FIC: Barkin' Up the Shop (2/?); Psych
Title: Barkin' Up the Shop
Fandom: Psych
Disclaimer: Me? No way!
Author's Note:
Update time! I think the next chapter should be up some time this weekend, so yay!
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“There’s probably secret button somewhere.” Shawn told Gus, as they both stood in the pet store backroom, which was full of towering cardboard boxes and random trash compactors. “I tell you, Gus. These backrooms are definitely shady, with a capital S.”
“This backroom is just that, a backroom.”
“And a house is just a home?”
“In a nutshell, yes.” Gus agreed. Shawn stepped forward, when a half-eaten chocolate chip cookie on the concrete ground caught his attention.
“I told you!” Shawn pointed at the cookie in surprise. “That thing from that movie was here! It ate a huge chunk out of that cookie, and now it’s thirsty for blood!” Gus glanced at the cookie with both of his eyebrows raised. “My blood, Gus!”
“Spiders don’t eat cookies, Shawn. They eat other insects.”
“And how would you know that? Are you a giant hairy spider in disguise? Waiting for me to turn my back, before you decide to swallow me whole?”
Gus paused in his tracks to stare at his best friend. “Yes, Shawn; because a “giant hairy spider”.” He made quotation marks with his fingers, much to Shawn’s amusement “Would work for a pharmaceutical company.”
“Weirder things have happened before,” Shawn replied. “Just look at yesterday’s weird news.” Shawn stepped over the cookie and continued (along with Gus) to the very rear of the backroom, where they both stumbled upon a group of silver lockers with locks hanging off them, decorated in pink and purple cutout bunnies.
“Great!” Gus exclaimed. “Do you even know which one is his?” Shawn made a quick sweep of the lockers with his eyes, before he motioned toward the one at the end of the row. “I’m not even going to ask…”
“It’s the only locker that doesn’t have a bunny on it.” Shawn stated. He turned to glance at Gus. “What a lucky bastard; the only male in a store of women.”
“He must be the manager.”
“The manager probably has his own cozy little office somewhere,” Shawn replied. “Why would he need his own locker?”
“You don’t know if the manager has his own office.”
Shawn moved toward John’s locker. “We’ll find out, now won’t we?”
“What are you…?”
“Look Gus, a penguin-squirrel hybrid!” Gus blinked. “It’s called a Sqenguin and it normally lives in New Mexico!”
“The Chupacabra lives in New Mexico, not whatever you just made up.”
“The Sqenguin is part squirrel-part penguin.” Gus didn’t look too convinced, and Shawn continued with a sigh. “Look it up, I dare you.” Gus pulled out his non-work phone and preceded to Google it.
“Shawn, Google says…” Gus looked up from his phone to find Shawn, his head inside John’s locker.
“It smells like teen spirit in here.”
Though the question was obvious, Gus still felt the need to ask the question. “You broke in, didn’t you?”
“Define “break-in”.”
“You know what it means, Shawn.”
Shawn pulled his head out from the locker and grinned at Gus. “If you mean by unlawfully breaking and entering, then no…as this is my locker.”
“It’s John’s locker.”
“I’ve heard it both ways.”
“Since when?”
“Today, remember? You were there.” Gus sighed. “Oh come on, buddy! This is going to be so much fun!” Shawn pulled a folded-up red collared shirt out from underneath a pair of khaki pants within the locker and held it to his chest. “Do you think this will fit me?”
“What am I supposed to wear?” Gus questioned. Shawn tossed him the khaki pants with a rather large grin. “You can’t just give me pants, Shawn. It’ll look like I’m just a loitering customer.” Shawn continued to grin.
“You’d look just fine wearing those pants, but if you want to look around for something more work-type like, be my guest.”
“All these lockers probably belong to females.” Gus answered. “I can’t wear a female’s shirt.”
“Why not?” Shawn asked and Gus held out his arms in minor frustration. Shawn looked him over from top to bottom. “I see absolutely no problems with that idea.”
“Go change, Shawn.”
Shawn glanced around before he shut John’s locker. “Which way is the bathroom?” Gus couldn’t help but admit a small groan; Shawn was having way too much fun with this. “No worries, Gus! If I find that giant cookie-eating hairy spider, I’ll just ask him for directions and then I’ll offer him this delicious pineapple I found in my locker.” Shawn lifted the pineapple resting atop John’s red work shirt for Gus to admire. “I’m sure if Javier…”
“John.” Gus corrected. Shawn glanced at him in confusion. “It’s John, Shawn.”
“I’m sure he wouldn’t mind if I borrowed this for the evening.” Shawn commented, while he started to look for the employee bathrooms. “Besides, Gus…” Gus followed close behind. “You never know when a pineapple might just save your life.”
Gus scoffed. “I highly doubt it.”
“Don’t doubt the power of the pineapple, my dear friend.” Shawn said. “It does have mystical powers, after all.”
