Fic: Pineapples on a Plane: Chapter 5
Title: Pineapples on a Plane
Chapter: 5/7
Author: nighthawkms (beta'd by candyflossrain and saavira
Genre: Action, Adventure, Crossover, Humor, Romance
Warnings: Slash, obscenity, slight crackiness
Pairing:(s) Shawn/Lassiter, hints of Gus/Juliet
Summary: After finding out that Juliet and Lassiter are taking a trip to Hawaii for a "seminar," Shawn and Gus decide to follow them, believing that the seminar is just a cover for something much more interesting. But after their plan goes awry, Shawn becomes a reluctant witness to the murder of a prosecutor. He, Gus, Lassiter, and Juliet take a flight home, but their ride is not what they expected. Now, they must work together to survive, and a few of them will reveal more than they thought they ever would in the process.
Disclaimer: Psych is the property of the USA network. I don't own it, I'm just playing in the 'verse!
Notes: Okay self, repeat after me. I will post chapters faster. I WILL post chapters faster.
Teehee :D Hope you all enjoy, sorry for taking a while for this next one.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Shawn thought he was hallucinating for a moment, until screams shot out of coach. In an instant, Flynn was beside him, pushing him back up the stairs as the snakes began causing chaos. Shawn saw snakes latching onto people’s body parts, twisting around limbs and sinking their fangs in, before his view was obscured by being forced up the steps. He felt hands wrapping around his arms the next moment, and found Agent Sanders on one side of him, and Lassiter on the other, hauling him up to the landing.
“What the hell is going on down there?” Gus asked as he and Juliet joined the group. That’s when a cobra decided to slither into view, hissing at Flynn as he backed up a step slightly. Gus let out a high pitched scream and bounded backwards, jumping up to stand atop his own seat cushion. “WHY IS THERE A FUCKING SNAKE ON THIS FUCKING PLANE?”
“It’s not just one!” Shawn shouted at him, wrenching Sander’s and Lassiter’s arms off of him. “There are hundreds!”
For the second time in the past two days, Gus’s eyes slid back into his head, and he fainted.
Shawn had no time to help Gus, because a thought suddenly popped into his head. “Tiffany and all those people are down there; they’ll get killed!” He made a move towards the staircase, but Flynn moved up to block him just as Lassiter grabbed his arm again.
“Damn it, Spencer, you are not going to go down there and get yourself killed!” Lassiter yelled in Shawn’s ear, causing him to wince.
“I’m not going to just let innocent people die while I sit up here and do nothing!” Shawn shouted back at him, trying to find a way past Flynn.
“Mr. Spencer!” Shawn looked up into Flynn’s face. “What was the first thing I told you when you met me?”
“What?”
“Come on, you know this.”
Shawn sighed, knowing what Flynn was getting at. “Do what I say and you’ll live,” he shot back, glaring. “But-“
“I meant it, Mr. Spencer,” Flynn said. “Detective Lassiter is right. Sit down and let us handle this.” He nodded to Sanders, and they both drew tazers out of their pockets before heading down the stairs.
Shawn tried to get out of Lassiter’s grip, but the man held tight. “Do you mind if I go and help my unconscious friend?” Shawn hissed back at him, motioning to Gus, whom Juliet was currently trying to wake up with gentle slaps to the face.
Lassiter nodded, then swung them both around and let go, standing in front of the stairway to block it. Shawn shot him a glare before going over to Gus.
The man was slowly waking up, and opened his eyes to see Juliet and Shawn leaning over him. “Welcome to hell, Gus. I am the devil,” Shawn said, mood having amazingly done a three-sixty back to cheerful. “This is my mistress, Madame Juliet.”
Juliet punched Shawn playfully in the arm, and Gus gave a groan. “What happened?” he muttered, rubbing his head. Suddenly, his eyes bulged. “Snakes, something about snakes!”
