Fic: Darkest Before Dawn 10/12 - Psych
Title: Darkest Before Dawn 10/12
Author: chibichibi_k
Rating: R (Entire Story)
Pairing: Shawn/Lassiter
Disclaimer: Psych belongs to the USA Network
Notes: None for this Chapter.
Summary: Who made it out alive? Carlton or Walker?
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Shawn sat there stiffly and unblinking as he waited for any sign of movement from his lover. But none came. With a new found rush of adrenaline flooding through his system, he managed to wrench himself free from his bindings. A scream of agony ripped itself free from Shawn’s throat as he completely wrecked his already dislocated shoulder in the process of freeing himself.
He staggered to his feet but immediately collapsed back into the chair, his legs to weak to hold him. “Carlton, come on. Get up! Injured lover over here!”
There was still no movement. Shawn was too far away to be able to see why his lover had yet to move. He tried once more to stand up and barely managed to stay up this time. Once he was somewhat steady on his feet, Shawn moved slowly and carefully across the warehouse towards the fallen detective, cradling his injured arm to his chest as he walked.
It was slow going and he hadn’t even made if halfway towards Carlton before a slight movement caught his eye. “Carlton...” he called softly, hopefully.
But it wasn’t Carlton who had moved, it was Walker. The gangly serial killer stumbled to his feet. His cold, calculating eyes focusing on Shawn’s terrified hazel ones. “So sorry, Shawny, but it looks like I won.”
Shawn was stricken silent. His eyes darted to Carlton who still had yet to move. But he noticed that Walker was severely struggling and clutching at his left side. Red slowly seeped through the thing material of his shirt and through his fingers, dripping down to the floor. He was injured, gravely.
“Don’t think you can stop me just because I was shot. I’m going to kill you just like I killed Detective Lassiter,” Walker sneered. His knife was still in hand but it was tinged red with blood.
“No... He isn’t dead,” Shawn whispered brokenly.
“Face it, Shawny. He left you all alone and at my mercy.”
Walker approached Shawn slowly. The psychic was frozen in place, staring at Carlton’s prone body, hoping for any sign of movement. As Walker drew closer to Shawn, he raised his knife, getting ready to deal the fatal blow. Shawn didn’t even move, didn’t blink, and didn’t think. If Carlton was gone, what did he have left?
“Goodbye, Shawny!”
Just before the knife could sink into Shawn’s unresponsive body, a deafening bang echoed throughout the room and Walker slumped to the ground. His eyes wide in death as his body hit the cement.
“Goodbye, Walker,” Carlton’s cool voice sounded.
“C-Carlton...? Y-you’re...” Shawn couldn’t get out another word. He sunk to the ground. His mind was reeling and his adrenaline spike had faded away. He felt empty and numb and all he could do was stare wide eyed at Carlton.
“Shawn!” Carlton yelled and raced across the room to his lover. He fell to his knees, ignoring the pain to gather his lover close, extremely careful of the various injuries Shawn had collected during his time with Walker. “Are you okay?”
“I... I’m fine...” Shawn said honestly as he absorbed Carlton’s warmth. “I was just held against my will for who knows how long but I’m just peachy.” He wrapped his left arm around Carlton and held on tight. “Thank God you’re safe.”
“I should be the one saying that.” Carlton smiled as he tucked Shawn’s head under his chin. “We should get you to a hospital,” he suggested but made no move to stand up. He just wanted to hold Shawn close and make sure that his lover was actually safe and in his arms.
“I... I don’t think I can... wa...lk.”
Shawn slumped bonelessly against Carlton. “Shawn? Shawn!” He frantically checked for a pulse and sighed in relief when he found it.
Not wanting to spend any more time in the place where Walker had held and tortured Shawn. Carlton carefully positioned his lover and picked him up. He cradled Shawn’s injured body close and protectively.
Just as he moved towards the door the sound of dozens of footsteps heading his way reached him. He held Shawn closer not sure what to expect on the other side of the door.
“SBPD! Hands in the air!” O’Hara shouted as she and a tactical team burst through the door. Her eyes locked on Carlton and she raced towards him. “Carlton? Are you okay?”
“I’m fine, O’Hara. I’m more worried about Shawn,” Carlton replied softly. “Please tell me you called for a bus on your way here.”
“Yeah, it’s right outside.” Her eyes fell upon Shawn’s abused and unconscious form. “Oh my god,’ she whispered in shock.
“I’m taking him out,” Carlton said. There was no way in hell he was going to let anyone but the paramedics touch Shawn.
“But... You’re arm... It’s bleeding!”
“I’m taking him out, O’Hara,” he ordered even though he had no authority to do so.
“R-right,” Juliet stammered.
Carlton smiled softly at Juliet. He could see her worry for both himself and Shawn as plain as day. “I’m okay, O’Hara. The bastard just nicked my shoulder that’s all. Nothing to worry about.”
