Date: Thu, 22 Nov 2012 04:18:15 -0500
From: Mike XD <uberjedi12@hotmail.com>
Subject: Chapter 6 "Psych"

No copyright infringement intended, just a fun story I wrote about the tv
show Psych... Whether or not my character portrayal is accurate, these
stories are intended for adults (or curious teens who are, of course, of
legal consenting age...)... if you don't like men having sex... why the
hell are you on Nifty and do us a favor and go away... seriously. If you
have comments please send they will be welcome.  Please leave positive and
negative feedback so I know whether or not to hang up my computer. Again no
money is being made so no copyright infringement is being done.  This story
is fiction and is not intended to imply anything about the true sexuality
of the celebrities mentioned or any personal knowledge about their private
lives. Copywright belongs to the company USA network. I am trying my hand
at a new tv show. If you have not read my previous works and like this one,
check out "Chuck" and "Merlin" in the Celebrities section. Have fun
reading!

(Author's note = A/N ) Please RE-READ MY CELEBRITY sexuality clause that I
will repost just so I cannot be sued by anyone... and remember that this is
JUST A STORY! This story is fiction and is not intended to imply anything
about the true sexuality of the celebrities mentioned or any personal
knowledge about their private lives.


	A/N - The only way I can decide how the story progresses for sure
is from.................... you guessed it... COMMENTS!


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Last time on Psych....

	Shawn, who hasn't lost all of his momentum feels his head smack
into the pavement. His vision swims and he looks into the face of Carlton
Lassiter, "You heard me Lassie?" His voice sounded strange, almost
desperate as if his mind wasn't sure he was alive. Shawn's eyes close as
pain radiates through his head. The pain is so intense he can't open his
eyes, but he feels the cool trickle of blood running down the back of his
head and slowly down his neck. Shawn tries to open his eyes, only to have
the sunlight blind him and cause his head to explode in unfathomable
torture. Shawn feels consciousness begin to slip away and he forces his
eyes open. He looks into Lassiter's icy blue eyes which are wide with
fear. Carlton sees the blood and that Shawn cannot seem to keep his eyes
open, telltale signs of a major brain contusion. He feels his pulse race as
he tries to think of some way to help Shawn. Nothing comes. Shawn pants a
little as his breath slowly returns. Lassiter breathes in relief and
Shawn's eyes stay locked on Lassiter, every so often they move to his
mouth. Shawn's brain, addled as it was, was still sending one signal to all
of Shawn's body, 'kiss Lassiter! Kiss him damn it!' But no muscles will
respond. Lassiter sees Shawn's expression, it looks like desire. Lassiter
falters, Shawn is looking directly into Lassie's eyes, unblinking. Lassiter
feels something strange come over him as Shawn's eyes begin to lose focus
and his eyelids droop shut. Shawn feels consciousness slip away just as
Lassiter calls for an ambulance and he lifts Shawn into a cradle carry and
begins to move quickly towards the main road.


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	Shawn was finally telling Lassiter about his feelings for the
detective, how much he meant to him. Lassiter was shocked and appalled,
"You WHAT? You love me? That's disgusting Spencer! I can't believe you
turned out to be a homosexual... no wait, I can believe it. You always
seemed off and now this just clinches things. I hate you and your kind, and
all you stand for. Never come around the station ever again or I will file
a restraining order against you." His voice was so acrid that Shawn
flinched as though the words burned him physically. "You don't mean that
Lassie..." His voice was weak and he felt helpless, like the fly that was
about to be swatted with disdain. "You can't mean that..." "I mean it
Spencer, so help me god if you ever, EVER try anything I will not hesitate
to take out my gun and end you." Shawn sat down hard, he hadn't expected
that, or maybe he had. Lassiter walked away and Shawn was left by himself
in an empty room. Seconds later, Juliet popped into the room and said, "You
told him?" Shawn nodded, he didn't trust his voice and he was sure his eyes
were red from the tears that were threating to spill. "Shawn... remember
what I told you." Her voice was firm and commanding, "Never give up?" Shawn
said shakily. "No. Give up! Lassiter will never love you! *Her voice turns
cold and cruel* No one will ever love a freak like you! You should have
been stabbed and left to die on the side of the road." Her eyes were black
with malice and she had an aura of complete evil. Shawn was frightened and
completely defeated. "You're a monster, Shawn Spencer. No one can save you
from me!" Juliet grew as Shawn backed away. Her hands became razor-sharp
claws and her teeth became pointy and sinister. Shawn realized he was
dreaming but could not seem to wake up. He tried to control his
unconscious, which seemed to be running wild, to no avail. Finally he felt
hands shaking his body and felt consciousness surfacing.

