Is There a Psychic in the House? (10/?)
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: 1027
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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Amy had a feeling that whatever was going on had to do with those missing rocks. There was no persuading Henry that they should search the building, not without a warrant. Gus’ reason was more real; he was not going to go looking for something that could kill him. She let herself be convinced that it was the right move. Knowledge was power, the saying went. If they knew what they were up against, they could stop it.
Henry pulled up in front of the police station. “Gus, get Amy a visitor’s pass while I park.”
“Okay, Mr. Spencer.” Gus opened the door. “Maybe they’ll have some cookies or donuts left. I don’t know about you, but I’m starving.”
“Sounds great, Gus. I could murder a cup of tea.” She smiled at her choice of words.
The officer at the desk greeted Gus by name, and, after signing a register, Amy had her pass. Caffeine was next and then they waited at Henry’s desk. The blonde from earlier, Shawn’s girlfriend, saw them and came over.
“Amy, right? I’m Juliet O’Hara.” She held out her hand. “Shawn neglected the introductions.”
“They seem to be low on his list of priorities. Amy Pond.”
“I didn’t realize you were still helping on this case.”
“I just got drawn into Shawn’s wake. I introduced him to the Doctor and then the two of them promptly left me behind.”
“Good thing they did or I wouldn’t know what the hell was going on here,” said Henry as he joined them.
“I would’ve filled you in, Pops.” Shawn had arrived with a very harassed-looking detective and the Doctor.
“Yeah, when this was over with. You know that’s not the way things work, kiddo.”
“Yeah, but it’s how I work.” He leaned conspiratorially towards the Doctor. “See what I said about the hair? Hey, Jules!” He smiled brightly, and, had they been any other couple, they would have kissed. “Sorry about earlier. It was just a little overwhelming and I had to get out of there.”
“You can fill me in later.”
Amy couldn’t believe not one of these cops had picked up on these blatant clues.
“Hello, Pond. I see you’ve been busy.”
“Well, Gus and I had to act on our research. Shawn’s dad came by and took us to the museum.”
The door to the only fully enclosed office opened and an older woman stepped out. “All of you, in here, now.”
Lassiter and Juliet went in first followed by Gus. The Doctor nudged Amy and Shawn was shepherded in by Henry. “I need to know what we’ve learned.”
“I’ve learned that if you drop a raisin into a fresh glass of soda, it'll bounce up and down continually from the bottom of the glass to the top. Also, the man who invented 7Up was an albino.”
“What have you learned about the case, Mr. Spencer?” the Chief said in a long-suffering voice.
Amy raised her hand tentatively. “Gus and I found out that there were other scientists who would boycott the museum if Heidecker spoke there.”
“His theories were very left field,” Gus supplied.
“A possible motive,” the Chief agreed. “Do we have names?”
“The curator gave us a couple,” Henry said. “We came here to follow up on them.”
“Well, we found out something a little different at the morgue,” Lassiter said.
The Chief looked at them expectantly.
“Um, it will sound a little far-fetched, but don’t--”
“Shawn, it’s okay. I’ve dealt with police before.” The Doctor began to pace. “Now, what happened to Dr. Heidecker was molecular-based. At first I thought it was a sonic weapon or some other sort of highly concentrated energy. I was wrong.”
Amy scoffed. She pretended it was a cough when everyone looked at her. She smiled in apology.
“Those could only be accessed by the military or research labs,” said Juliet. “All our main suspects are geologists. They wouldn’t be able to get their hands on anything like that.”
“Right, but not why I dismissed it.”
Shawn put a hand to his head. At Henry’s face and Gus’ rolled eyes, Amy guessed it was time for Shawn to have a “vision”.
“The burns on his fingers and hands were due to prolonged exposure.”
“We already established that, Spencer.”
“Let him speak, Carlton,” ordered the Chief.
Carlton? Really?
Shawn opened one eye to make sure he still had an audience before closing it again. “Rocks. That’s what he handled a lot, being a geo-pet”
“Geologist,” Gus corrected.
“Whatever. There were no rocks at his house so we have to get to the museum and find them at the exhibit.” He collapsed into a convenient chair as if the experience had drained him.
“Fine. We’ll get them to close the exhibit while we run tests.”
“Problem there, Karen. Some of the stones are gone.”
The Doctor looked at her. “Amy?”
“Yeah, the ones that you commented on before. The curator pulled them because they were arguing over ownership.”
“Did he tell you where they were?” the Doctor asked.
“Did you even look for it?” demanded Lassiter.
“He said he didn’t know,” answered Amy.
“And you believed him. Amateurs.”
“That was uncalled for, Carlton,” chided Juliet. “They brought us important information.”
“I need to pick up my equipment which should help us find the rocks. They should be our top priority.”
“Doctor, I thank you for your assistance--” started the Chief.
“But you’re too busy following protocol to do the right thing,” the Doctor finished, angered. “Come along, Pond.”
“Doctor, you said that your explanation was far-fetched,” started the Chief.
“Actually, that was me.” Shawn raised his hand.
“What did you mean?”
“They’re alien.”
“Of course they are,” declared Lassiter. “They’re from space.”
“I think he means what it contains is alien,” said Gus slowly.
“What a load of--”
“No matter the source, it does need to be contained.” The Chief looked at the Doctor. “You get your equipment and I’ll put a rush on the warrant for the museum.”
“Right, let’s go!” Shawn headed out the door, keys in his hand. He looked at Amy and mouthed something.
“Shotgun!” she called.
