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M through R › Psych
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
5,480
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
Psych comes from the wonderful wacky mind of Steve Franks. I do not own the show, the characters, nor the fandom. I own nothing. I am not receiving any money to write this fanfiction. I am broke, broke, broke!!!!
But Daddy, I LIKE like him!
Hello, Chixnscratch here. Hope you enjoy my story.
Chapter 1
It was 6 o’clock Friday evening. Tom Blair’s pub was still mostly empty, the weekend rush not usually starting till somewhere around 10. The few patrons scattered haphazardly throughout the bar were the usual 9-5ers who stumbled at the end of the work week, nursing a few drinks to help easy them into the start of the weekend before heading home. The two men currently occupying a couple of stools at the bar and chatting amiably with one another were here for celebratory reasons. Henry Spencer and Charlie Donavin were ex-cops who worked on the force together since the late 60’s and who both retired the same year. They were currently celebrating Henry’s reinstatement onto Santa Barbra’s Police Force as a consultant and were reminiscing on some of the good, and bad, memories they had as cops over a couple of beers.
“I don’t know how you do it Henry?” Charlie said, waving the friendly bartender over for another drink. “We had a good run of it in our younger days, but now I’m more then willing to leave it to our kids to carry on badge.”
“Hey speak for yourself, but this old man still has some fight left in him.” Henry patted his long time friend roughly on the shoulder. “Anyways, I’m just called in for consultants. I’ve hung up my guns for the most part.” Although as Henry said that he realized that with the propensity Shawn had for finding mischief he would still need to keep his guns clean and ready to bail him out in times of trouble.
Of course, talking about retiring lead to talking about their children, mainly those who had decided to take up the reigns of keeping the Santa Barbra streets safe. Charlie’s son, Micheal, had recently passed his detective exam for the Santa Barbara Police Station and was quickly establishing himself amongst his fellow officers. Henry in turn started listing off the many cases his son Shawn had been called in to consult on and provided key evidence for.
“Oh yeah, the psychic the papers are always blabbering on about. Forgot that was your son.”
“Ahh…yeah.” Henry his attention back to his beer. His sons ”psychic-ness” was a constant source of embarrassment to him no matter the success he received with it.
“That boy of yours always has been a little off you know.”
“No I don’t know Chuck, what the hell does that mean?” Secretly Henry agreed with the man, but family is family.
“Take it easy buddy, there’s nothin’ to be ashamed of. I mean Shawn’s always been a bit different, spending an unnatural amount of time with that friend of his…Burton Guster, and now this “psychic” thing. I’m just saying is all.”
“Saying what exactly Chuck? I don’t think I’m following you?!” Henry was starting to get angry but more over his embarrassment than anything else. What were people saying about Shawn now?!
“Hey, no need to get angry, but people talk. Especially law enforcement people; worst bunch of gossipers they are as you know. But doesn’t all this stuff with Shawn sound just a little…well lets just say that people are wondering if your son is batting for the other team?”
“What the hell are you talking about! My son is not gay…” Henry looked around to see that he had gained some attention from the few patrons that had started to filter in, and finished in an angry whisper. “Shawn likes girls’ o.k. He has a girlfriend, very pretty, Abigail.”
“Didn’t they break up? I heard she just moved out of the country to teach.”
Henry glowered in silence.
“I’m sure your right Henry. I doubt something like this would escape the notice of a great detective like you.” Charlie got up to leave as Henry brooded at the bar. “You know Henry, things aren’t like they used to be. People are more…accepting.” Charlie gave Henry a sympathetic pat on the shoulder. “Next time drinks are on me, kay buddy.’
Henry didn’t reply as his friend left the bar. He sat there a while longer thinking over what had been implied. Shawn? Gay? Naaah. Charlie was just trying to get bragging rights over his own son, like Henry would bother with such a stupid competition. “Henry, who cares that they call in your son to solve the cases that detectives, like my son, can’t solve. At least my sons not a homo and will someday provide me with lots of grandchildren and a beautiful, doting, daughter-in-law.” The idea was ridiculous! Shawn had always loved the ladies. In fact he loved them so much he was constantly going out with a new one, rarely made it past a first date in fact. Shawn was definitely not gay! Right?
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“Hey Jules what’s happening?” Santa Barbara’s favorite psychic walked up to the beautiful detective with his usual big grin.
“Shawn I really don’t have the time… hey, where’s Gus? You guys are usually attached at the hip.”
