairs.
“Jules! Lassie! Chief!” He shouted as he sprinted up the stairs. “Get DOWN!”
Had he been an actual policeman, his shout probably would have made them move a few crucial seconds sooner, but as it was, they looked at him as if he’d grown a second head, and Lassiter’s lips narrowed in obvious frustration and anger.
“Spencer!” He growled. “This isn’t the best time for your theatrics!”
Shawn wasted no time, and for a brief moment, looked behind him and up at the building across the street. Sure enough, he saw a small flash of light from the rooftop, and a moment later he plowed into the three, knocking them to the ground.
A half-second later, he grunted as something impacted into his side with the force of a mallet, and spun him around. He started to fall onto the pile of people below him and the next thing he knew, he was knocked backward by yet another mallet as it plowed into his chest.
Also, this story is currently posted at psychfic.com, and is a Gen story labeled 'M' for the violence. However, they don't allow slash at that site, and I am thinking a little Shassie wouldn't be remiss a little down the road, so the labels and warnings may change as the story progresses.
WARNING!! Shassie definitely added! M/M WARNING!!! Though it isn't graphic . . . yet if at all, but it IS A Shasssie (Shawn/Lassiter) story! I can't figure out how to get into the ratings part to adjust it accordingly, but please READ THIS WARNING!!
======================================================================
Complete and Total Fantasy
Psych
A New Perspective on an Old Theme
By Rose O’ Sharon
Shawn Spencer, AKA Fake Psychic Extraordinaire, frowned as he walked up the stairs to the police station, and then stopped in confusion as all the police personnel suddenly streamed out of the building, as if the place were on fire, though there were no outward signs of panic.
“Stupid fire drills,” Shawn heard someone complain, and he nodded to himself. He would have reached that conclusion in a half a second, and smiled widely, though it dropped almost immediately as he saw that the Chief, who looked extremely tense, exited the building accompanied by her head detective and his partner.
Juliet, looking as beautiful as ever, frowned over at Lassiter, who looked as if he’d been eating lemons for breakfast, which Shawn certainly wouldn’t have put past him . . . he really couldn’t hold that look all the time, could he? Juliet then looked worriedly over at the Chief, who all but ignored her as she spoke into a walkie-talkie, and Shawn knew that more was going on than just a fire drill.
Suddenly, fire trucks and a bomb squad truck screamed up to the sight, and everyone focused their attention on them and the people that poured out of them respectively.
A small red dot suddenly made its way up the stairs, and Shawn’s eyes widened as he followed the angle of its ascent. No one else saw the dot, but considering the distraction provided by the fire trucks and their rather loud arrival, he wasn’t surprised. Suddenly, his mouth went dry as he realized it was going directly for the three who were still at the top of the stairs.
“That can’t be good,” he said aloud, and ran up the stairs.
“Jules! Lassie! Chief!” He shouted as he sprinted up the stairs. “Get DOWN!”
Had he been an actual policeman, his shout probably would have made them move a few crucial seconds sooner, but as it was, they looked at him as if he’d grown a second head, and Lassiter’s lips narrowed in obvious frustration and anger.
“Spencer!” He growled. “This isn’t the best time for your theatrics!”
Shawn wasted no time, and for a brief moment, looked behind him and up at the building across the street. Sure enough, he saw a small flash of light from the rooftop, and a moment later he plowed into the three, knocking them to the ground.
A half-second later, he grunted as something impacted into his side with the force of a mallet, and spun him around. He started to fall onto the pile of people below him and the next thing he knew, he was knocked backward by yet another mallet as it plowed into his chest.