“Okay.” Juliet seemed fine with his answer but her worry was still evident in her eyes, though that same concern soon disappeared as she put on her detective mask. “Get out of here, Lassiter, though you’ll have to come by the station in a few days to give your statement.”
“Yes, Detective.”
Juliet smirked until her eyes fell on Shawn. “Take care of him.”
Carlton held Shawn closer to himself, almost as if someone was going to take him away from him. “You know I will.” He strolled towards the door but before he left he looked at her over his shoulder. “See you at the hospital when you’re done here?”
“Nothing could keep me away.”
Carlton made his way out of the warehouse; nodding to the people he passed, several of which who nodded back and told him to take care of Shawn. The sun was just beginning to set as he walked out of the warehouse and he couldn’t help but snort at how cliché it was. The hero rescues the damsel in distress and they walk into a sunset after the final battle with the evil villain.
“You’d have a field day with this, Shawn,” Carlton whispered affectionately into his unconscious lover’s ear.
As he approached the ambulance a swarm of waiting paramedics rushed forward to meet him. They were calling orders to each other as they raced towards Carlton.
“Detective! What are the victim’s injuries?” The first paramedic to reach Carlton asked.
Carlton bristled angrily at hearing Shawn referred to as a victim. “First,” he growled, “his name is Shawn and you’ll refer to him as such.”
“Yessir!”
“Second... He sustained several different injuries. He’s got a wound over his left eye and it looks infected, several cuts along his torso ranging from shallow to deep, and he was cradling his shoulder, I think it’s dislocated.”
“Alright, thank you, Detective. Please place him carefully on the gurney.”
Carlton lowered Shawn onto the gurney gently, cradling his head tenderly. It was then that he noticed the shallow cut running along his neck. “God,” he whispered in disgust. “Th-there’s another cut along his neck,” he told the medics shakily.
“Okay. We’re going to take him now and we’ll meet you at the hospital,” the paramedic said as two others loaded Shawn into the ambulance.
“I’m coming with you,” Carlton practically snarled.
“Detective, only relatives or significant others can - “
“Let me make this clear since you seem to be having trouble understanding me,” Carlton growled threateningly as he leaned in nice and close to the paramedic. “I am in that ambulance with you and going to the hospital with Shawn. Are we clear?”
“Y-y-yessir.”
“Good,” Carlton smirked evilly and patted the paramedic on the cheek before stepping into the ambulance.
He sat down heavily on one of the built-in benches and immediately grabbed onto one of Shawn’s limp hands. Carlton watched as the medics worked on making sure Shawn was going to be healthy and safe.
I’m never letting you out of my sight again, Carlton promised.
TBC.
Author: chibichibi_k
Rating: R (Entire Story)
Pairing: Shawn/Lassiter
Disclaimer: Psych belongs to the USA Network
Notes: None for this Chapter.
Summary: Who made it out alive? Carlton or Walker?
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Shawn sat there stiffly and unblinking as he waited for any sign of movement from his lover. But none came. With a new found rush of adrenaline flooding through his system, he managed to wrench himself free from his bindings. A scream of agony ripped itself free from Shawn’s throat as he completely wrecked his already dislocated shoulder in the process of freeing himself.
He staggered to his feet but immediately collapsed back into the chair, his legs to weak to hold him. “Carlton, come on. Get up! Injured lover over here!”
There was still no movement. Shawn was too far away to be able to see why his lover had yet to move. He tried once more to stand up and barely managed to stay up this time. Once he was somewhat steady on his feet, Shawn moved slowly and carefully across the warehouse towards the fallen detective, cradling his injured arm to his chest as he walked.
It was slow going and he hadn’t even made if halfway towards Carlton before a slight movement caught his eye. “Carlton...” he called softly, hopefully.
But it wasn’t Carlton who had moved, it was Walker. The gangly serial killer stumbled to his feet. His cold, calculating eyes focusing on Shawn’s terrified hazel ones. “So sorry, Shawny, but it looks like I won.”
Shawn was stricken silent. His eyes darted to Carlton who still had yet to move. But he noticed that Walker was severely struggling and clutching at his left side. Red slowly seeped through the thing material of his shirt and through his fingers, dripping down to the floor. He was injured, gravely.
“Don’t think you can stop me just because I was shot. I’m going to kill you just like I killed Detective Lassiter,” Walker sneered. His knife was still in hand but it was tinged red with blood.
“No... He isn’t dead,” Shawn whispered brokenly.
“Face it, Shawny. He left you all alone and at my mercy.”
Walker approached Shawn slowly. The psychic was frozen in place, staring at Carlton’s prone body, hoping for any sign of movement. As Walker drew closer to Shawn, he raised his knife, getting ready to deal the fatal blow. Shawn didn’t even move, didn’t blink, and didn’t think. If Carlton was gone, what did he have left?
“Goodbye, Shawny!”
Just before the knife could sink into Shawn’s unresponsive body, a deafening bang echoed throughout the room and Walker slumped to the ground. His eyes wide in death as his body hit the cement.
“Goodbye, Walker,” Carlton’s cool voice sounded.