	Shawn blinked his eyes open and saw nothing except impenitrable
darkness. Oh no, thought Shawn. I lost my sight! Shawn felt panic creep up
his throat and he hear his voice squeak. He put his hands to his face,
wondering if his eyes had been damaged. He felt bandages and he said,
"Uhh... *hoarsely* Hello?" He moved his hands around him, soft linens, I'm
wearing a... dressing robe? No a hospital gown. Great! Shawn reached beside
him where he suspected that a bedside table would be. He felt a cool glass
and took it, drinking the water and sitting up fully. He reached around the
edges of the bed until he felt the call button, he was about to press it
when he heard voices in the hallway. He set the glass back and laid back
down, resuming his position as someone who seemed unconscious. He heard the
piercing voice of Carlton Lassiter first, followed by the higher register
of Adam Levine. "You ran away and left him to die!?" He was yelling at
Adam. "He told me to run for it. I couldn't bear to think of what was going
to happen to him so I called an ambulance on my cell phone and then made a
wide circle back. I turned the corner just as you chased off the gunman. I
was about to try and help Shawn down when he..." His voice faltered. Shawn
guessed that Lassiter was giving Adam a funny look or was sharing their
unspoken conversation.

	The unlikely duo walked into Shawn's room and took seats, neither
speaking, at opposite sides of the bed. Shawn wasn't sure if he should let
them know he was awake. They certainly weren't doing each other any favors
by talking about him... in front of him. As they sat down Shawn moved his
head slightly, this made them jump up and say in unison, "Shawn/Spencer?
Are you awake?" Shawn groaned and said, "Where am I? Why can't I see
anything? Lassie? Adam? What are you doing... wherever I am?" Lassiter
said, "You fell from the third story of that building and I managed to
catch you just before you hit the ground. The back of your head hit the
pavement and you blacked out..." Shawn nodded, "I remember that! But why
can't I see now? *puts hands to face* Can I take the bandage off?" "The
doctors aren't sure how much damage the fall did to you. They want to leave
the bandages on for a while still." "How long?" "A few more hours so that
the results of the tests come back in and they can give you a clean bill of
health." "okay." Adam said, "Shawn... I'm so sorry that I left you..."
"-it's okay Adam. I was more worried that you might get hurt. I've been in
worse situations. *turns his head towards Lassiter* right Lassie?" Shawn
smiled and he thought both men were smiling too. "That was a dumb idea
Spencer. You nearly got yourself and our lead suspect killed." Okay... so
Lassie wasn't smiling. "Well Lassie... doesn't the fact that someone was
trying to kill us kinda reduce the amount of suspicion that you have for
Adam?" Lassie huffed and said nothing. Shawn felt Adam... or the person who
he assumed was Adam, take his hand gently. Shawn was hesitant to maintain
contact with Lassiter so close and Adam sensed the hesistation, he quickly
removed his hand.

	Lassiter cleared his throat and said, "I'm going to... uh... find
the doctor, and... see what the diagnosis is." Lassiter beat a loud and
hasty retreat from the room. Shawn suspected he saw the gesture. Adam
leaned in close to Shawn and said, "Sorry about that Shawn. Is that the guy
you are in love with?" Shawn gulped and said nothing. Adam read between the
lines and said, "... like he's got a giant stick up his ass." Shawn
chuckled and said in a suggestive tone, "Or something else slid up there."
Adam's breath hitched and he said, "Shawn. Detective Lassiter is a lucky,
lucky man. I only wish I could have you to myself. But under the
circumstances, I understand exactly how you feel." Oh really, thought
Shawn. "How's that?" Adam sighed. "You're doing the same thing to me that
Lassiter does to you." Ouch! "Adam... I..." Shawn felt Adam put his hand up
to stop him... "Shawn we already discussed this..." "Adam?" "Yeah?" "I
can't see your hand when you try to interrupt me." Shawn was sure Adam was
gaping at him. "How did you-?" "-Air movement..." "But-" *in an exasperated
voice* "Fine! I'm psychic remember?" "Oh yeah... Anyway, I understand that
you love Lassiter and don't want to hurt my feelings. I also understand
that nothing I say or offer would make you want to leave your home. So
after my concert and this investigation... we will almost definitely be
parting ways." Shawn felt a lump form in his throat. Adam was so
understanding and special, it hurt his heart to realize that Adam had
probably left most of his potential significant others due to his touring
and frequent movement throughout the United States, as well as other
countries. "Adam... you were my first. And it meant a lot for me. I cannot
thank you enough and no matter what happens, you will always be welcome to
stay with me if you ever need to spend the night outside of the media's
radar." Adam smiled and said, "Thank you shawn, you are a true
friend. Something I do not get to form very frequently with my fast-paced
lifestyle. My time with you has been... unforgettable. Thank you."

