just another friday night in the life of a fake psychic detective (gen)
Title: just another friday night in the life of a fake psychic detective
Fandom: Psych
Characters: Shawn, Gus (gen)
Rating: PG
Prompt: #04 - a soap bubble @ story_lottery
Disclaimer: I don’t own the shows, characters, etc.
Spoilers: None for Psych, spoilers for Glee up to episode 1.07
Summary: Shawn and Gus watch an episode of Glee.
Author’s Note: I don’t even know where this came from. I apologise for the randomness, for probably making them horribly OOC and to sophieisgod for having to put up with me.
“I’ve watched it and I still think it’s boring. Now can we watch something else?”
“No, Shawn. You’ve only watched like five minutes. Besides, I haven’t seen this episode yet and you just want to watch The Breakfast Club.”
“Are you trying to imply something about The Breakfast Club?”
This time Gus tears his eyes away from the television set and looks at Shawn before replying to be clear. “Of course not. You know I love The Breakfast Club just as much as you, if not more than.”
“You do identify a lot with Anthony Michael Hall, having both been sent to detention for bringing a gun to school,” Shawn acknowledges, playing with the straw in his drink.
“That was a BB gun Shawn! And I cannot believe you’re bringing that up when you were the one who brought it to school and left it in my locker.”
“Where else was I supposed to put it?”
“How about in your own locker? At least, if they’d found it there and called your parents, your Dad probably would have let you off, thinking you had started preparing for a career in law enforcement. Mine told the principal to give me detention, even after I tried to tell them it was yours.”
“And you were a true friend for taking that detention, Gus. It’s not my fault that you didn’t get to have a bonding experience with anyone else in that detention.”
“Don’t tell me you think that’s why I was so mad at you, Shawn.”
“Deep down, yes.” When Gus simply glares at him, Shawn adds, “Deep deep down?”
“You’re distracting me from the show, Shawn.”
“But now that your feeling of nostalgia has been rekindled are you still sure that you don’t want to watch The Breakfast Club?”
“Yes.”
“Great!”
“No, Shawn. I mean, yes I am sure that I don’t want to.”
“Dude, come on! This is Tivo’d, you can watch it later. The blonde woman is starting to freak me out.”
“Maybe if you paid attention to what she was saying instead of what she’s wearing you would realise she is actually an incredibly funny character.”
“How am I supposed to get past the outfit when she’s wearing tracksuits? That’s just very severe, especially on a woman of that age. - Sure, some of the outfits in The Breakfast Club are questionable enough, but at least they have the excuse of being in the 80s and the youth and panache to pull it off.” Before Gus can point out he thinks Jane Lynch has panache in spades, Shawn’s mind wonders and he jumps in, “Hey, did I show you that old picture I found of my Dad where -”
“Yes, you did Shawn,” Gus says through gritted teeth, “and no, I will still not watch The Breakfast Club. I just don’t feel like it. Tonight, I’m in the mood for something more…gleeful.” He settles back in his chair and returns his attention to the television, hoping against hope that just this once, Shawn will let it be.
He should have known better. (In fact, he should have known not to try watching the show with Shawn, but that’s another story.)
“Okay, firstly, that is a terrible pun. Possibly the worst you have ever made, and that’s saying something. Secondly, while The Breakfast Club may be about the harsh reality of high school life, it’s also enlightening and about different people coming together and friendship and experiencing something unexpected that can change you for the rest of your life! How does that not fill you with glee?”
“Shawn, Glee is about all of those things too! Which you would know if you stopped talking and started paying attention.”
“Fine.” A short scene later (during which Gus is certain Shawn is trying to pop and lock without getting up from the comfort of his chair), Shawn asks, “Dude, did the tracksuit lady just insult his hair? His hair is amazing!”
Gus stops laughing and ponders this, never having considered Matthew Morrison’s hair in detail before. “His hair looks kind of like yours.”
“Isn’t that what I said?”
When Shawn’s attention span continues to wane, Gus decides to try explaining more of the show to him. He does, admittedly, have the disadvantage of watching the seventh episode as his first. “See that girl?”
Shawn finishes his slurp of his drink before responding. “Sure do.”
“That’s Lea Michelle - ”
“Great hair guy just called her Rachel.”
“Her name is Rachel, on the show. The actress is Lea Michelle, she’s been on Broadway. So has the guy who plays the teacher.”
“They do both have the hair for it.”
“And the vocals. Are you not listening to her sing right now?”
“Well, I am talking to you. And listening and watching can be hard to do at the same time.”
“Of course.” (Not that he has any problems doing both when it’s what he wants.)
“So you don’t think she’s hot?”
