Is There a Psychic in the House? (3/?)
Title: Is There a Psychic in the House?
Genre: Crossover, Gen
Fandoms: Doctor Who, Psych
Characters/Pairings: Shawn Spencer, Juliet O'Hara, Carlton Lassiter, Burton Guster, Henry Spencer, Karen Vick, Buzz McNabb, Amy Pond, Eleventh Doctor, Shawn/Juliet
Rating: So far, all audiences
Word Count: 949
Summary:Not long after "Yang 3 in 2D" Shawn is relaxing outside the office when he strikes up a conversation with a pretty young redhead. Then he gets called on a bizarre murder case that just might have to do with aliens.
Notes: After my last story, I had people asking for Shawn to meet the Doctor, so here it is. It follows It's a Gift and A Psychic Detective's Investigation in Wales. Both include and original character and the second is a Torchwood crossover. You don't have to read them to enjoy this, but you might get more out of it.
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It was a good thing Shawn could put himself on automatic pilot as he drove to the museum. He didn’t even feel Amy’s arms around him-which had been quite enjoyable on the way to the house. But now, he couldn’t stop the ideas that had begun to flood his mind the moment he had knelt beside the body. The concave aspect of the body below the ribcage was familiar, something the regular police wouldn’t believe. He had them barely believing he was psychic; an alien with a death ray would be pushing it. He still had Gwen’s number-Jack’s too-but he wanted to try and solve this without Torchwood’s help if he could.
He pulled into the museum parking lot and he and Amy repeated the dismount procedure. He tried to rustle up some cheer. “Okay, let’s go,” he said with a big grin as he headed for the main door.
“This is your museum?” Amy looked at the building. “It’s rather small, don’t you think?”
“It’s a small town.” He held the door open for her and waved to Chris at the Admissions desk. “Hey, dude. We’re looking for the space rocks.”
“Sure, Shawn.” Chris pointed to the large banner hanging from an archway. “Right through there. The way’s marked.”
“Cool. C’mon, Amy.”
“Don’t you have to pay?”
“Not me. Free pass whenever I want, which, I admit, isn’t too often.”
“Why?”
“Not really one for museums, looking at dead stuff.”
“No, why do you have a free pass?”
“I helped solve a problem with a mummy.”
“A mummy.”
“Yeah, they thought it was stolen, but a guy hid it so he could take its place to steal back some evidence that had been donated by his father.” He looked at her and smiled. “No big deal.”
He heard the exhibit before they got there. Well, at least he heard some guy lecturing about it. The voice was English and very enthusiastic. “Wow, he really seems to know his stuff. Gus would be so jealous!”
He stopped at the opening and saw that the lecturer was actually pretty young-mid-20s with great hair-wearing a tweed jacket, white shirt, black pants held up by red suspenders, black boots and a red bowtie-really, who wears those? Not at all what he expected. Shawn looked over at Amy and saw a wide smile. “That’s your friend?”
“Yep.” She popped the “p”.
The man saw them and grinned. “Pond! What are you doing here?” He walked over to them. “And you’ve brought a friend.” He pumped Shawn’s hand. “Have we met? You look familiar. I’m usually pretty good with faces. Complete rubbish with names. I know I’ve seen you recently…”
Shawn couldn’t believe he found someone that was more wired and hyper than he was. This guy was bonkers.
“Wait! I know now!” He ran down the hall and stopped in front of the T-Rex fossil he and Gus had found. “You’re Shawn Spencer, Psychic Paleo-Sleuth! This is a beautiful specimen. You have to tell me how you found it.”
While the man looked at the fossil, Shawn looked at Amy. “Is he like this all the time?”
“Pretty much, yeah.”
“Do you think he’ll help with the case?”
“Oh, he loves to help out, the Doctor.”
Shawn looked at the man in front of him currently gushing over bones. There was no way this was the same guy Alan and Jack had talked about. He had expected someone older, at least his dad’s age. How could he find out for sure? “Amy says you’re into all this science stuff. Are you a doctor or something?”