	Down the hallway, Detective Carlton Lassiter was pacing quickly, he
was waiting for the doctor to leave his office. Lassiter had prepared a
list of questions to ask the doctor and was anxious to get some
answers. Just as Lassiter thought he would lose his mind, O'Hara stepped
around the corner and said, "Hey Carlton! How's life treating the rescuer?"
Carlton snapped at her, "If I don't get some damnned answers soon, I am
going to start bashing in heads!" "Woah! Lassiter! What's the matter? Just
after you brought Shawn in you were smug about having rescued him. What
changed?" Lassiter continued pacing, "Well apparently Mr. Levine had
already called an ambulance to the scene so my role was effectively reduced
as hero because of that twerp! His voice is annoying too!" O'Hara smothered
a smile with her hand. Carlton turned from her, pacing quickly, "Why does
Spencer want to help this guy? What makes him so special? It's not like
Spencer will be basking in this guy's 'glory.'" O'Hara, who had made a lewd
parallel with 'glory,' was desperately trying to stifle giggles and
laughs. Failing to completely silence them, Carlton whirled around and
said, "What's so funny O'Hara? Let all of us in on your little joke?"
O'Hara's face smoothed over and she said, "It's nothing Carlton." "What do
we know about this guy anyway...? I think he's trying to convince Spencer
that he is innocent. He was practically manhandling Spencer as soon as he
was awake." O'Hara muttered, "So I heard..." "What!?" Snapped
Lassiter. "Nothing. I just figured that you wouldn't care if Shawn took a
little abuse. *an imperceptible giggle escaped her lips* You seemed to
think he was too arrogant anyway. What's with the sudden sympathy? Shawn
will think you've gone 'soft' on him. And we all know what a tragedy that
would be." At this point O'Hara couldn't stop herself and began to laugh
hysterically. Lassiter, who was confused, and slightly annoyed turned back
to Juliet and said, "I saw Adam put his hand on Spencer's. O'Hara, what
does he think he's doing? Is he trying to... *with some disgust* seduce
Spencer?" The thought left him nautious. O'Hara shrugged and said, "What
does it matter? Shawn's always gotten the right person and hasn't let
feelings get in the way."

	Just as Carlton was about to respond, the doctor, who was carrying
a pad, left his office. He was wearing a frown and continued to flip back
and forth between two papers. Lassiter hurried over to him and said,
"Doctor, what is the diagnosis for Shawn Spencer in room 115?" The doctor
was somewhat taken aback, he also looked extremely tired. He turned a few
pages and said, "He may be blind for the rest of his life... His occipital
lobe received much damage from the trauma. If his vision does not return in
the next few days, he may be blind forever. If his vision does return,
he'll be highly sensitive to light. Luckily, your leap saved him from
death, Detective. He should be thankful if vision is the only thing he
lost. Most people aren't so lucky." Lassiter's legs felt weak and he saw
down in a chair along the wall. Juliet looked at the doctor with wide
eyes. "But... doctor. Is there any chance his vision will return?"
"Possibly. But with out an MRI or CAT Scan, there is no way to be
one-hundred percent sure." Lassiter stood and walked quickly to the room
where Adam and Shawn were talking. Just as he began to open the door,
Lassiter heard, "...my time with you has been... unforgettable. Thank you."
Carlton made a great deal of noise with the door, trying to avoid an
awkward situation. "Spencer... I just spoke with the doctor." "And...? When
can I take off the bandages?" Shawn's voice was hopeful. Carlton said, "He
doesn't know if your sight will return to you or not. You may be blind for
the rest of your life..." His voice felt weak and Shawn suddenly felt as
though everyone was talking to him from far away. The world seemed somewhat
mute. Forever? thought Shawn.

	Evening had approached quickly. As if I could tell the time anyway,
thought Shawn. At around eleven pm he received a call from the front
desk. "A man is here to see you. I am sending him up." "Okay." The nurse
hung up the phone. Shit! Should have asked who it was. Minutes later he
heard the door open. Suspecting it was his father he said, "I know, I
should have called you. Though in my current situation the phone is a
little more problematic." There was no response except a hand grabbing his
own and handing him a cold cup. Shawn experimentally sipped the drink. A
pineapple smoothie. "Gus? Is that you? It had better be... or else you are
not getting a refund through the Psych office! Okay you'll still get one,
but I'll whine about it for weeks and weeks." "Oh, you mean like last
week?" The baritone voice was the sweetest sound Shawn had ever
heard. "GUS! I have missed you buddy! How are you?" "Oh you know... staying
out of trouble. Maintaining my body. Not smacking my head into the ground
after nearly getting killed by a gunman and then possibly losing my sight
because of extensive damage to my occiptal lobe. The usual." "I only got
the accidental lobe once... and you never let me live it down."
"Shawn... the occipital lobe is the part of the brain that controls vision
and visual memories." "I've heard it both ways." Shawn could feel Gus
smiling. "Even still Shawn. That was a stupid stunt! And if you ever pull
one like that again, I hope you become permanently blind!" *in mock fear*
"OOOOOOhhhhh! I'm so afraid of being blinded... again." Gus pulled Shawn in
for a hug and Shawn hugged back, responding with, "Chocolate bears give the
best hugs." "You know that's right."