“C-Carlton...? Y-you’re...” Shawn couldn’t get out another word. He sunk to the ground. His mind was reeling and his adrenaline spike had faded away. He felt empty and numb and all he could do was stare wide eyed at Carlton.
“Shawn!” Carlton yelled and raced across the room to his lover. He fell to his knees, ignoring the pain to gather his lover close, extremely careful of the various injuries Shawn had collected during his time with Walker. “Are you okay?”
“I... I’m fine...” Shawn said honestly as he absorbed Carlton’s warmth. “I was just held against my will for who knows how long but I’m just peachy.” He wrapped his left arm around Carlton and held on tight. “Thank God you’re safe.”
“I should be the one saying that.” Carlton smiled as he tucked Shawn’s head under his chin. “We should get you to a hospital,” he suggested but made no move to stand up. He just wanted to hold Shawn close and make sure that his lover was actually safe and in his arms.
“I... I don’t think I can... wa...lk.”
Shawn slumped bonelessly against Carlton. “Shawn? Shawn!” He frantically checked for a pulse and sighed in relief when he found it.
Not wanting to spend any more time in the place where Walker had held and tortured Shawn. Carlton carefully positioned his lover and picked him up. He cradled Shawn’s injured body close and protectively.
Just as he moved towards the door the sound of dozens of footsteps heading his way reached him. He held Shawn closer not sure what to expect on the other side of the door.
“SBPD! Hands in the air!” O’Hara shouted as she and a tactical team burst through the door. Her eyes locked on Carlton and she raced towards him. “Carlton? Are you okay?”
“I’m fine, O’Hara. I’m more worried about Shawn,” Carlton replied softly. “Please tell me you called for a bus on your way here.”
“Yeah, it’s right outside.” Her eyes fell upon Shawn’s abused and unconscious form. “Oh my god,’ she whispered in shock.
“I’m taking him out,” Carlton said. There was no way in hell he was going to let anyone but the paramedics touch Shawn.
“But... You’re arm... It’s bleeding!”
“I’m taking him out, O’Hara,” he ordered even though he had no authority to do so.
“R-right,” Juliet stammered.
Carlton smiled softly at Juliet. He could see her worry for both himself and Shawn as plain as day. “I’m okay, O’Hara. The bastard just nicked my shoulder that’s all. Nothing to worry about.”
“Okay.” Juliet seemed fine with his answer but her worry was still evident in her eyes, though that same concern soon disappeared as she put on her detective mask. “Get out of here, Lassiter, though you’ll have to come by the station in a few days to give your statement.”
“Yes, Detective.”
Juliet smirked until her eyes fell on Shawn. “Take care of him.”
Carlton held Shawn closer to himself, almost as if someone was going to take him away from him. “You know I will.” He strolled towards the door but before he left he looked at her over his shoulder. “See you at the hospital when you’re done here?”
“Nothing could keep me away.”
Carlton made his way out of the warehouse; nodding to the people he passed, several of which who nodded back and told him to take care of Shawn. The sun was just beginning to set as he walked out of the warehouse and he couldn’t help but snort at how cliché it was. The hero rescues the damsel in distress and they walk into a sunset after the final battle with the evil villain.
“You’d have a field day with this, Shawn,” Carlton whispered affectionately into his unconscious lover’s ear.
As he approached the ambulance a swarm of waiting paramedics rushed forward to meet him. They were calling orders to each other as they raced towards Carlton.
“Detective! What are the victim’s injuries?” The first paramedic to reach Carlton asked.
Carlton bristled angrily at hearing Shawn referred to as a victim. “First,” he growled, “his name is Shawn and you’ll refer to him as such.”
“Yessir!”
“Second... He sustained several different injuries. He’s got a wound over his left eye and it looks infected, several cuts along his torso ranging from shallow to deep, and he was cradling his shoulder, I think it’s dislocated.”
“Alright, thank you, Detective. Please place him carefully on the gurney.”
Carlton lowered Shawn onto the gurney gently, cradling his head tenderly. It was then that he noticed the shallow cut running along his neck. “God,” he whispered in disgust. “Th-there’s another cut along his neck,” he told the medics shakily.
“Okay. We’re going to take him now and we’ll meet you at the hospital,” the paramedic said as two others loaded Shawn into the ambulance.
“I’m coming with you,” Carlton practically snarled.
“Detective, only relatives or significant others can - “
“Let me make this clear since you seem to be having trouble understanding me,” Carlton growled threateningly as he leaned in nice and close to the paramedic. “I am in that ambulance with you and going to the hospital with Shawn. Are we clear?”
“Y-y-yessir.”
“Good,” Carlton smirked evilly and patted the paramedic on the cheek before stepping into the ambulance.
He sat down heavily on one of the built-in benches and immediately grabbed onto one of Shawn’s limp hands. Carlton watched as the medics worked on making sure Shawn was going to be healthy and safe.
I’m never letting you out of my sight again, Carlton promised.
TBC.