Gus is both surprised (it isn’t what he was expecting Shawn to say next) and not (it would be the thing that had caught his attention the most). However, this he has considered before, and can therefore provide an informed answer. “She’s quite good-looking, if you don’t care about boobs.”
“Boobs? Like you can afford to be that picky.”
“I didn’t say that I cared myself.”
“So you don’t?”
“Not really.”
“So you would?”
“If it involved a microphone. - And bubbles.”
“Bubbles? Like soap bubbles?”
“Yeah. Like the kind in a bath tub.”
“Soap bubbles?” Shawn repeated, letting the statement hang in the air.
“Shawn, you remember how after the incident with the mangoes we decided some things were better off left unexplained?”
“This is one of those times?”
“This is one of those times.”
“Good, because I really didn’t think I wanted to know. Let me just say that I hope this fantasy doesn’t require the microphone to be inside the bath tub with the bubbles because that could involve possible electrocution and no one wants to know that about his best friend. Although, as your best friend, I do wish you luck and success in all your endeavours no matter how strange or unorthodox.” The show continues, and Gus is pleased to get another respite from interruption, no matter how short it lasts. “Me, I’m easily pleased. A hot cheerleader will do me just fine. Although preferably not one who likes to sing The Supremes. You know how I feel about Diana Ross.”
The current scene reminds Gus what he’d been about to explain and starts again. “Right, so Quinn, that cheerleader, is pregnant - ”
“Got that.”
“And Puck, the guy with the Mohawk from earlier, is the baby’s father.”
“What? I thought the really tall guy with the large forehead was the baby Daddy?”
“Well, Finn is Quinn’s boyfriend and he thinks he’s the baby’s Daddy, but he doesn’t know that Quinn slept with Puck.”
“But how does she know the baby is his, couldn’t it be either of theirs?”
“She and Finn haven’t had sex - ”
“Then why does that guy think it’s his baby? Is everyone at this school too busy singing about their feelings that they don’t know that you have to actually have sex with someone to make them pregnant?”
“You remember that time when we were in high school and you were obsessed with Stacey Foreman, even though she was a senior and older than us, and then that one night for a reason no man on earth has ever been able to work out she invited you to her place?”
“Ohhhhh. Hot tubs are an evil evil thing.”
Gus shrugs. “Lots of bubbles though.”
“Dear God. We are never to talk about that again, Gus.”
“Will you stop talking and watch in silence for the rest of the episode?”
“I can try for the next ten minutes, but I make no promises I can last longer than that.”
“Deal.”
Fandom: Psych
Characters: Shawn, Gus (gen)
Rating: PG
Prompt: #04 - a soap bubble @ story_lottery
Disclaimer: I don’t own the shows, characters, etc.
Spoilers: None for Psych, spoilers for Glee up to episode 1.07
Summary: Shawn and Gus watch an episode of Glee.
Author’s Note: I don’t even know where this came from. I apologise for the randomness, for probably making them horribly OOC and to sophieisgod for having to put up with me.
“I’ve watched it and I still think it’s boring. Now can we watch something else?”
“No, Shawn. You’ve only watched like five minutes. Besides, I haven’t seen this episode yet and you just want to watch The Breakfast Club.”
“Are you trying to imply something about The Breakfast Club?”
This time Gus tears his eyes away from the television set and looks at Shawn before replying to be clear. “Of course not. You know I love The Breakfast Club just as much as you, if not more than.”
“You do identify a lot with Anthony Michael Hall, having both been sent to detention for bringing a gun to school,” Shawn acknowledges, playing with the straw in his drink.
“That was a BB gun Shawn! And I cannot believe you’re bringing that up when you were the one who brought it to school and left it in my locker.”
“Where else was I supposed to put it?”
“How about in your own locker? At least, if they’d found it there and called your parents, your Dad probably would have let you off, thinking you had started preparing for a career in law enforcement. Mine told the principal to give me detention, even after I tried to tell them it was yours.”
“And you were a true friend for taking that detention, Gus. It’s not my fault that you didn’t get to have a bonding experience with anyone else in that detention.”
“Don’t tell me you think that’s why I was so mad at you, Shawn.”
“Deep down, yes.” When Gus simply glares at him, Shawn adds, “Deep deep down?”
“You’re distracting me from the show, Shawn.”
“But now that your feeling of nostalgia has been rekindled are you still sure that you don’t want to watch The Breakfast Club?”
“Yes.”
“Great!”
“No, Shawn. I mean, yes I am sure that I don’t want to.”
“Dude, come on! This is Tivo’d, you can watch it later. The blonde woman is starting to freak me out.”
“Maybe if you paid attention to what she was saying instead of what she’s wearing you would realise she is actually an incredibly funny character.”