	Shawn turned to Gus, "Do we need to talk about...?" "Nope."
"Well... cause I kinda wanted to..." *in a warning tone* "Shawn. Is this
going to be weird?" "How long have you known me?" "Oh boy..." The two began
to discuss everything. The case, Adam, Lassie, his feelings about them, and
what Shawn was planning to do to solve the case. "If you can't see
anything, we are at a serious disadvantage, Shawn!" Shawn nodded and said,
"I think I have it figured out. I just need one or two more days to
finalize things. *weakly* I want to see if my vision comes back..." Gus
cleared his throat and said in a sad tone. "Yeah... of course..." "You
think Lassie knows about Adam and me?" "Probably... if not, then at least
subconsciously." Shawn sighed. Hopefully this won't open a whole new can of
worms, he thought somewhat hopelessly.

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	Lassiter had returned to his own house for the night trying to put
the days events out of his mind. His mind, however, seemed to have
something different lined up to play over and over, in an endless loop, in
his head. He kept seeing Spencer falling, and at the last moment he lept
for him, just barely catching him. Then Shawn's head slammed into the
pavement causing him to go blind. It was my fault, thought Carlton. If I
had held him higher, he would be fine. His mind decided to the play the
alternative, Shawn falling down and slamming into the earth, ribs broken,
limbs torqued at all angles. Carlton rushed over and saw the light leaving
Shawn's eyes slowly. "No Spencer! You've got to stay awake! You've been
through worse... Wake up!" But to no avail. NO! Thought Lassiter. I saved
his life and even though he might be blind... this is preferable to the
other scenario. Then his mind seemed to obsess over the details at the
hospital. Adam, the hand gesture, Spencer's reaction to the gesture,
Spencer's overall demeanor... Was Spencer involved with Adam Levine?

	Lassiter felt anger seethe beneath his skin. So the psychic was
just playing the police department to give him free food and access to a
celebrity so that he could get his fifteen minutes of fame? Lassiter threw
his newspaper at the floor. He was mad. He should go to the hospital and
tell Shawn that his little liaison was over and that the police would no
longer be requiring his services. Probably Mr. Levine wouldn't need them
either. The thought left a bitter taste in Carlton's mouth. Why did he
care? His mother was gay... was that the issue? NO! Lassiter thought
hastily, it's because Spencer isn't taking the case seriously. Another
voice in his head said, When has he ever? SHUT UP! Thought Lassiter
forcefully. He wasn't sure why he was mad. He thought about Adam's gentle
gestures towards Shawn. It made Carlton's blood run hot. Was it envy?
No... I don't give a rat's ass about Adam Levine. The other voice, which
sounded suspisciously like his ex-wife said, 'Carlton... even you are not
so oblivious!' Lassiter thought, Oh, I'm in love with Spencer... WHAT!? No!
I despise him with every fiber of my being! He is what is wrong with the
detective system! Carlton's mind waged war with itself for another hour. It
finally came down to two major conflicting ideas in Lassiter's mind, I love
Spencer but I cannot respect him. Where do I go from here? Lassiter sat
down on his bed and thought about calling Juliet O'Hara. Maybe in the
morning... yes. The morning would make things clearer for him. And as
Carlton lied back in his bed he felt a sense of internal catharisis.
Finally, he understood why he had always responded to Spencer's comments in
such a wound up manner. I was afraid he didn't mean it. Thought Carlton.

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A/N - YAY an update... finally. YAY no sleep... on the day before...
nevermind... the day of thanksgiving. Y'all owe me. (esp. if they put this
up on thanksgiving... which I doubt will happen) PLOT TWIST. MWAHAHAHAHA
the power of being an author.  To all my readers... I started a new story
based on the film "Avengers." If you like the film... check it out in the
celeb section (Where all my stuff is). Comment if you like/hate/ate cookies
last night/had sex/just finished/or just want to bug the hell out of me. (I
enjoy all of the above and more... and bugging me has yet to happen
so... give it your best shot!) The next update will be posted... well...
your guess is as good as mine at some point. Sorry there isn't any
sex. (Needed a chapter for plot revival and rekindling the friendship of
Shawn and Gus. Whatever... the sex from the last chapter makes up for
it. Comments and concerns over my well being are appreciate... same goes
for the story. All checks/cash/money orders can be addressed to "Mike XD
Supreme Ruler of the Galaxy (and/or) universe (and/or) multiverse." Enjoy!


REMINDER:

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*