“That’s ridiculous Jules. Gus and I aren’t always together. We have different lives, different interests, different friends…” She just gave him a ‘yeah right’ look. “O.K. fine! He’s on vacation in D.C. visiting his aunt and he didn’t even invite his best friend to come along. Are you happy? Now you know my pain.” She just gave Shawn a small sympathetic smile and a pat on the arm before heading over to another officer to ask him a question regarding some case that Shawn hadn’t been hired for.
The reason for Gus’ sudden vacation was Shawn’s fault and Shawn couldn’t much blame him at this point. He realized he had pushed the limit of his friend’s tolerance to his ridiculousness. It had started two weeks ago when his dad had invited him over for a BBQ and had actually asked him to bring Gus along, which he never did, because it was a standing, un-written rule that Shawn would bring him anyway. That should have given Shawn his first clue that something was up. He noticed his dad watching him a lot, trying to be covert but not succeeding, another strange, non-Henry-like thing. His dad could be a sneaky bastard when he was on top of his game. Something really must have had his dad off kilter. It had taken a few days for Shawn to figure it out. His dad would show up and hang around the Psych office, sometimes he’d invite them out to lunch, or maybe to the bar. Henry, who had spent, until recently, as little time as possible at the Psych office now showed up almost everyday. If felt like the time Henry had been involved in a drug bust that had involved some students from Shawn’s school. Henry had spent the next few months watching his son like a hawk. If Shawn had any dealings with the teenagers pushing drugs, his father was going to bust him for it. The question was, what was Henry looking to bust him for now? He realized that his dad watched him most closely whenever he was with Gus. Anyime Shawn would casually touch Gus, be it a hand on the shoulder to accidentally bumping into him as they both tried to leave the room at the same time, Henry’s eyes would narrow and he’d get this look on his face that conveyed both horror and determination. It had finally clicked. His own father thought he was gay! With Gus of all people.
Shawn had no idea why his father suddenly started questioning his sexuality, but there was no way he could let this prime bit of way-to-torment-his-dad material slip through his fingers. Shawn had deliberately started acting like he was craving a bit of man lovin’, slowly at first so as not to give any hints to his dad that he was on to him. Over the next week Shawn started to act like he was attracted to Gus. Complimenting what he was wearing, laughing at all of his lame jokes, finding excuses to casually touch him whenever his father was around. He got to watch his father become more and more horrified as his fears were seemingly being realized. Unfortunately, Gus noticed as well and he knew what Shawn was actually trying to do. Gus must have really been improving his stealth mode, because Shawn hadn’t even realized that Gus was going away until he happened to catch him packing an hour before his flight.
That had been three days ago. Now Shawn wandered into the Santa Barbara Police Department looking for a cure to his boredom. Jules was apparently too busy for him so Shawn needed to find another target for his attentions. He spotted his favorite middle aged, divorced, detective sitting at his desk engrossed in some paperwork. “Hey Lassie, how’s it hangin’?” said Shawn as he plopped himself right on the corner of Lassiter’s desk, directly on a small pile of manila folders the detective was currently sorting through.
“Wow Spencer, as always you are the last person that I want to see.”
“Aw Lassie, that hurts man.” Shawn gasped dramatically and held his heart looking at Carlton like he just told him Gus canceled TIVO. The twitch of his lips belied the seriousness his look was trying to achieve. Not that Carlton Lassiter would’ve fallen for it. He had known the Santa Barbra psychic long enough to know he was anything but serious.
“As fun as this is Spencer I do not have the time nor the patience for your shenanigans today. I’ve got a lot of paperwork here.”
“Shenanigans? I find that offensive Lassie. I’m here as a friend, a colleague, a trusted co-worker, offering up my psychic services to you for just a small fee.”
“Tempting, but I’m going to have to pass.” The detective tugged at one of the folders occupying the space beneath the Psychic’s seat. His usual irritated expression in full force and directed at source of his current aggravation. “What’s wrong Spencer? Guster doesn’t want to play today?”
Just than Henry walked through the departments front doors, just coming off of his lunch break. He stopped short at seeing Shawn sitting on the edge of the Head Detectives desk. Shawn knew what it must look like to his dad with his already perceived ideas of his son and he decided to continue to have fun with Henry. He leaned in close to Lassiter whispering something in his ear then got off Lassies desk touching him lightly on the shoulder as he left. All he had said was “See ya around Lassi-pants” but who knew what Henry thought about the whole scene. Whatever it was it had a good effect because Henry was practically speechless when his son approached.