“Or something.” The man smiled like he knew something the rest of the world had to figure out-which was probably true.
“Quit that!” Amy slapped him on the arm. “Shawn’s investigating a murder and the man had a pamphlet for the museum, that exhibit circled.”
“Ooh, a mystery. I would guess he was the man who was supposed to give the lecture. I stepped in when he didn’t show.”
“Of course you did,” said Shawn. Here goes. “Is that like the time you ‘stepped in’ with Queen Victoria and the werewolf?”
“Totally different circumstances.” The Doctor wheeled around. “How do you know about that anyway? And don’t give me that psychic drivel.”
Shawn could now see how this man could be the Doctor. There was a definite steely glint in his eyes. “We have mutual friends.” Shawn stayed casual as he met the Doctor’s gaze.
“Oh, really? Who? I have so many.”
“Col. Alan Kelly and Capt.--”
“Jack Harkness. I should’ve known. You’ll have to tell me about that meeting, but not now.” He rubbed his hands together. “Now, tell me about this murder.”
“I don’t think it was a regular murder and they’ll just laugh it off when I tell them what I really think,” Shawn told the Doctor as they walked back to the exhibit.
“There’s such a thing as a ‘regular murder’?” asked Amy.
“The body… I’ve only see one like that a couple years back in Cardiff. I thought it was a one-in-a-lifetime thing, you know? To see another…”
“You were in Cardiff?” Amy wanted to know.
“That’s when you met Jack. So you think this man was killed the same way and it’s got you scared,” the Doctor stated.
“Well, I wouldn’t say ‘scared’.” The Doctor raised an eyebrow. “Okay, maybe I would. Just don’t repeat that.”
“What have I missed here?” Amy looked between the two of them. “Why would you be scared?”
Shawn swallowed. “The body in Cardiff was killed with alien tech.”
“So you think this is the same?”
Shawn nodded.
“Oh.”
Chapter 4
Genre: Crossover, Gen
Fandoms: Doctor Who, Psych
Characters/Pairings: Shawn Spencer, Juliet O'Hara, Carlton Lassiter, Burton Guster, Henry Spencer, Karen Vick, Buzz McNabb, Amy Pond, Eleventh Doctor, Shawn/Juliet
Rating: So far, all audiences
Word Count: 949
Summary:Not long after "Yang 3 in 2D" Shawn is relaxing outside the office when he strikes up a conversation with a pretty young redhead. Then he gets called on a bizarre murder case that just might have to do with aliens.
Notes: After my last story, I had people asking for Shawn to meet the Doctor, so here it is. It follows It's a Gift and A Psychic Detective's Investigation in Wales. Both include and original character and the second is a Torchwood crossover. You don't have to read them to enjoy this, but you might get more out of it.
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It was a good thing Shawn could put himself on automatic pilot as he drove to the museum. He didn’t even feel Amy’s arms around him-which had been quite enjoyable on the way to the house. But now, he couldn’t stop the ideas that had begun to flood his mind the moment he had knelt beside the body. The concave aspect of the body below the ribcage was familiar, something the regular police wouldn’t believe. He had them barely believing he was psychic; an alien with a death ray would be pushing it. He still had Gwen’s number-Jack’s too-but he wanted to try and solve this without Torchwood’s help if he could.
He pulled into the museum parking lot and he and Amy repeated the dismount procedure. He tried to rustle up some cheer. “Okay, let’s go,” he said with a big grin as he headed for the main door.
“This is your museum?” Amy looked at the building. “It’s rather small, don’t you think?”
“It’s a small town.” He held the door open for her and waved to Chris at the Admissions desk. “Hey, dude. We’re looking for the space rocks.”
“Sure, Shawn.” Chris pointed to the large banner hanging from an archway. “Right through there. The way’s marked.”
“Cool. C’mon, Amy.”
