FIC: Is Anyone Missing an Arm? (Psych, Shawn Spencer, Gen, PG)
Title: Is Anyone Missing an Arm?
Author: kristories
Fandom: Psych
Character/Paring: General
Rating: PG
Warning: Character Death, Shawn logic, Angst
Summary: "I know we were kind of in a hurry here," Shawn says. "But is anyone in here missing an arm?"
"I know we were kind of in a hurry here," Shawn says. "But is anyone in here missing an arm?" he ignores the incredulous stares directed his way, even from Gus, because seriously, everyone needs to lighten up a little bit. "No?" he asks, he waves the plastic arm over his head. "No takers?" when no one answers he grins as wide as he can.
"That's cool then, I'm gonna keep it,"
"Shawn," Gus says, his voice is disapproval personified.
"Ah ah ah, Gus," Shawn waves the plastic arms finger at Gus. "No being an indian giver."
"Shawn, an indian giver is someone who gives you something and then takes it back," Gus says.
"Exactly," Shawn says and Gus stares at him and heaves an exasperated sigh.
"Whatever Shawn, you can't just go acting so, so,"
"Like me?" Shawn asks. He puts the plastic hand to his heart and mimes being shot. "I'm hurt Gus, truly, I am hurt."
"Exactly Shawn, you're...there are people who are hurt and you can't go around acting like this, it's demeaning to their suffering!" Lassiter doesn't look like he's sharing Gus' view. Jules just looks like she's going to cry.
"I don't think they find it demeaning Gus," Shawn says. He looks over at holding cell 3 where the bum off the street is staring at him with hunger in his eyes. He would be lunging at them trying to bite them with his very disease filled mouth if he wasn't tied down. "Do you, Sir, find my current attitude demeaning?" The zombie moans.
"There you have it," Shawn says. "Zombies don't think I'm making light of their suffering, can we finish this now?"
"Why can't you take this seriously?" Gus is almost shrieking and it sets off the zombies in cells 1 and 2.
"Guster," Lassiter says in a tight voice. "I think maybe you should wait outside."
"No," Gus says. "I'm staying right here."
"Come on, Gus, just do what Lassiface says. Jules?" Shawn asks. Jules bursts into fresh tears but at least when she tears out of the room she grabs Gus and drags him with her.
"I don't really want to have to do this," Lassiter says. Shawn smiles at him, bright at he can.
"Yeah, well, I didn't really want to have to cleave my dad's head open with his nine iron either, but we're all just rolling stones right now, Lassiface. We can't always get what we want."
Lassiter levels his baretta at Shawn's head. It's the first time Shawn's ever seen his hands shake and he steps up to the bars. The bite mark on his arm from his dad is festering and ugly when he wraps his hands around the bars of holding cell 4.
"I have a question though," Shawn says.
"What?" Lassiter asks.
"Why is there a plastic arm in here?" Lassiter laughs, a little hollowly.
"I have no idea." he says.
"It's going to be okay," Shawn says.
"That a prediction?" Lassiter asks.
"No, a prediction would be don't eat at the pink taco cart outside," Shawn quips. Lassiter smiles and pulls the trigger.
Author: kristories
Fandom: Psych
Character/Paring: General
Rating: PG
Warning: Character Death, Shawn logic, Angst
Summary: "I know we were kind of in a hurry here," Shawn says. "But is anyone in here missing an arm?"
"I know we were kind of in a hurry here," Shawn says. "But is anyone in here missing an arm?" he ignores the incredulous stares directed his way, even from Gus, because seriously, everyone needs to lighten up a little bit. "No?" he asks, he waves the plastic arm over his head. "No takers?" when no one answers he grins as wide as he can.
"That's cool then, I'm gonna keep it,"
"Shawn," Gus says, his voice is disapproval personified.
"Ah ah ah, Gus," Shawn waves the plastic arms finger at Gus. "No being an indian giver."
"Shawn, an indian giver is someone who gives you something and then takes it back," Gus says.
"Exactly," Shawn says and Gus stares at him and heaves an exasperated sigh.
"Whatever Shawn, you can't just go acting so, so,"
"Like me?" Shawn asks. He puts the plastic hand to his heart and mimes being shot. "I'm hurt Gus, truly, I am hurt."
"Exactly Shawn, you're...there are people who are hurt and you can't go around acting like this, it's demeaning to their suffering!" Lassiter doesn't look like he's sharing Gus' view. Jules just looks like she's going to cry.
"I don't think they find it demeaning Gus," Shawn says. He looks over at holding cell 3 where the bum off the street is staring at him with hunger in his eyes. He would be lunging at them trying to bite them with his very disease filled mouth if he wasn't tied down. "Do you, Sir, find my current attitude demeaning?" The zombie moans.
"There you have it," Shawn says. "Zombies don't think I'm making light of their suffering, can we finish this now?"
"Why can't you take this seriously?" Gus is almost shrieking and it sets off the zombies in cells 1 and 2.
"Guster," Lassiter says in a tight voice. "I think maybe you should wait outside."
"No," Gus says. "I'm staying right here."
"Come on, Gus, just do what Lassiface says. Jules?" Shawn asks. Jules bursts into fresh tears but at least when she tears out of the room she grabs Gus and drags him with her.
"I don't really want to have to do this," Lassiter says. Shawn smiles at him, bright at he can.
"Yeah, well, I didn't really want to have to cleave my dad's head open with his nine iron either, but we're all just rolling stones right now, Lassiface. We can't always get what we want."
Lassiter levels his baretta at Shawn's head. It's the first time Shawn's ever seen his hands shake and he steps up to the bars. The bite mark on his arm from his dad is festering and ugly when he wraps his hands around the bars of holding cell 4.
"I have a question though," Shawn says.
"What?" Lassiter asks.
"Why is there a plastic arm in here?" Lassiter laughs, a little hollowly.
"I have no idea." he says.
"It's going to be okay," Shawn says.
"That a prediction?" Lassiter asks.
"No, a prediction would be don't eat at the pink taco cart outside," Shawn quips. Lassiter smiles and pulls the trigger.