Date: Thu, 5 Jul 2012 00:32:16 -0400
From: Mike XD <uberjedi12@hotmail.com>
Subject: Psych Chapter 3

No copyright infringement intended, just a fun story I wrote about the tv
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COMMENT damn you! What do I need to say to get more coments? "I pity the
fool who doesn't COMMENT!" ??? Better? This time I will be imposing a five
comment mandate... I would like five comments before I will complete the
next chapter. (otherwise I may wait to post it)

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Last time on Psych....

	Shawn sat up from his bed. This cannot be happening to me! I have
never been attracted to men before, this doesn't make sense! Why now!?
Wouldn't my subconscious have told me by now!? Why did it have to be
Carlton Lassiter of all the men I know? Why not Gus or Buzz? Hell even the
bald guy from forensics would have been better than the stations head
detective. Shawn put his head in his hands, he felt conflicted, should he
tell someone how he felt? God, who would understand? Gus? He'd probably
freak out... Just like I am. One part of his brain decided to be somewhat
more direct and asked Shawn, say what you are thinking Shawn... What is the
concern you are trying to avoid thinking about? Damnit brain! Shut up! But
the voice, which sounded an awful lot like his father nagged at him until
he said out loud, "FINE!!!! What if..." His voice faltered and he paused a
minute, trying to voice the question that was scaring him the most. "What
if he doesn't love me? He's voiced his hatred of me forever and this would
just give him cause to ridicule me forever. But worst of all, I am fairly
certain he... doesn't swing that way." There it was. Shawn was frightened
and dejected, knowing his mind and body would yearn for the detective who
would remain close but forever be just a friend.

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	Shawn had spent the better part of three weeks avoiding the police
station, knowing that he would run into Lassiter if he went in. The case
Shawn had been helping with had been solved and Gus had gone in to collect
their check for Shawn's vision. But when Shawn had begun to turn down cases
from the police department when the chief requested that they come in to
the station, Gus knew that something was wrong. He began to observe Shawn's
behavior. Shawn was quiet, too quiet, and he had begun to care even less
about his appearance than usual. His hair, which was something which Shawn
took very seriously, at least it seemed that way to Gus, was disheveled. He
had dark circles under his eyes, which were also red and bloodshot. Shawn,
who normally wore either a clean-shaven or five o'clock shadow, was
sporting a nearly full, unkempt beard. Gus noticed that Shawn seemed to
care little for anything and was constantly either sleeping or playing
video games. Gus noticed that during his dreams, Shawn seemed to relax and
his face was almost always smiling. But as soon as he woke, he seemed to
look more defeated and depressed than before. Finally gus couldn't take it
anymore and he said, "Shawn! What is the problem man? I've never seen you
like this! It's scaring me." Shawn looked haunted and more than a little
nervous. Gus studied his face closer... what was it he saw... Shame, fear,
and a sadness that Gus was sure he couldn't understand. Shawn turned away
from Gus' gaze saying, "It's nothing buddy... I'm just... having a bad
week. I'll be okay." Gus didn't believe Shawn. As long as Shawn kept
pushing his best friend away gus could only watch and worry about Shawn. He
considered calling Henry Spencer to let him know about Shawn's behavior,
but he was sure that Shawn's father either knew already or Shawn was
keeping it from him for a reason.

	Shawn was staring into space when he felt his phone vibrate and
then ring. The face on the display was Juliet O'Hara. Shawn pressed ignore
and leaned back in his chair. Seconds later he felt the vibration again, a
text from Juliet, <Shawn are you okay? It's been a month since you've been
in the office. We have four cases that we could use your help with
solving.> Shawn read the message and deleted it, ignoring it. A few minutes
later, <Shawn, my phone registers that you read my message but did not
respond. I think you and I should go get some smoothies at the vendor
outside of the psych office at noon... that's 10 minutes from now. Don't
make me come find you Shawn.> Shawn sighed and replied, <Sounds good
Jules.> He got up from his chair and groaned as his muscles adjusted to the
new position. How long had he stayed in that chair? A week? Two? He had
spent the last three weeks at Psych doing nothing. He had slept in the
office and had ignored countless calls from his father, who was probably
pissed about something stupid that Shawn didn't care about. Let him handle
it. Shawn put on some sunglasses and his light windbreaker, trying to
appear as normal as usual.