What Shawn didn’t notice was the confused look Lassiter directed at his back as he walked away.
TBC
Chapter 1
It was 6 o’clock Friday evening. Tom Blair’s pub was still mostly empty, the weekend rush not usually starting till somewhere around 10. The few patrons scattered haphazardly throughout the bar were the usual 9-5ers who stumbled at the end of the work week, nursing a few drinks to help easy them into the start of the weekend before heading home. The two men currently occupying a couple of stools at the bar and chatting amiably with one another were here for celebratory reasons. Henry Spencer and Charlie Donavin were ex-cops who worked on the force together since the late 60’s and who both retired the same year. They were currently celebrating Henry’s reinstatement onto Santa Barbra’s Police Force as a consultant and were reminiscing on some of the good, and bad, memories they had as cops over a couple of beers.
“I don’t know how you do it Henry?” Charlie said, waving the friendly bartender over for another drink. “We had a good run of it in our younger days, but now I’m more then willing to leave it to our kids to carry on badge.”
“Hey speak for yourself, but this old man still has some fight left in him.” Henry patted his long time friend roughly on the shoulder. “Anyways, I’m just called in for consultants. I’ve hung up my guns for the most part.” Although as Henry said that he realized that with the propensity Shawn had for finding mischief he would still need to keep his guns clean and ready to bail him out in times of trouble.
Of course, talking about retiring lead to talking about their children, mainly those who had decided to take up the reigns of keeping the Santa Barbra streets safe. Charlie’s son, Micheal, had recently passed his detective exam for the Santa Barbara Police Station and was quickly establishing himself amongst his fellow officers. Henry in turn started listing off the many cases his son Shawn had been called in to consult on and provided key evidence for.
“Oh yeah, the psychic the papers are always blabbering on about. Forgot that was your son.”
“Ahh…yeah.” Henry his attention back to his beer. His sons ”psychic-ness” was a constant source of embarrassment to him no matter the success he received with it.
“That boy of yours always has been a little off you know.”
“No I don’t know Chuck, what the hell does that mean?” Secretly Henry agreed with the man, but family is family.
“Take it easy buddy, there’s nothin’ to be ashamed of. I mean Shawn’s always been a bit different, spending an unnatural amount of time with that friend of his…Burton Guster, and now this “psychic” thing. I’m just saying is all.”
“Saying what exactly Chuck? I don’t think I’m following you?!” Henry was starting to get angry but more over his embarrassment than anything else. What were people saying about Shawn now?!
“Hey, no need to get angry, but people talk. Especially law enforcement people; worst bunch of gossipers they are as you know. But doesn’t all this stuff with Shawn sound just a little…well lets just say that people are wondering if your son is batting for the other team?”
“What the hell are you talking about! My son is not gay…” Henry looked around to see that he had gained some attention from the few patrons that had started to filter in, and finished in an angry whisper. “Shawn likes girls’ o.k. He has a girlfriend, very pretty, Abigail.”
“Didn’t they break up? I heard she just moved out of the country to teach.”
Henry glowered in silence.
“I’m sure your right Henry. I doubt something like this would escape the notice of a great detective like you.” Charlie got up to leave as Henry brooded at the bar. “You know Henry, things aren’t like they used to be. People are more…accepting.” Charlie gave Henry a sympathetic pat on the shoulder. “Next time drinks are on me, kay buddy.’
Henry didn’t reply as his friend left the bar. He sat there a while longer thinking over what had been implied. Shawn? Gay? Naaah. Charlie was just trying to get bragging rights over his own son, like Henry would bother with such a stupid competition. “Henry, who cares that they call in your son to solve the cases that detectives, like my son, can’t solve. At least my sons not a homo and will someday provide me with lots of grandchildren and a beautiful, doting, daughter-in-law.” The idea was ridiculous! Shawn had always loved the ladies. In fact he loved them so much he was constantly going out with a new one, rarely made it past a first date in fact. Shawn was definitely not gay! Right?
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“Hey Jules what’s happening?” Santa Barbara’s favorite psychic walked up to the beautiful detective with his usual big grin.
“Shawn I really don’t have the time… hey, where’s Gus? You guys are usually attached at the hip.”