“Woah, woah, woah,” Shawn said, placing a hand against Gus’s chest to keep him lying down. “You’re going to have to stay with us, buddy. Yes, there are snakes, but they can’t get to us. We’re upstairs; they’re downstairs. We’re fine.” Gus nodded slowly, and Shawn removed his hand, allowing the man to sit up.
A shout came from below. “Lassiter, give me a hand here!” Flynn’s voice echoed up into the room. Lassiter gave the group of three a quick glance before heading down the stairs. A few moments later, he was back up, helping Flynn carry an injured Sanders up to the landing.
Juliet let out an audible gasp, and they all rushed over. “He was bitten,” said Flynn, eyes filled with worry. “Not sure what type it was. Fuck, I know nothing about snakes. Hey!” he said, slapping Sanders on the cheek gently. “Stay with us buddy!” Sanders’ head was lulling back and forth, and his eyelids were droopy.
“Flynn,” he croaked out, giving a cough. “It’s up to you. Keep the kid alive; we need to win this case.” His body suddenly convulsed, and he let out a gasp of air, body slumping and eyes rolling back into his head.
“Sanders, SANDERS!” Flynn roared, shaking his partner. But the man was gone.
Lassiter and Flynn bowed their heads at the same time, while Juliet pressed her eyes into Gus’s shoulder, who patted her on the back gently. Shawn bit his lip, staring down at the man who had died trying to defend him, who was dead because of him. A cold, icy feeling made its way into his chest, and he reached out, shutting Sanders’ eyelids with the tips of his fingers so he wouldn’t have to look into the whites.
They didn’t have time to reflect for long, however, as there was still commotion below. Flynn stood and walked over to the cockpit door, opening it and stepping inside. He was gone for a few minutes, and emerged with a grim look on his face.
“Okay,” he said, moving over to the staircase. “The older pilot is dead; the other one said that he went down into the control area to fix a problem and one of the snakes got him. I told the guy what’s going on, and he said that it’s quicker to keep going towards LA than to turn around.
“The surviving passengers started blocking off the way into coach with luggage,” he continued, “to keep as many snakes away as possible. I’m going to ask two people to go downstairs with me and help everyone out. And you’re excluded, Shawn,” he said, cutting off the man as he opened his mouth. “Somebody is going to stay up here to watch him.”
“I’ll do that!” Gus yelped, grabbing Shawn by the arm and pulling him over to a seat. “Sorry, but there’s no WAY I’m going down there with snakes. I’d rather deal with fire-breathing dragons than snakes.”
“Now look!” Shawn said, pulling away from Gus. “I am tired of being treated like a goddamn invalid! I want to help these people somehow! They’re in trouble because of me!” he shouted, glaring at the group. “This wouldn’t have happened if I wasn’t on the plane; Eddie Kim must’ve found out I’d be here somehow.” He thought back to the flight desk attendant, mentally berating himself for not saying something.
“Mr. Spencer, if you die, then Eddie wins,” Flynn said, folding his arms and shaking his head. “All our efforts will have been for nothing. Do you want the sacrifices of the people who have already died to be wasted?”
Shawn gripped clumps of his hair in frustration, grounding out a growl before sighing in defeat. “Fine,” he said, going over to his seat and flopping into it. “I’ll just sit on my ass and do nothing.”
“That’s the most comforting thing I’ve heard all day,” Lassiter mumbled, and Shawn shot him a nasty glare.
“Come on then,” Flynn said, glancing at Lassiter and Juliet. “Let’s go.” The three of them headed down the stairs, disappearing below.
Gus sat down next to Shawn, who was kicking at the wooden banister around the hole of the staircase angrily. “Shawn, you know he’s right. You’re helping them more by staying up here.”
Shawn shrugged, trying to act like he didn’t care. “What do I give a damn, Gussy? It’s only their blood on my hands, no biggie.” Gus winced, but didn’t say anything else.
A few minutes went by, and Shawn began to grow antsy. He finally stood, causing Gus to jump up next to him. “Calm down, Gus,” Shawn said, giving him a small smile of reassurance. “I’m just gonna peek down and see what’s going on.”