	Juliet arrived minutes later and pulled into the Psych parking
lot. She gave Shawn a once-over and walked up to him. "Hey Shawn! How are
you?" Her voice was gratingly sweet. "I'm fine Jules, how about you?" His
throat was dry and his voice was hoarse from not speaking very much. Juliet
gave him a concerned look and said, "I've had better days... and it seems,
so have you." Shawn winced inwardly, damn she can see right through
me. Will she see it? Shawn felt his expression become guarded and he
stopped talking. Juliet said, "Lassiter said he would like to join us in
fifteen minutes, you game?" Shawn felt like the last part of her sentence
meant 'you gay?' Shawn felt his cheeks flush and his temper flare. How dare
she invite him! Shawn took a second and then breathed deep, "Uh... I'm not
really in the mood for much socialization. You know how much of a
chatterbox Lassie can be." Shawn chuckled. Juliet smiled, finally seeing
Shawn's mood lighten a little, she wasn't sure, but she had thought that
Shawn was mad about Lassiter joining them. Juliet made a quick text message
for Lassiter <Shawn's not up for lunch. Sorry.> It was a little bit of a
fib but Juliet knew that if Lassiter showed up at the meal, Shawn would
become more withdrawn. Juliet had already noted some of the behaviors Gus
had mentioned the last time he was in the station, mood fluxes, reserved
behavior, inattentiveness, Shawn's general demeanor, and how Shawn was not
caring for himself. Juliet gently took Shawn's hand in her own, only to
have him pull away. The two walked to the vendor and Juliet bought the two
of them each a smoothie, Shawn's pineapple, hers strawberry. When Juliet
got closer to Shawn she smelled the faint hint of alcohol. Shawn, she
thought, what has happened to you?

	After the two had finished their smoothies, Juliet made her way to
her car. The conversation between Shawn and her had been one-sided and
Juliet had become more and more concerned about Shawn's mental health. She
was sure that something was deeply bothering Shawn but he wouldn't tell her
or Gus. Juliet tried to steer the conversation to topics that might reveal
the issue. Shawn noticed what she was doing and would stop talking when
Juliet tried this. As Juliet got into her car she had a thought, I'm sure
Gus has told Henry about Shawn. Maybe I should get Carlton to talk to
Shawn, I know he's not the most emotionally attuned person, but he might be
able to get some insight, as an investigator, as to what is bothering
Shawn. Juliet pulled out her phone and texted him, <Shawn's in rough shape
Carlton. I think you might want to try and help him... he wasn't responding
to anything Gus or I said to him.> <Why would I do any better?> Lassiter's
response was abrupt, just like his personality, <I was hoping that the head
detective might be able to tell why our psychic is depressed. Using
deductive reasoning.> <I'll see what I can do.> Juliet smiled, hook, line,
and sinker.

	Lassiter had just finished his latest murder case and was heading
home when he received the text from O'Hara. Lassiter pulled over and
responded. He felt himself frown at the text, Spencer was depressed? Why
would he be sad? He just solved a murder investigation in record time. But,
thought Lassiter, that was nearly a month ago and he hasn't been in the
station since. Carlton thought back to the last time he saw shawn, the
young man had seemed to be his usual self, maybe slightly less
annoying. Then Lassiter thought hard, Shawn had been quieter than usual
too. Then he scoffed at something. Carlton thought, that doesn't add up to
any extreme behavior, I'd better check on him, just in case.

	Carlton Lassiter drove by the psych office, noticing that the
lights were off. He parked in the parking lot and exited his car. Making
his way to the office door, Lassiter saw a flicker of light through the
window, coming from inside the office. He thought it was Shawn. After
knocking and hearing no response he thought of calling out to Shawn but
decided to just try the door. Unlocked, of course. Lassiter felt a chill
pass his spine as he opened the door and peered into the unlit
office. Darkness masked the entire front desk. Lassiter could see a small
amount of light coming from inside of the private office of Burton Guster
and Shawn Spencer. As soon as Lassiter's eyes acclimated to the darkness,
he saw that the office had seen better days and that Shawn had probably
been living in the office for a few weeks, judging from the amount of dirty
clothes. Lassiter walked quietly towards the private office, moving small
heaps of clothes out of his way. As he rounded the corner to the office his
heart stopped. Before him leaning back in his chair with his eyes closed
and neck bent back, was Shawn. His skin was pale and lifeless, his usually
tousled hair was a mess that seemed duller than Lassiter had remembered
it. Shawn's beard was coming in full on his face, no grooming to control
it. Lassiter felt panic creep up his throat as he spotted a bottle of pills
in Shawn's hands, lid open, a few pills lying on the floor. Lassiter was
about to call for O'Hara when he saw that Shawn's face had smiled ever so
slightly. Taking a few steps forward, Lassiter took the pill bottle from
Shawn's unconscious form and read the label. It was a prescription for
sleeping pills dated at the beginning of the month. The bottle said to take
one before sleeping with a small amount of food. Lassiter saw the bottle
held 45 pills and that the bottle was nearly empty. Either Spencer's been
an insomniac for the last month or he's been using these to escape
something in everyday life. But what could Shawn want to avoid so badly?
His father maybe... Lassiter had gone fishing with him twice and had wanted
to shoot the old man after the second time he had critiqued his method of
casting his reel.

