Hey all! I'm so excited for this story! It's such a weird story and I'm surprised that no one has come up with something like this before, at least for Psych. Well, there are similar stories, but not the main concept which I want to tell but it will ruin the suspense! Like it says in the summary, there are fairytale and (I guess) supernatural elements and Shassie. So if you don't like any of that, don't read.

I figured that most people have seen my disclaimers, if not you can check my profile. I'm not associated with Psych in any way and am not an expert in anything; I just have a weird imagination and like to google things.

This is a T rating because me no likey writing sex scenes. Sorry.

I don't have a lot of time to work on my stories but I will try! Especially if I know that people are waiting on updates!

Enjoy!


CHAPTER 1

*New Years Eve, 2009*

New Years Eve parties were some of the most useless events that Carlton had ever been forced to attend. People staying up past midnight, drinking the night away, kissing strangers, and not caring if they must work the next day. Carlton would have left hours ago, or not even come at all, if Juliet had not been pestering him. Juliet made him show up right after they got off work, even went with him to his house so he could not bail. It was a joint party between the police and fire departments; scheduled so people could come either before or after their shift. Once Gus showed up and asked Juliet to dance, Carlton quickly slipped away to the bar and got himself a drink. It was a bit early to start drinking, but he wanted just enough alcohol to take the edge off. There was still the possibility of being called to a scene; although knowing the Chief, he would not be called. Carlton tried to slip out several times, but Juliet managed to stop him every single time.

So here he still was, about a half hour until midnight, working on his fifth beer. He had not seen Juliet in awhile, so he assumed that now would be his chance to leave. He drained the last of his beer and was about to pull out his phone to call a cab when he noticed a commotion near the door. Keeping a hand near his gun, just in case, Carlton tried to get a good look at what was happening. Suddenly, a stunning beauty broke through the crowd. She had a lovely full-length gown, her brunette hair in tight curls across her shoulders, and an interesting mix of makeup that both highlighted and hid her features. She looked vaguely familiar, but Carlton could not place her.

She flirted around the dance floor for about 15 minutes before coming over to Carlton. He tried to make it seem like he had not watching her, but by her smile, he could tell that she knew.

"Hey there handsome," She said softly, "Care to buy a girl a drink?"

Finding his mouth suddenly dry, Carlton just nodded as he waved at the bartender.

"What would you like, miss?" The bartender asked politely, looking equally as entranced by her, but she only had eyes for Carlton.

"Something tall and pale but tough." She said softly.

"Ex-excuse me?" Carlton stuttered, glad that the glass near his hand was empty when he knocked it over.

She grinned and turned to the bartender, who was looking a bit embarrassed. "I'll take a Piña Colada and get my friend here another beer."

As the bartender went off to make her drink, she slid in closer to Carlton so that they were almost chest-to-chest and she stood between his legs. With their noses inches from each other, she breathed, "So, what's your name?"

"C-carlton. Ahem. Carlton Lassiter."

She hummed, bringing her lips close to his. "Good name. I'm Sharon."

"Do you, um, ha-have a last name?"

"Yes, but you don't need to know it right now."

Carlton frowned, "Why not?"

She smirked, "Why don't we get out of here?"

Carlton nervously swallowed, "What, um what about our drinks?" he asked as he saw the bartender coming back.

Sharon leaned back and pulled a 20 out of the bust of her dress. Placing the bill on the counter, she took the drink and chugged it back. "Let's go," She said as she gently pulled him out of his seat. He barely thought to grab his jacket as he was led through the crowd that was starting to count down the seconds until midnight.

As they heard people all over the city shouting and making noise, Sharon pushed him against the wall and whispered, "Happy New Year, Carlton." She gave him a very deep and passionate kiss that he was only too willing to return. The kiss seemed to go on for hours until she finally pulled back so they could get some much needed air. Panting heavily, she asked, "Where's your car?"

Barely thinking, he led them to his car that was parked a block away. She kept kissing him on the neck and cheek, causing Carlton to almost walk into a tree every now and then. He was about to get in the driver's side when she stopped him. "Oh no, you've had too much to drink, I'm driving."

Thinking that letting a stranger drive was dangerous, but driving drunk was even worse, he handed over his keys and growled, "Be careful."

"Of course, darling," she purred.


*New Years Day*

Carlton groaned as his alarm went off. His head was killing him, and he just wanted to go back to the dream he was having. He hit the snooze button and rolled over onto his back when his arm hit something, or should he say someone. Squinting, Carlton turned his head to look at the naked brunette sleeping next to him. She mumbled something and turned her head towards him.

Sharon opened her eyes and whispered, "Hey."

"Hey." Carlton frowned.

"Do you remember last night?" She blushed.

"A bit. Did we…?"

She shook her head, "No, you fell asleep almost as soon as you hit the bed."

Carlton blushed, "Crap! I usually don't drink that much. Or bring people home."

"It's fine. Besides, it's not consensual if one of us is drunk."

"Then why did you stay?"

"I wanted to make sure that you were okay." Sharon bit her lip nervously, "Is it okay that I'm here?"

"Yeah."

"Good." She smiled, and Carlton could not help his own smile.

"I, um, I have to get ready for work soon." Carlton said awkwardly as his alarm went off again.