He moved over to the railing and peered down, looking into a mass of people below. They were convulsing in a group, talking rapidly to one another, and Shawn winced to see various people with obvious snake bites. There were a lot fewer people that he could see than had actually been in coach, and Shawn had a sinking feeling that the rest were all on the other side of the luggage barrier, victims of the snakes.
“What the hell would make snakes do something like that, Gus?” Shawn asked quietly. Gus moved to his side, staring down with him.
“I’m guessing sprayed pheromones,” Gus replied. “They make snakes aggressive and more likely to attack. I have no idea how they got pheromones in here though; there would have to be a mass concentration somewhere to affect all the snakes, and it would have to be spread out all over the plane to get them this aggressive. What could possibly-”
His eyes suddenly widened, and Shawn turned to see him glancing down at the leis around Shawn’s neck. Suddenly, Shawn realized what he was thinking, and grasped the leis with a yelp, pulling them off and throwing them to the side. “I will never accept random flower necklaces ever, ever again,” Shawn gasped, shuddering.
He looked back down and spotted Tiffany in the crowd. She seemed to sense him looking at her, as she looked up and gave him a smile and a wave. ‘Are you okay?’ he mouthed to her, and she gave him a thumbs-up sign.
Suddenly, the screaming started again, and Shawn saw the crowd moving away from the coach entrance, Tiffany being pushed out of sight. “The barrier isn’t working!” someone shouted over the noise, and in an instant, people were scrambling up the steps of the spiral staircase, trying to reach safety. Shawn used the distraction of people crowding up around him to escape Gus’s watch and lunge for the staircase.
He made it to the landing and pushed into the crowd, heading down the steps as people went up. Jostled along, he prayed that the banister would hold, and finally made it to the bottom, trying to spot his friends. Flynn was nowhere to be seen, but he saw Juliet being practically dragged up the stairs by the force of the panicked crowd.
Suddenly, he heard a scream, and turned to see the girl with the dog pointing up to one of the long, fluorescent lights. Something huge was slithering through it, and Shawn saw the glass starting to crack. There was a shatter, and a giant, blue anaconda crashed to the floor. A second later, the wooden banister of the staircase had collapsed from the weight of all the people leaning against it, and Shawn looked on in horror as people fell from its heights, some being impaled on the fragments of the banister.
The anaconda was slithering towards them, eyes trained on the crowd, and Shawn spotted Tiffany slouched on the carpet, next to the girl with the dog and the angry British man. They were the three closest to the anaconda, and Shawn lunged forward, grabbing Tiffany by the arms and hauling her back as the British guy grabbed the other girl’s dog and flung it at the snake for a distraction.
The girl screamed at him, beating him with her bag. “Better the dog than us!” he shouted back as she was pulled away by the rapper, who had appeared suddenly behind them. Shawn pushed Tiffany towards the staircase, and then spotted the anaconda slithering up behind the British guy. Before he could call out, the snake had the man wrapped in its body, and he was lost.
Shawn watched in horror as the snake began to swallow the man whole, after having suffocated him by squeezing him. Shawn’s mind was swirling at the carnage, hearing the cries and screams of people dying from their wounds and being attacked by the snakes. He stepped backwards, crying out as he tripped over a piece of wood and fell to the floor, banging his head hard against the lowest step of the staircase.
He sat up, rubbing the back of his skull, and then gasped when he saw three snakes heading towards him, fangs dripping with venom. He tried to move back, but was still woozy, and they were getting closer…
Strong, warm arms grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him up the steps, yanking him temporarily out of harm’s way. Shawn turned his head, letting out a little surprised gasp as he saw Lassiter staring down at him, eyes more relieved than angry. “Damn it, Spencer,” he said, dragging Shawn the rest of the way up. “Why don’t you ever listen?”
“Y’wouldn’t want that,” Shawn said with a smile, still woozy from bumping his head. “It’s one of the many reasons why y’love me.”
Lassiter said nothing, but there was a darker tinge to his cheeks, and he gripped Shawn more tightly.