“How am I supposed to get past the outfit when she’s wearing tracksuits? That’s just very severe, especially on a woman of that age. - Sure, some of the outfits in The Breakfast Club are questionable enough, but at least they have the excuse of being in the 80s and the youth and panache to pull it off.” Before Gus can point out he thinks Jane Lynch has panache in spades, Shawn’s mind wonders and he jumps in, “Hey, did I show you that old picture I found of my Dad where -”
“Yes, you did Shawn,” Gus says through gritted teeth, “and no, I will still not watch The Breakfast Club. I just don’t feel like it. Tonight, I’m in the mood for something more…gleeful.” He settles back in his chair and returns his attention to the television, hoping against hope that just this once, Shawn will let it be.
He should have known better. (In fact, he should have known not to try watching the show with Shawn, but that’s another story.)
“Okay, firstly, that is a terrible pun. Possibly the worst you have ever made, and that’s saying something. Secondly, while The Breakfast Club may be about the harsh reality of high school life, it’s also enlightening and about different people coming together and friendship and experiencing something unexpected that can change you for the rest of your life! How does that not fill you with glee?”
“Shawn, Glee is about all of those things too! Which you would know if you stopped talking and started paying attention.”
“Fine.” A short scene later (during which Gus is certain Shawn is trying to pop and lock without getting up from the comfort of his chair), Shawn asks, “Dude, did the tracksuit lady just insult his hair? His hair is amazing!”
Gus stops laughing and ponders this, never having considered Matthew Morrison’s hair in detail before. “His hair looks kind of like yours.”
“Isn’t that what I said?”
When Shawn’s attention span continues to wane, Gus decides to try explaining more of the show to him. He does, admittedly, have the disadvantage of watching the seventh episode as his first. “See that girl?”
Shawn finishes his slurp of his drink before responding. “Sure do.”
“That’s Lea Michelle - ”
“Great hair guy just called her Rachel.”
“Her name is Rachel, on the show. The actress is Lea Michelle, she’s been on Broadway. So has the guy who plays the teacher.”
“They do both have the hair for it.”
“And the vocals. Are you not listening to her sing right now?”
“Well, I am talking to you. And listening and watching can be hard to do at the same time.”
“Of course.” (Not that he has any problems doing both when it’s what he wants.)
“So you don’t think she’s hot?”
Gus is both surprised (it isn’t what he was expecting Shawn to say next) and not (it would be the thing that had caught his attention the most). However, this he has considered before, and can therefore provide an informed answer. “She’s quite good-looking, if you don’t care about boobs.”
“Boobs? Like you can afford to be that picky.”
“I didn’t say that I cared myself.”
“So you don’t?”
“Not really.”
“So you would?”
“If it involved a microphone. - And bubbles.”
“Bubbles? Like soap bubbles?”
“Yeah. Like the kind in a bath tub.”
“Soap bubbles?” Shawn repeated, letting the statement hang in the air.
“Shawn, you remember how after the incident with the mangoes we decided some things were better off left unexplained?”
“This is one of those times?”
“This is one of those times.”
“Good, because I really didn’t think I wanted to know. Let me just say that I hope this fantasy doesn’t require the microphone to be inside the bath tub with the bubbles because that could involve possible electrocution and no one wants to know that about his best friend. Although, as your best friend, I do wish you luck and success in all your endeavours no matter how strange or unorthodox.” The show continues, and Gus is pleased to get another respite from interruption, no matter how short it lasts. “Me, I’m easily pleased. A hot cheerleader will do me just fine. Although preferably not one who likes to sing The Supremes. You know how I feel about Diana Ross.”
The current scene reminds Gus what he’d been about to explain and starts again. “Right, so Quinn, that cheerleader, is pregnant - ”
“Got that.”
“And Puck, the guy with the Mohawk from earlier, is the baby’s father.”
“What? I thought the really tall guy with the large forehead was the baby Daddy?”
“Well, Finn is Quinn’s boyfriend and he thinks he’s the baby’s Daddy, but he doesn’t know that Quinn slept with Puck.”
“But how does she know the baby is his, couldn’t it be either of theirs?”
“She and Finn haven’t had sex - ”
“Then why does that guy think it’s his baby? Is everyone at this school too busy singing about their feelings that they don’t know that you have to actually have sex with someone to make them pregnant?”
“You remember that time when we were in high school and you were obsessed with Stacey Foreman, even though she was a senior and older than us, and then that one night for a reason no man on earth has ever been able to work out she invited you to her place?”
“Ohhhhh. Hot tubs are an evil evil thing.”
Gus shrugs. “Lots of bubbles though.”
“Dear God. We are never to talk about that again, Gus.”
“Will you stop talking and watch in silence for the rest of the episode?”
“I can try for the next ten minutes, but I make no promises I can last longer than that.”
“Deal.”