	Lassiter heard Shawn mumble something incoherent in his sleep,
shift sideways and slowly slide down the chair, making his way to the
floor. Lassiter picked up Shawn and carried him to the couch in the main
office of Psych. Something was definitely bothering the psychic and
Lassiter wanted to know what. He gently shook Shawn and slowly the younger
man roused. "Hey Lassie! How are you?" His voice seemed too cheery, as if
he thought he was still dreaming. "Spencer, you haven't been to the station
in a month now and cases have stacked up in your absence. I don't know what
is bothering you... but if you need to talk to someone, I'm here right now
or I can wait here while you call Guster." Shawn grabbed a nearby pen and
started to stab his leg with it. "Spencer! What the hell-?" Shawn winced at
the pain but said nothing. "Yeah Lassie... I just haven't wanted to do any
more work for the station right now. You know?" "No I don't know
Spencer... I suggest you talk to Gus or O'Hara soon. You are coming apart
at the seams." Shawn sighed and put his head in his hands. Lassiter got up
to leave and made his way to the door. After closing the front door to
Psych, Lassiter started to walk back to his car until he passed the window
to the main office and saw Shawn Spencer with his head still in his hands
shaking from sobs that were muffled from the thick glass. Lassiter pulled
out his cell phone and dialed O'Hara.

	"Yes Carlton?" Her voice was concerned, she knew something was
up. Lassiter gave O'Hara a brief recounting of what had happened at the
office and how Shawn had reacted. O'Hara felt pale and she said, "Don't
leave him alone Carlton! I'll be right over!" She hung up the phone and
raced out to her car. Meanwhile, Lassiter moved back to the door to Psych
and opened it slowly, "Spencer? I'm coming in to... use your phone. Mine's
dead." His lie seemed to pass for believeable to Shawn, he heard Shawn move
from the couch quickly and make his way to the private office's
bathroom. Lassiter called the station to confirm his shift for the next
morning. Shawn came out of the bathroom a minute later wearing sunglasses
and walking over to his desk. Lassiter sat down after making the call and
said, "I'll head out in a minute, Spencer." Two minutes later Lassiter saw
O'Hara's car pull into the lot and Lassiter stood, hoping that Shawn hadn't
seen his eyes flick to the window. Shawn hadn't noticed, his eyes, even
though Lassiter couldn't see them, were pointedly staring at a pen on his
desk that he had stolen from Lassiter's desk at the station. As Lassiter
stood, Shawn wanted to call out to the detective, his presence had been
tortuous but a welcomed relief from the lonelyness of the empty office. But
words would not leave his brain, wait Lassie! Wait! Don't leave me please!

	Shawn felt despair sink in as the door clicked shut as Lassiter had
left. Seconds later, Juliet O'Hara stood in front of Shawn. Her eyes were
filled with concern and something else. Shawn couldn't place the emotion on
her face... it was unfamiliar to him. Pity? No... Shawn looked down again
at the pen, which he was now playing with. "What do you need Jules?" His
voice was soft and in his mind he thought, she'll never understand what's
wrong. I'll be stuck in this office with the lights off forever. No one
will rescue me from this hell. I deserve this though, I don't deserve to be
happy. "Shawn. Have you been having trouble sleeping?" Her voice was
light. "Yeah, Jules." He felt his chest constrict as he tried to voice what
was tearing him up inside. Finally he lied, "I think I have a touch of the
flu. I can't seem to hold anything down and as a result, I can't even sleep
without being woken by my... stomach... aching..." He mimed grabbing his
stomach. It was definitely an aching he was feeling... "Oh. Okay then..."
She looked as if she was about to leave. No Jules... I'm not okay! see
through my lies please! I can't be alone in here anymore! I don't know what
I'll do. Again, Shawn's chest constricted and his body refused to let him
call for help. Jules made it to the doorway to the office before turning
back. "Shawn. I know you're lying. I was trying to let you come clean
before I talked to you about the 'real' issue." Her voice was even and
non-menacing. Shawn's stomach dropped. She can't know... Shawn felt queasy
and paralyzed by fear. Don't let her know! Shawn thought
desperately. "Shawn... I think I know what this is about, but I need you to
take off the sunglasses." NO!!! Thought Shawn. It's the only thing
protecting me from you piercing my thoughts! Juliet walked over and took
the sunglasses off of Shawn's face. He felt exposed, completely
helpless. Juliet looked into his eyes and said, "Do you want me to make the
guesses or do you want to fill me in?" No response. "Will you at least be
honest with me if I'm right?" Nods. "Okay Shawn. I think that there is
someone new in your life who is making you miserable." Shawn did not
respond. "Not specific enough?" Nods. "Okay. You are upset because there is
someone who you think will never notice you." Shawn gulped... and
nodded. "You are afraid because you have never felt this way before." Shawn
trembled. "You are absolutely petrified because this is new to you isn't
it?" Shawn felt his eyes start to sting and well. He nodded and looked
away, trying to regain some composure. She doesn't know who... she'd never-
Shawn's thoughts were cut off, "I am certain I know who it is." Shawn's
eyes got wide and he looked at Juliet, his heart beating hard and fast, he
was ready to pass out from the fright. "Shawn... I can see you are
scared. I won't say their name since it might be too much for you to
handle. But know that someone knows... and that I care for you, no matter
who you love." Shawn felt a single tear slide down his cheek.