“That’s ridiculous Jules. Gus and I aren’t always together. We have different lives, different interests, different friends…” She just gave him a ‘yeah right’ look. “O.K. fine! He’s on vacation in D.C. visiting his aunt and he didn’t even invite his best friend to come along. Are you happy? Now you know my pain.” She just gave Shawn a small sympathetic smile and a pat on the arm before heading over to another officer to ask him a question regarding some case that Shawn hadn’t been hired for.
The reason for Gus’ sudden vacation was Shawn’s fault and Shawn couldn’t much blame him at this point. He realized he had pushed the limit of his friend’s tolerance to his ridiculousness. It had started two weeks ago when his dad had invited him over for a BBQ and had actually asked him to bring Gus along, which he never did, because it was a standing, un-written rule that Shawn would bring him anyway. That should have given Shawn his first clue that something was up. He noticed his dad watching him a lot, trying to be covert but not succeeding, another strange, non-Henry-like thing. His dad could be a sneaky bastard when he was on top of his game. Something really must have had his dad off kilter. It had taken a few days for Shawn to figure it out. His dad would show up and hang around the Psych office, sometimes he’d invite them out to lunch, or maybe to the bar. Henry, who had spent, until recently, as little time as possible at the Psych office now showed up almost everyday. If felt like the time Henry had been involved in a drug bust that had involved some students from Shawn’s school. Henry had spent the next few months watching his son like a hawk. If Shawn had any dealings with the teenagers pushing drugs, his father was going to bust him for it. The question was, what was Henry looking to bust him for now? He realized that his dad watched him most closely whenever he was with Gus. Anyime Shawn would casually touch Gus, be it a hand on the shoulder to accidentally bumping into him as they both tried to leave the room at the same time, Henry’s eyes would narrow and he’d get this look on his face that conveyed both horror and determination. It had finally clicked. His own father thought he was gay! With Gus of all people.
Shawn had no idea why his father suddenly started questioning his sexuality, but there was no way he could let this prime bit of way-to-torment-his-dad material slip through his fingers. Shawn had deliberately started acting like he was craving a bit of man lovin’, slowly at first so as not to give any hints to his dad that he was on to him. Over the next week Shawn started to act like he was attracted to Gus. Complimenting what he was wearing, laughing at all of his lame jokes, finding excuses to casually touch him whenever his father was around. He got to watch his father become more and more horrified as his fears were seemingly being realized. Unfortunately, Gus noticed as well and he knew what Shawn was actually trying to do. Gus must have really been improving his stealth mode, because Shawn hadn’t even realized that Gus was going away until he happened to catch him packing an hour before his flight.
That had been three days ago. Now Shawn wandered into the Santa Barbara Police Department looking for a cure to his boredom. Jules was apparently too busy for him so Shawn needed to find another target for his attentions. He spotted his favorite middle aged, divorced, detective sitting at his desk engrossed in some paperwork. “Hey Lassie, how’s it hangin’?” said Shawn as he plopped himself right on the corner of Lassiter’s desk, directly on a small pile of manila folders the detective was currently sorting through.
“Wow Spencer, as always you are the last person that I want to see.”
“Aw Lassie, that hurts man.” Shawn gasped dramatically and held his heart looking at Carlton like he just told him Gus canceled TIVO. The twitch of his lips belied the seriousness his look was trying to achieve. Not that Carlton Lassiter would’ve fallen for it. He had known the Santa Barbra psychic long enough to know he was anything but serious.
“As fun as this is Spencer I do not have the time nor the patience for your shenanigans today. I’ve got a lot of paperwork here.”
“Shenanigans? I find that offensive Lassie. I’m here as a friend, a colleague, a trusted co-worker, offering up my psychic services to you for just a small fee.”
“Tempting, but I’m going to have to pass.” The detective tugged at one of the folders occupying the space beneath the Psychic’s seat. His usual irritated expression in full force and directed at source of his current aggravation. “What’s wrong Spencer? Guster doesn’t want to play today?”
Just than Henry walked through the departments front doors, just coming off of his lunch break. He stopped short at seeing Shawn sitting on the edge of the Head Detectives desk. Shawn knew what it must look like to his dad with his already perceived ideas of his son and he decided to continue to have fun with Henry. He leaned in close to Lassiter whispering something in his ear then got off Lassies desk touching him lightly on the shoulder as he left. All he had said was “See ya around Lassi-pants” but who knew what Henry thought about the whole scene. Whatever it was it had a good effect because Henry was practically speechless when his son approached.
What Shawn didn’t notice was the confused look Lassiter directed at his back as he walked away.
TBC