X-posted to shawn_lassiter psych_slash and psychfiction
Chapter: 5/7
Author: nighthawkms (beta'd by candyflossrain and saavira
Genre: Action, Adventure, Crossover, Humor, Romance
Warnings: Slash, obscenity, slight crackiness
Pairing:(s) Shawn/Lassiter, hints of Gus/Juliet
Summary: After finding out that Juliet and Lassiter are taking a trip to Hawaii for a "seminar," Shawn and Gus decide to follow them, believing that the seminar is just a cover for something much more interesting. But after their plan goes awry, Shawn becomes a reluctant witness to the murder of a prosecutor. He, Gus, Lassiter, and Juliet take a flight home, but their ride is not what they expected. Now, they must work together to survive, and a few of them will reveal more than they thought they ever would in the process.
Disclaimer: Psych is the property of the USA network. I don't own it, I'm just playing in the 'verse!
Notes: Okay self, repeat after me. I will post chapters faster. I WILL post chapters faster.
Teehee :D Hope you all enjoy, sorry for taking a while for this next one.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Shawn thought he was hallucinating for a moment, until screams shot out of coach. In an instant, Flynn was beside him, pushing him back up the stairs as the snakes began causing chaos. Shawn saw snakes latching onto people’s body parts, twisting around limbs and sinking their fangs in, before his view was obscured by being forced up the steps. He felt hands wrapping around his arms the next moment, and found Agent Sanders on one side of him, and Lassiter on the other, hauling him up to the landing.
“What the hell is going on down there?” Gus asked as he and Juliet joined the group. That’s when a cobra decided to slither into view, hissing at Flynn as he backed up a step slightly. Gus let out a high pitched scream and bounded backwards, jumping up to stand atop his own seat cushion. “WHY IS THERE A FUCKING SNAKE ON THIS FUCKING PLANE?”
“It’s not just one!” Shawn shouted at him, wrenching Sander’s and Lassiter’s arms off of him. “There are hundreds!”
For the second time in the past two days, Gus’s eyes slid back into his head, and he fainted.
Shawn had no time to help Gus, because a thought suddenly popped into his head. “Tiffany and all those people are down there; they’ll get killed!” He made a move towards the staircase, but Flynn moved up to block him just as Lassiter grabbed his arm again.
“Damn it, Spencer, you are not going to go down there and get yourself killed!” Lassiter yelled in Shawn’s ear, causing him to wince.
“I’m not going to just let innocent people die while I sit up here and do nothing!” Shawn shouted back at him, trying to find a way past Flynn.
“Mr. Spencer!” Shawn looked up into Flynn’s face. “What was the first thing I told you when you met me?”
“What?”
“Come on, you know this.”
Shawn sighed, knowing what Flynn was getting at. “Do what I say and you’ll live,” he shot back, glaring. “But-“
“I meant it, Mr. Spencer,” Flynn said. “Detective Lassiter is right. Sit down and let us handle this.” He nodded to Sanders, and they both drew tazers out of their pockets before heading down the stairs.
Shawn tried to get out of Lassiter’s grip, but the man held tight. “Do you mind if I go and help my unconscious friend?” Shawn hissed back at him, motioning to Gus, whom Juliet was currently trying to wake up with gentle slaps to the face.
Lassiter nodded, then swung them both around and let go, standing in front of the stairway to block it. Shawn shot him a glare before going over to Gus.
The man was slowly waking up, and opened his eyes to see Juliet and Shawn leaning over him. “Welcome to hell, Gus. I am the devil,” Shawn said, mood having amazingly done a three-sixty back to cheerful. “This is my mistress, Madame Juliet.”
Juliet punched Shawn playfully in the arm, and Gus gave a groan. “What happened?” he muttered, rubbing his head. Suddenly, his eyes bulged. “Snakes, something about snakes!”
“Woah, woah, woah,” Shawn said, placing a hand against Gus’s chest to keep him lying down. “You’re going to have to stay with us, buddy. Yes, there are snakes, but they can’t get to us. We’re upstairs; they’re downstairs. We’re fine.” Gus nodded slowly, and Shawn removed his hand, allowing the man to sit up.
