Cliché!fic for Psych; which does result in Shawn and Lassiter being trapped together (what? It's my favourite plot device, okay?!) [As an aside, I thought I had much more of this, but it appears it's all been in my head.]
“Lassie? What the hell?”
“I’m not gonna let you commit sure suicide.”
“Well, that’s very sweet, but it’s a bit of a moot point, don’t you think? We’re all gonna die anyway.”
“Yeah, so why do you get to be the hero?“
Police Procedural and eventual Shawn/Lassiter Romance for Psych
"Who was that? Please tell me it was as important as you made it sound."
"Chief Vick. Do you think I should offer her sale prices?"
"We're not on sale."
Shawn collected his wallet and keys and walked out the door, glad that Gus followed him as predicted. It was always difficult when Gus was in this kind of mood. It was hard to maintain a bouncy exterior when your interior was constantly wondering how to cheer up your best friend. It was actually easier pushing Gus to snapping point and hoping to pick up the pieces.
"Maybe we can give her a free gift? With every case sent our way, you get a free tube of HeadOn."
"... a fake headache medication given by the fake psychic who'll leave you with one. Smooth, Shawn."
"You are a grumpy grizzly today, aren't you?"
Super secret crossover of secrecy for Psych and something else. [This would be my one serious Psych story. I'm super excited about it, but I haven't had any time to write. Or rather... I had time to write in the holidays, but I was so dead.]
The training starts when Shawn is six. Small things. Which piece of furniture has been moved? Count the hairs on the back of my hand. Five authors have just sent their latest murder stories to the publishers, solve the problem of who murdered whom, as well as the motive involved and the location of the story. Neither the chef nor the plumber committed the murder (which took place in Goleta) for the sake of an affair.
So on and so forth.
Shawn doesn’t know what he’s being trained for. Henry says it’s for his future life as a cop, but Shawn’s never going to join the police force and assumes his father knows this. Just as he assumes he’ll always be friends with the boy he befriended last year and that everyone loves guacamole.
There are certain truths that can’t be denied, though Shawn rarely speaks them out loud.
Parts 15-30 Try a Little Tenderness for Life on Mars
The headache that greeted Sam into the world just after sunrise wasn't quite as bad as the nausea that accompanied it. He crawled out of the cot and into an upright position only for his stomach to lurch and a spot just behind his eyes to start pounding.
He hadn't had that much to drink, had he? Maybe he had. Maybe he hadn't and was coming down with influenza. Maybe it didn't matter, because he still had to go into work, and was, in fact, almost looking forward to going into work because he had a clear direction.
Any thoughts on which I should finish first? (It should really be TaLT.)