	He finally understood the emotion on her face from
earlier... understanding and acceptance. Two emotions he had never felt
from anyone else except Gus. GUS! I should talk to him. Shawn's body
trembled uncontrollably and Juliet moved in close. Shawn looked down at the
pen which he held with a vice-like grip while Jules had been talking. She
put her hand on Shawn's shoulder as Shawn felt himself completely lose all
composure. He put his head down on the desk and cried... cried because
Lassiter could never love him... he never deserved it... nothing he ever
did was worthwhile and no self respecting detective would be caught dead
with a 'psychic,' much less Lassiter. Lassiter would never love Shawn as
Shawn loved him. It wasn't fair! Shawn had lived his whole life without
such an unsurmountable task looming... something that would affect his
happiness and his soul. Nobody understood how much Shawn suffered... every
day he would work with the object of his affections. He was always a few
feet away, but would never reciprocate the feelings that burned through
Shawn's very core. Finally he threw the pen... trying to symbolically
remove the part of him that loved the head detective. As Juliet left to get
the pen Shawn said, "You don't understand Jules... they're so close! And I
can't... I can never... Do you have any idea what that's like? Not to
mention what everyone else would say." Shawn was only barely able to stop
himself from saying the name aloud. "I can't bear this anymore! I can't
live like this! I am so miserable, Jules. I feel like my heart has stopped
working when I see them... then I remind myself that it can't ever happen."
Juliet looked Shawn in the eyes and said, "Don't give up hope yet
Shawn. They may come around. Never think that you don't deserve
happiness. Don't let what society has pressured make you think that
anything is just black and white. And lastly, Shawn..." Her voice was
gentle and quiet. She put the pen back into Shawn's hand, making him look
down at the pen and then back up at her. "... If you value the person as
much as you value a certain item of theirs... They definitely deserve to
have someone so loyal and loving." She winked at him and left him
open-mouthed staring after her as she walked out of the office.

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A/N - Consider yourselves lucky! I was able to borrow (steal) a friends
computer and write out this fairly long chapter... still no
sex... sorry. (I felt that it would taint their computer... then there
would be longer waits between chapters with no guarantee of sex :( ) Anyway
I plan on having the story pick up more during the next Chapter. Expect a
celebrity Singer (guy - pop music) to appear in the next chapter. Maybe
he's going to hit on Shawn... or Lassiter... you never know!

(A/N) - I think I will be setting a comment number before I will post the
next chapter. I'd like five comments from different people, good/bad/ugly,
I don't care. I just want to make sure that there are people out there who
want this story to continue... It takes me a couple hours to fine tune
these chapters. If I only have a few people reading I may move back to my
other stories which seemed to be very popular.

As I stated previously:

I just wanted to let you know that I have two other stories on nifty.
"Merlin" and "Chuck" so if you enjoy this story feel free to read the other
two (also in celeb. section). I appreciate and greatly enjoy comments (the
good, the bad, and the ugly) so please, even if you hated this story or
want to say hey, shoot me an email. I am completely chill and
confidential. Your comments let me know that there are people reading the
story and inspire me to write more. Even if you just want to correct
something, I don't mind at all. By the way my stories usually don't start
with sex... I gotta keep the story flowing. But expect some more sex in
future chapters. Oh and if you haven't watched Psych... I'd suggest it. Or
just look up James Roday. *drools*