A shout came from below. “Lassiter, give me a hand here!” Flynn’s voice echoed up into the room. Lassiter gave the group of three a quick glance before heading down the stairs. A few moments later, he was back up, helping Flynn carry an injured Sanders up to the landing.
Juliet let out an audible gasp, and they all rushed over. “He was bitten,” said Flynn, eyes filled with worry. “Not sure what type it was. Fuck, I know nothing about snakes. Hey!” he said, slapping Sanders on the cheek gently. “Stay with us buddy!” Sanders’ head was lulling back and forth, and his eyelids were droopy.
“Flynn,” he croaked out, giving a cough. “It’s up to you. Keep the kid alive; we need to win this case.” His body suddenly convulsed, and he let out a gasp of air, body slumping and eyes rolling back into his head.
“Sanders, SANDERS!” Flynn roared, shaking his partner. But the man was gone.
Lassiter and Flynn bowed their heads at the same time, while Juliet pressed her eyes into Gus’s shoulder, who patted her on the back gently. Shawn bit his lip, staring down at the man who had died trying to defend him, who was dead because of him. A cold, icy feeling made its way into his chest, and he reached out, shutting Sanders’ eyelids with the tips of his fingers so he wouldn’t have to look into the whites.
They didn’t have time to reflect for long, however, as there was still commotion below. Flynn stood and walked over to the cockpit door, opening it and stepping inside. He was gone for a few minutes, and emerged with a grim look on his face.
“Okay,” he said, moving over to the staircase. “The older pilot is dead; the other one said that he went down into the control area to fix a problem and one of the snakes got him. I told the guy what’s going on, and he said that it’s quicker to keep going towards LA than to turn around.
“The surviving passengers started blocking off the way into coach with luggage,” he continued, “to keep as many snakes away as possible. I’m going to ask two people to go downstairs with me and help everyone out. And you’re excluded, Shawn,” he said, cutting off the man as he opened his mouth. “Somebody is going to stay up here to watch him.”
“I’ll do that!” Gus yelped, grabbing Shawn by the arm and pulling him over to a seat. “Sorry, but there’s no WAY I’m going down there with snakes. I’d rather deal with fire-breathing dragons than snakes.”
“Now look!” Shawn said, pulling away from Gus. “I am tired of being treated like a goddamn invalid! I want to help these people somehow! They’re in trouble because of me!” he shouted, glaring at the group. “This wouldn’t have happened if I wasn’t on the plane; Eddie Kim must’ve found out I’d be here somehow.” He thought back to the flight desk attendant, mentally berating himself for not saying something.
“Mr. Spencer, if you die, then Eddie wins,” Flynn said, folding his arms and shaking his head. “All our efforts will have been for nothing. Do you want the sacrifices of the people who have already died to be wasted?”
Shawn gripped clumps of his hair in frustration, grounding out a growl before sighing in defeat. “Fine,” he said, going over to his seat and flopping into it. “I’ll just sit on my ass and do nothing.”
“That’s the most comforting thing I’ve heard all day,” Lassiter mumbled, and Shawn shot him a nasty glare.
“Come on then,” Flynn said, glancing at Lassiter and Juliet. “Let’s go.” The three of them headed down the stairs, disappearing below.
Gus sat down next to Shawn, who was kicking at the wooden banister around the hole of the staircase angrily. “Shawn, you know he’s right. You’re helping them more by staying up here.”
Shawn shrugged, trying to act like he didn’t care. “What do I give a damn, Gussy? It’s only their blood on my hands, no biggie.” Gus winced, but didn’t say anything else.
A few minutes went by, and Shawn began to grow antsy. He finally stood, causing Gus to jump up next to him. “Calm down, Gus,” Shawn said, giving him a small smile of reassurance. “I’m just gonna peek down and see what’s going on.”