“Don’t you have to pay?”
“Not me. Free pass whenever I want, which, I admit, isn’t too often.”
“Why?”
“Not really one for museums, looking at dead stuff.”
“No, why do you have a free pass?”
“I helped solve a problem with a mummy.”
“A mummy.”
“Yeah, they thought it was stolen, but a guy hid it so he could take its place to steal back some evidence that had been donated by his father.” He looked at her and smiled. “No big deal.”
He heard the exhibit before they got there. Well, at least he heard some guy lecturing about it. The voice was English and very enthusiastic. “Wow, he really seems to know his stuff. Gus would be so jealous!”
He stopped at the opening and saw that the lecturer was actually pretty young-mid-20s with great hair-wearing a tweed jacket, white shirt, black pants held up by red suspenders, black boots and a red bowtie-really, who wears those? Not at all what he expected. Shawn looked over at Amy and saw a wide smile. “That’s your friend?”
“Yep.” She popped the “p”.
The man saw them and grinned. “Pond! What are you doing here?” He walked over to them. “And you’ve brought a friend.” He pumped Shawn’s hand. “Have we met? You look familiar. I’m usually pretty good with faces. Complete rubbish with names. I know I’ve seen you recently…”
Shawn couldn’t believe he found someone that was more wired and hyper than he was. This guy was bonkers.
“Wait! I know now!” He ran down the hall and stopped in front of the T-Rex fossil he and Gus had found. “You’re Shawn Spencer, Psychic Paleo-Sleuth! This is a beautiful specimen. You have to tell me how you found it.”
While the man looked at the fossil, Shawn looked at Amy. “Is he like this all the time?”
“Pretty much, yeah.”
“Do you think he’ll help with the case?”
“Oh, he loves to help out, the Doctor.”
Shawn looked at the man in front of him currently gushing over bones. There was no way this was the same guy Alan and Jack had talked about. He had expected someone older, at least his dad’s age. How could he find out for sure? “Amy says you’re into all this science stuff. Are you a doctor or something?”
“Or something.” The man smiled like he knew something the rest of the world had to figure out-which was probably true.
“Quit that!” Amy slapped him on the arm. “Shawn’s investigating a murder and the man had a pamphlet for the museum, that exhibit circled.”
“Ooh, a mystery. I would guess he was the man who was supposed to give the lecture. I stepped in when he didn’t show.”
“Of course you did,” said Shawn. Here goes. “Is that like the time you ‘stepped in’ with Queen Victoria and the werewolf?”
“Totally different circumstances.” The Doctor wheeled around. “How do you know about that anyway? And don’t give me that psychic drivel.”
Shawn could now see how this man could be the Doctor. There was a definite steely glint in his eyes. “We have mutual friends.” Shawn stayed casual as he met the Doctor’s gaze.
“Oh, really? Who? I have so many.”
“Col. Alan Kelly and Capt.--”
“Jack Harkness. I should’ve known. You’ll have to tell me about that meeting, but not now.” He rubbed his hands together. “Now, tell me about this murder.”
“I don’t think it was a regular murder and they’ll just laugh it off when I tell them what I really think,” Shawn told the Doctor as they walked back to the exhibit.
“There’s such a thing as a ‘regular murder’?” asked Amy.
“The body… I’ve only see one like that a couple years back in Cardiff. I thought it was a one-in-a-lifetime thing, you know? To see another…”
“You were in Cardiff?” Amy wanted to know.
“That’s when you met Jack. So you think this man was killed the same way and it’s got you scared,” the Doctor stated.
“Well, I wouldn’t say ‘scared’.” The Doctor raised an eyebrow. “Okay, maybe I would. Just don’t repeat that.”
“What have I missed here?” Amy looked between the two of them. “Why would you be scared?”
Shawn swallowed. “The body in Cardiff was killed with alien tech.”
“So you think this is the same?”
Shawn nodded.
“Oh.”
Chapter 4