TBC…
Fandom: Psych
Disclaimer: Me? No way!
Author's Note:
Update time! I think the next chapter should be up some time this weekend, so yay!
--
“There’s probably secret button somewhere.” Shawn told Gus, as they both stood in the pet store backroom, which was full of towering cardboard boxes and random trash compactors. “I tell you, Gus. These backrooms are definitely shady, with a capital S.”
“This backroom is just that, a backroom.”
“And a house is just a home?”
“In a nutshell, yes.” Gus agreed. Shawn stepped forward, when a half-eaten chocolate chip cookie on the concrete ground caught his attention.
“I told you!” Shawn pointed at the cookie in surprise. “That thing from that movie was here! It ate a huge chunk out of that cookie, and now it’s thirsty for blood!” Gus glanced at the cookie with both of his eyebrows raised. “My blood, Gus!”
“Spiders don’t eat cookies, Shawn. They eat other insects.”
“And how would you know that? Are you a giant hairy spider in disguise? Waiting for me to turn my back, before you decide to swallow me whole?”
Gus paused in his tracks to stare at his best friend. “Yes, Shawn; because a “giant hairy spider”.” He made quotation marks with his fingers, much to Shawn’s amusement “Would work for a pharmaceutical company.”
“Weirder things have happened before,” Shawn replied. “Just look at yesterday’s weird news.” Shawn stepped over the cookie and continued (along with Gus) to the very rear of the backroom, where they both stumbled upon a group of silver lockers with locks hanging off them, decorated in pink and purple cutout bunnies.
“Great!” Gus exclaimed. “Do you even know which one is his?” Shawn made a quick sweep of the lockers with his eyes, before he motioned toward the one at the end of the row. “I’m not even going to ask…”
“It’s the only locker that doesn’t have a bunny on it.” Shawn stated. He turned to glance at Gus. “What a lucky bastard; the only male in a store of women.”
“He must be the manager.”
“The manager probably has his own cozy little office somewhere,” Shawn replied. “Why would he need his own locker?”
“You don’t know if the manager has his own office.”
Shawn moved toward John’s locker. “We’ll find out, now won’t we?”
“What are you…?”
“Look Gus, a penguin-squirrel hybrid!” Gus blinked. “It’s called a Sqenguin and it normally lives in New Mexico!”
“The Chupacabra lives in New Mexico, not whatever you just made up.”
“The Sqenguin is part squirrel-part penguin.” Gus didn’t look too convinced, and Shawn continued with a sigh. “Look it up, I dare you.” Gus pulled out his non-work phone and preceded to Google it.
“Shawn, Google says…” Gus looked up from his phone to find Shawn, his head inside John’s locker.
“It smells like teen spirit in here.”
Though the question was obvious, Gus still felt the need to ask the question. “You broke in, didn’t you?”
“Define “break-in”.”
“You know what it means, Shawn.”
Shawn pulled his head out from the locker and grinned at Gus. “If you mean by unlawfully breaking and entering, then no…as this is my locker.”
“It’s John’s locker.”
“I’ve heard it both ways.”
“Since when?”
“Today, remember? You were there.” Gus sighed. “Oh come on, buddy! This is going to be so much fun!” Shawn pulled a folded-up red collared shirt out from underneath a pair of khaki pants within the locker and held it to his chest. “Do you think this will fit me?”
“What am I supposed to wear?” Gus questioned. Shawn tossed him the khaki pants with a rather large grin. “You can’t just give me pants, Shawn. It’ll look like I’m just a loitering customer.” Shawn continued to grin.
“You’d look just fine wearing those pants, but if you want to look around for something more work-type like, be my guest.”
“All these lockers probably belong to females.” Gus answered. “I can’t wear a female’s shirt.”
“Why not?” Shawn asked and Gus held out his arms in minor frustration. Shawn looked him over from top to bottom. “I see absolutely no problems with that idea.”
“Go change, Shawn.”
Shawn glanced around before he shut John’s locker. “Which way is the bathroom?” Gus couldn’t help but admit a small groan; Shawn was having way too much fun with this. “No worries, Gus! If I find that giant cookie-eating hairy spider, I’ll just ask him for directions and then I’ll offer him this delicious pineapple I found in my locker.” Shawn lifted the pineapple resting atop John’s red work shirt for Gus to admire. “I’m sure if Javier…”
“John.” Gus corrected. Shawn glanced at him in confusion. “It’s John, Shawn.”
“I’m sure he wouldn’t mind if I borrowed this for the evening.” Shawn commented, while he started to look for the employee bathrooms. “Besides, Gus…” Gus followed close behind. “You never know when a pineapple might just save your life.”
Gus scoffed. “I highly doubt it.”
“Don’t doubt the power of the pineapple, my dear friend.” Shawn said. “It does have mystical powers, after all.”
TBC…