He moved over to the railing and peered down, looking into a mass of people below. They were convulsing in a group, talking rapidly to one another, and Shawn winced to see various people with obvious snake bites. There were a lot fewer people that he could see than had actually been in coach, and Shawn had a sinking feeling that the rest were all on the other side of the luggage barrier, victims of the snakes.
“What the hell would make snakes do something like that, Gus?” Shawn asked quietly. Gus moved to his side, staring down with him.
“I’m guessing sprayed pheromones,” Gus replied. “They make snakes aggressive and more likely to attack. I have no idea how they got pheromones in here though; there would have to be a mass concentration somewhere to affect all the snakes, and it would have to be spread out all over the plane to get them this aggressive. What could possibly-”
His eyes suddenly widened, and Shawn turned to see him glancing down at the leis around Shawn’s neck. Suddenly, Shawn realized what he was thinking, and grasped the leis with a yelp, pulling them off and throwing them to the side. “I will never accept random flower necklaces ever, ever again,” Shawn gasped, shuddering.
He looked back down and spotted Tiffany in the crowd. She seemed to sense him looking at her, as she looked up and gave him a smile and a wave. ‘Are you okay?’ he mouthed to her, and she gave him a thumbs-up sign.
Suddenly, the screaming started again, and Shawn saw the crowd moving away from the coach entrance, Tiffany being pushed out of sight. “The barrier isn’t working!” someone shouted over the noise, and in an instant, people were scrambling up the steps of the spiral staircase, trying to reach safety. Shawn used the distraction of people crowding up around him to escape Gus’s watch and lunge for the staircase.
He made it to the landing and pushed into the crowd, heading down the steps as people went up. Jostled along, he prayed that the banister would hold, and finally made it to the bottom, trying to spot his friends. Flynn was nowhere to be seen, but he saw Juliet being practically dragged up the stairs by the force of the panicked crowd.
Suddenly, he heard a scream, and turned to see the girl with the dog pointing up to one of the long, fluorescent lights. Something huge was slithering through it, and Shawn saw the glass starting to crack. There was a shatter, and a giant, blue anaconda crashed to the floor. A second later, the wooden banister of the staircase had collapsed from the weight of all the people leaning against it, and Shawn looked on in horror as people fell from its heights, some being impaled on the fragments of the banister.
The anaconda was slithering towards them, eyes trained on the crowd, and Shawn spotted Tiffany slouched on the carpet, next to the girl with the dog and the angry British man. They were the three closest to the anaconda, and Shawn lunged forward, grabbing Tiffany by the arms and hauling her back as the British guy grabbed the other girl’s dog and flung it at the snake for a distraction.
The girl screamed at him, beating him with her bag. “Better the dog than us!” he shouted back as she was pulled away by the rapper, who had appeared suddenly behind them. Shawn pushed Tiffany towards the staircase, and then spotted the anaconda slithering up behind the British guy. Before he could call out, the snake had the man wrapped in its body, and he was lost.
Shawn watched in horror as the snake began to swallow the man whole, after having suffocated him by squeezing him. Shawn’s mind was swirling at the carnage, hearing the cries and screams of people dying from their wounds and being attacked by the snakes. He stepped backwards, crying out as he tripped over a piece of wood and fell to the floor, banging his head hard against the lowest step of the staircase.
He sat up, rubbing the back of his skull, and then gasped when he saw three snakes heading towards him, fangs dripping with venom. He tried to move back, but was still woozy, and they were getting closer…
Strong, warm arms grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him up the steps, yanking him temporarily out of harm’s way. Shawn turned his head, letting out a little surprised gasp as he saw Lassiter staring down at him, eyes more relieved than angry. “Damn it, Spencer,” he said, dragging Shawn the rest of the way up. “Why don’t you ever listen?”
“Y’wouldn’t want that,” Shawn said with a smile, still woozy from bumping his head. “It’s one of the many reasons why y’love me.”
Lassiter said nothing, but there was a darker tinge to his cheeks, and he gripped Shawn more tightly.
X-posted to shawn_lassiter psych_slash and psychfiction