Chapter 11
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: 1027
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.
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9
Amy had a feeling that whatever was going on had to do with those missing rocks. There was no persuading Henry that they should search the building, not without a warrant. Gus’ reason was more real; he was not going to go looking for something that could kill him. She let herself be convinced that it was the right move. Knowledge was power, the saying went. If they knew what they were up against, they could stop it.
Henry pulled up in front of the police station. “Gus, get Amy a visitor’s pass while I park.”
“Okay, Mr. Spencer.” Gus opened the door. “Maybe they’ll have some cookies or donuts left. I don’t know about you, but I’m starving.”
“Sounds great, Gus. I could murder a cup of tea.” She smiled at her choice of words.
The officer at the desk greeted Gus by name, and, after signing a register, Amy had her pass. Caffeine was next and then they waited at Henry’s desk. The blonde from earlier, Shawn’s girlfriend, saw them and came over.
“Amy, right? I’m Juliet O’Hara.” She held out her hand. “Shawn neglected the introductions.”
“They seem to be low on his list of priorities. Amy Pond.”
“I didn’t realize you were still helping on this case.”
“I just got drawn into Shawn’s wake. I introduced him to the Doctor and then the two of them promptly left me behind.”
“Good thing they did or I wouldn’t know what the hell was going on here,” said Henry as he joined them.
“I would’ve filled you in, Pops.” Shawn had arrived with a very harassed-looking detective and the Doctor.
“Yeah, when this was over with. You know that’s not the way things work, kiddo.”
“Yeah, but it’s how I work.” He leaned conspiratorially towards the Doctor. “See what I said about the hair? Hey, Jules!” He smiled brightly, and, had they been any other couple, they would have kissed. “Sorry about earlier. It was just a little overwhelming and I had to get out of there.”
“You can fill me in later.”
Amy couldn’t believe not one of these cops had picked up on these blatant clues.
“Hello, Pond. I see you’ve been busy.”
“Well, Gus and I had to act on our research. Shawn’s dad came by and took us to the museum.”
The door to the only fully enclosed office opened and an older woman stepped out. “All of you, in here, now.”
Lassiter and Juliet went in first followed by Gus. The Doctor nudged Amy and Shawn was shepherded in by Henry. “I need to know what we’ve learned.”
“I’ve learned that if you drop a raisin into a fresh glass of soda, it'll bounce up and down continually from the bottom of the glass to the top. Also, the man who invented 7Up was an albino.”
“What have you learned about the case, Mr. Spencer?” the Chief said in a long-suffering voice.
Amy raised her hand tentatively. “Gus and I found out that there were other scientists who would boycott the museum if Heidecker spoke there.”
“His theories were very left field,” Gus supplied.
“A possible motive,” the Chief agreed. “Do we have names?”
“The curator gave us a couple,” Henry said. “We came here to follow up on them.”
“Well, we found out something a little different at the morgue,” Lassiter said.
The Chief looked at them expectantly.
“Um, it will sound a little far-fetched, but don’t--”
“Shawn, it’s okay. I’ve dealt with police before.” The Doctor began to pace. “Now, what happened to Dr. Heidecker was molecular-based. At first I thought it was a sonic weapon or some other sort of highly concentrated energy. I was wrong.”
Amy scoffed. She pretended it was a cough when everyone looked at her. She smiled in apology.
“Those could only be accessed by the military or research labs,” said Juliet. “All our main suspects are geologists. They wouldn’t be able to get their hands on anything like that.”
“Right, but not why I dismissed it.”
Shawn put a hand to his head. At Henry’s face and Gus’ rolled eyes, Amy guessed it was time for Shawn to have a “vision”.
“The burns on his fingers and hands were due to prolonged exposure.”
“We already established that, Spencer.”
“Let him speak, Carlton,” ordered the Chief.
Carlton? Really?
Shawn opened one eye to make sure he still had an audience before closing it again. “Rocks. That’s what he handled a lot, being a geo-pet”
“Geologist,” Gus corrected.
“Whatever. There were no rocks at his house so we have to get to the museum and find them at the exhibit.” He collapsed into a convenient chair as if the experience had drained him.
“Fine. We’ll get them to close the exhibit while we run tests.”
“Problem there, Karen. Some of the stones are gone.”
The Doctor looked at her. “Amy?”
“Yeah, the ones that you commented on before. The curator pulled them because they were arguing over ownership.”
“Did he tell you where they were?” the Doctor asked.
“Did you even look for it?” demanded Lassiter.
“He said he didn’t know,” answered Amy.
“And you believed him. Amateurs.”
“That was uncalled for, Carlton,” chided Juliet. “They brought us important information.”
“I need to pick up my equipment which should help us find the rocks. They should be our top priority.”
“Doctor, I thank you for your assistance--” started the Chief.
“But you’re too busy following protocol to do the right thing,” the Doctor finished, angered. “Come along, Pond.”
“Doctor, you said that your explanation was far-fetched,” started the Chief.
“Actually, that was me.” Shawn raised his hand.
“What did you mean?”
“They’re alien.”
“Of course they are,” declared Lassiter. “They’re from space.”
“I think he means what it contains is alien,” said Gus slowly.
“What a load of--”
“No matter the source, it does need to be contained.” The Chief looked at the Doctor. “You get your equipment and I’ll put a rush on the warrant for the museum.”
“Right, let’s go!” Shawn headed out the door, keys in his hand. He looked at Amy and mouthed something.
“Shotgun!” she called.
Chapter 11