Negativity [A Psych fanfiction]
Rating: PG, close to PG-13
Words: 619
Paring: Shawn/Lassiter (Shassy)
Summary: The spirits have a lot to say, apparently.
Warnings: Slash, slight crack, the spirits, and that’s about it.
Negativity
“Lassy! I need your help!” Shawn Spencer called out, rushing into Chief Vick’s office. “I need your negative ions!”
Carlton Lassiter closed his eyes and silently counted backwards from ten. When he felt that he could manage his anger, he turned around and looked at the other man.
“What are you talking about, Spencer?”
“The spirits are trying to contact me, but I need a strong, negative force to channel them,” Shawn explained, looking at the detective hopefully.
“Spencer, I swear to-”
“Careful, Lassibiddy, you don’t want to raise your blood pressure.”
“Oh, that’s it.”
Carlton made an aggressive move towards Shawn, the other man wisely backing up a few steps. Karen stood up, hands planted firmly on her desk as she called out, “Enough!”
Both men paused, having the decency to look the tiniest bit sheepish. She looked back and forth between the two as though they were disobedient children, and on some days that’s exactly how she viewed them.
“Now, Detective Lassiter, Mister Spencer, if you two can’t behave like adults then I want you both out of my office this instant,” she ordered. To her delight they stood straighter.
Turning to Carlton Shawn asked, “Please, the spirits need you, Carly.” The other man rolled his eyes, mostly at how Shawn batted his eyelashes, but nodded none-the-less. “The spirits and I thank you.”
Shawn closed his eyes, placing one hand on Lassiter’s left cheek as the other one gripped his upper arm. He made a soft humming noise for a few seconds before abruptly cutting himself off.
“Yes…yes, the spirits are telling me…I can see the hidden duffle bag of money. It’s blue with a design on the side. I think…Yes! Yes, the design is a smiling guppy. The robbers work at the pet store.”
He opened his eyes and slowly let his arms fall back to his side. “Check that girl, Veronica. It was her and the blonde cashier. They’ve been secretly seeing each other for a while, probably before they planned everything.”
“Good work, Mister Spencer,” the chief congratulated, impressed. “I’ll get my people right on that.”
“Don’t thank me, Karen, thank-” Before the woman could reprimand him for the use of her first name, Shawn suddenly had a spasm.
“The spirits are telling me something else,” he informed his small audience, right arm flailing upwards and making a gesture that suspiciously resembled the ‘Single Ladies’ move.
His right hand lifted and ran up Carlton’s torso; the other man was too stunned to react. Shawn’s hand stopped in the middle of his chest as his other on came up, fingers barely grazing his temple.
“The spirits aren’t done yet, they have more to reveal,” Shawn announced. His eyes narrowed in concentration before he suddenly nodded knowingly to himself, as though a great revelation had just been had.
“Yes, Lassilicious, the spirits are informing me of how your heart flutters when I walk into a room. How your eyes can’t help but lock onto me. How even through your repressed sexual desires you aren’t able to stop yourself from lusting over what is known in certain privileged circles as the Shawntastic Spenster.”
Lassiter was almost literally fuming, mouth forming a snarl as he barked, “Spencer!”
In a flash Shawn threw the door open and ran out, Carlton hot on his trail. Karen heard his threats of arresting the other man and Shawn’s quips of how he was sure it was only because Carlton loved seeing him in cuffs.
The woman shook her head and sat back down. It was useless to fight a losing battle, especially with those two always going at it. She just hoped they didn’t break anything. Anything being her sanity.
Words: 619
Paring: Shawn/Lassiter (Shassy)
Summary: The spirits have a lot to say, apparently.
Warnings: Slash, slight crack, the spirits, and that’s about it.
Negativity
“Lassy! I need your help!” Shawn Spencer called out, rushing into Chief Vick’s office. “I need your negative ions!”
Carlton Lassiter closed his eyes and silently counted backwards from ten. When he felt that he could manage his anger, he turned around and looked at the other man.
“What are you talking about, Spencer?”
“The spirits are trying to contact me, but I need a strong, negative force to channel them,” Shawn explained, looking at the detective hopefully.
“Spencer, I swear to-”
“Careful, Lassibiddy, you don’t want to raise your blood pressure.”
“Oh, that’s it.”
Carlton made an aggressive move towards Shawn, the other man wisely backing up a few steps. Karen stood up, hands planted firmly on her desk as she called out, “Enough!”
Both men paused, having the decency to look the tiniest bit sheepish. She looked back and forth between the two as though they were disobedient children, and on some days that’s exactly how she viewed them.
“Now, Detective Lassiter, Mister Spencer, if you two can’t behave like adults then I want you both out of my office this instant,” she ordered. To her delight they stood straighter.
Turning to Carlton Shawn asked, “Please, the spirits need you, Carly.” The other man rolled his eyes, mostly at how Shawn batted his eyelashes, but nodded none-the-less. “The spirits and I thank you.”
Shawn closed his eyes, placing one hand on Lassiter’s left cheek as the other one gripped his upper arm. He made a soft humming noise for a few seconds before abruptly cutting himself off.
“Yes…yes, the spirits are telling me…I can see the hidden duffle bag of money. It’s blue with a design on the side. I think…Yes! Yes, the design is a smiling guppy. The robbers work at the pet store.”
He opened his eyes and slowly let his arms fall back to his side. “Check that girl, Veronica. It was her and the blonde cashier. They’ve been secretly seeing each other for a while, probably before they planned everything.”
“Good work, Mister Spencer,” the chief congratulated, impressed. “I’ll get my people right on that.”
“Don’t thank me, Karen, thank-” Before the woman could reprimand him for the use of her first name, Shawn suddenly had a spasm.
“The spirits are telling me something else,” he informed his small audience, right arm flailing upwards and making a gesture that suspiciously resembled the ‘Single Ladies’ move.
His right hand lifted and ran up Carlton’s torso; the other man was too stunned to react. Shawn’s hand stopped in the middle of his chest as his other on came up, fingers barely grazing his temple.
“The spirits aren’t done yet, they have more to reveal,” Shawn announced. His eyes narrowed in concentration before he suddenly nodded knowingly to himself, as though a great revelation had just been had.
“Yes, Lassilicious, the spirits are informing me of how your heart flutters when I walk into a room. How your eyes can’t help but lock onto me. How even through your repressed sexual desires you aren’t able to stop yourself from lusting over what is known in certain privileged circles as the Shawntastic Spenster.”
Lassiter was almost literally fuming, mouth forming a snarl as he barked, “Spencer!”
In a flash Shawn threw the door open and ran out, Carlton hot on his trail. Karen heard his threats of arresting the other man and Shawn’s quips of how he was sure it was only because Carlton loved seeing him in cuffs.
The woman shook her head and sat back down. It was useless to fight a losing battle, especially with those two always going at it. She just hoped they didn’t break anything. Anything being her sanity.