Fic:"Starship Troopers" Shassie
Title: Starship Troopers
Author: of_red_clouds
Rating: PG, a few bad words though.
Spoilers: None
Summary: Shawn finally remembers the person Carlton reminds him of. Established relationship. Shassie.
Author’s Note: I was watching Starship Troopers last night, or early this morning actually, and when I saw Tim I squealed and immediately paused the movie to write this. Besides, this is so a movie Shawn would like.
All mistakes are mine and I do not own Psych, despite my best efforts.
“Starship Troopers”
Carlton Lassiter was a man who rather liked his sleep, primarily because with a job like his he needed it as often as he could get it. So he was certifiably disgruntled to be literally poked and prodded awake from a perfectly good sleep.
“Lassie, wake up.”
The not so quiet whisper finally forced him to open his eyes and the first thing he saw was Shawn’s brightly smiling face inches from his own. He groaned and pulled back to look at the bright red digital numbers beside the bed.
3:15. In the morning.
“Shawn, you’d better have a really good reason for waking me up.”
“Of course I do, silly. I’m not suicidal.” Shawn returned with an implied ‘Duh’.
“Well, what is it?”
“Oh, you’ve got to get up. It’s something I have to show you.”
Before he could protest, Shawn was tugging him out of bed and Carlton resigned himself to whatever random thing had caught his boyfriend’s attention now. He was well used to Shawn’s erratic sleeping patterns and was not at all surprised to find him awake so late at night, or early in the morning rather.
Shawn led him into the living room, he noted that the lights were off and the only source of light to find the sofa with came from the T.V. He was pushed to sit down and blinked against the brightness of the T.V. in the dark room.
“You’ve got to see this, Lassie. Ever since I met you I’ve had this really annoying feeling that I’ve seen you, or at least your face, somewhere before and now, tonight, I’ve finally found you!” Shawn spoke in an excited rush and literally bounced in his seat next to Carlton.
“Yes, Shawn, you have. In my bed, sleeping. Also where you should be.”
Shawn waved a hand and snorted dismissively, “No, seriously just watch this.” The ‘psychic’ picked up the DVD remote and Lassiter turned his attention to the frozen image on screen.
It looked like a strange (read: freaking creepy) metal chair in a large open room with what looked like torture tools hanging on a lit up portion of wall in the background.
“Watch, watch, watch!” Shawn gushed before hitting ‘play’.
The image unfroze and began to play forward, a strange male voice asking if they’d ‘Like to know more?’ An arrow clicked on the word ‘Federal’ and a dark screen grew over the T.V. with a bright light behind someone’s head, throwing their face into shadow.
The words ‘Are You Psychic?’ scrolled across the screen and Carlton groaned but then they were quickly gone as the head rose and the face was revealed
Carlton’s mouth dropped.
The man looked just like him, about 10 to 15 years younger and with more facial hair then Carlton would ever feel comfortable with but it was seriously like a carbon copy. But that was were similarities ended, for his evil twin went on to say that “If you think you’re psychic, maybe you are.” as a creepy and totally fake third eye appeared on his forehead and a bright blue light engulfed the screen.
Shawn paused the movie again and turned to him eagerly, “So, wasn’t that so weird?”
“Yeah, as if psychics really exist.” He muttered with a derisive snort.
Shawn looked briefly irritated. “Not that. Isn’t it odd how much he looked like you? Granted he was tons younger…”
Lassiter decided he was too tired to take offense to that.
“But dude, it was you. And you were talking about psychics! How’s that for irony?”
“It’s great, can I go back to sleep now?”
Shawn seemed to deflate even as he nodded. “Okay, go ahead. I’m just going to keep watching, see if you show up again.” He sounded perfectly normal but Carlton wasn’t Head Detective and Shawn’s boyfriend for nothing. The younger man was disappointed at his lack of enthusiasm, at not sharing in his excitement.
So Lassiter stayed, despite his desire to sleep, he stayed seated and after a minute Shawn smiled without looking at him, eyes glued to the T.V. and then leaned against him.
Carlton decided he could spare an hour or so for this, besides, he was a little curious now.
A little over two hours later the ending credits began to roll and Carlton stared in disbelief. “That’s it? That’s got to be both the worst movie ever and the absolute worst ending.”
“I don’t know, I like it.”
“You would, it made next to zero sense and was horribly overdramatic.”
Shawn turned off the T.V. with a laugh, throwing them into darkness. “Wait until you see the second movie.”
“There’s another one?” Carlton moaned and stretched, a little stiff from having Shawn laying on him for the entire 130 minutes.
“Oh yeah. There is always a sequel.”
“And it’s never as good as the original.”
“True.” Shawn stood in front of Lassiter and fumbled in the dark for his hand. “Come on then, Lass. I guess we should be getting back to bed now, though you’re going to have to get up in a couple of hours.” He teased, hauling Carlton to his feet.
“Oh, joy.” Again Carlton allowed himself to be led, this time back to bed.
They had just settled down when Shawn suddenly spoke, “Although, I did find it unusual how the psychic’s name was Carl. Looks like there were a couple of surprises in that old movie, huh?”
Carlton could just hear Shawn’s smug smile.
“Just go to sleep, Spencer.”
Shawn laughed but let it go and Carlton closed his eyes and tightened his grip on his boyfriend.
All he knew was that if he started having weird ass dreams about evil twins and giant bugs then he was going to have to have a chat with Shawn about late night movies.