"Okay, should I go?"

"Yeah, I mean no. We can get breakfast and then I can drop you off somewhere."

"Okay. Can I borrow some clothes? I don't think I should go out in my dress."

"My sister might have left some clothes from Christmas in the guest room."

"Perfect." Sharon smiled as she got up and made for the door, unashamed of being only clad in undergarments. Carlton tried not to look but could not help it when she turned around and said, "By the way, my name is Sharon. In case you forgot." She winked at him as she closed the door.

Carlton groaned and covered his face. "What the hell did I get myself into?"

Carlton had just collapsed on his couch after a long shift when someone knocked on the door. He groaned as he opened the door, "This better be important or someone is going to get shot!" He frowned when he saw who was outside.

"Hmm, I think after last night, you don't need any more shots; although I did bring some beer." Sharon smirked as she held up a six-pack.

"That's not beer." Carlton stated as he leaned in the doorway.

"Of course it is! It says 5% ABV."

"That's apple ale, a wimp's alcohol."

"Fruity alcohol. I figured that it's a good compromise. May I come in?"

"Fine. But I'm not drinking any of that crap."

"More for me then." Sharon shrugged as she stepped past him. "Have you eaten yet?"

Carlton nodded as he closed the door and followed her. "Yeah, as soon as I got off work."

Sharon tilted her head slightly as she looked back at him. "So close to the perfect sentence."

"Excuse me?"

"Drink?" She smiled innocently as she held a bottle out towards him.

"I told you that I don't want any."

"How about some of me?"

"What?!" Carlton frowned as Sharon stepped closer and kissed him hard. Lost in the sensations, it took Carlton a minute to realize what was happening and attempted to separate them.

"No, no thinking." Sharon said as she went in for another kiss.

Carlton placed his hands on her shoulders and gently pushed her away. "Wait."

Sharon groaned as she took a step back. "I don't want to think, just react."

"We need to talk."

"We can talk later." She grabbed his tie gently and asked, "Are you sober?"

"As a monk."

She giggled. "So am I. Do you want to ….do the horizontal tango with me?"

"Yeah," He breathed as she pulled him closer.

"Then let's go!" Sharon mumbled as she went in for another kiss and they slowly made their way to the bedroom.


*January 2*

The next morning, Carlton turned off his alarm and was halfway to the bathroom when he realized how quiet it was. Looking back at the bed, he found it empty. After checking the whole house, Carlton sighed, "Figures that I finally meet the perfect woman and she slips away without telling me her last name or phone number."

Carlton spent the whole day with his mind half-on Sharon and half-on his work. He wondered if Sharon would show up again tonight or if last night was just to get what she had not gotten the night before. With a sigh, Carlton turned back to his work, grateful that he would have the next two days off.


*January 3*

Carlton tried not to let the depressing thoughts of being used filter through his mind after being disappointed the night before. Carlton had stayed up until midnight, yet Sharon had not shown up. Pulling himself out of bed before noon was harder than he thought it would be, especially since he was usually up before dawn. He had things to do today and tried to push Sharon out of his thoughts.

Carlton was about to head to the store when he realized that Sharon had left her apple ale on the counter (he refused to call it alcohol). Putting on gloves, Carlton carefully wrapped the six-pack up. "Good thing the forensic guy owes me a favor."

A couple hours later, Carlton growled as his computer showed him a negative match for the fingerprints. "You gotta be kidding me!"

"Lassiter? What are you doing here?" Chief Vick asked as she came over to his desk.

"Just, um, running some fingerprints through the database, chief."

"Is it for a current case?"

"No, ma'am."

"Are they suspected of a crime?" Chief Vick asked as she crossed her arms.

"Not really."

"Then I suggest that you shut down the computer and leave in the next five minutes before I have you charged with improper use of police resources."

"Yes chief." Carlton sighed as he turned off his computer.


Carlton decided that his next bet was to visit the fire station to see if she worked there. He spotted his old pal John checking a fire trunk. "Hey John!"

"Hey Carlton!" John replied happily. "What's up man?! Dude, I saw you leave the New Year's party with that brunette beauty! Lucky dog, you! *sigh* How I envy you single guys."

"You better not let your wife hear that."

John laughed, "Oh, I would never cheat on Hannah; she would kill me and not leave any evidence."

"So if you ever turn up dead or missing, I know who my prime suspect will be."

John laughed again, "Oh, don't tell Hannah! So, what cha doing over here?"

"It's about that brunette, Sharon. Does she work here?"

"Naw, man. We don't have anyone by that name or as hot as her. I thought she must have been a new hire at the PD."

"No, I already checked personnel and we don't have anyone even close to matching her description."

"You didn't get a last name or a number?"

"Do you think that I would be here if she did?"

"Aw, man! I'm sorry. Maybe you scared her off?"

"I don't think so." Carlton sighed as he checked his phone. "Thanks. Have a good day."


Once he was in his car, Carlton took a deep breath before he dialed Juliet's number.

"Hey Carlton! How are you?"

"I'm fine. Listen, O'Hara. I have a strange request."

"Don't tell me that you have more paperwork for me to do! I only agreed to do two weeks worth in order for you to come to the party."

"No, but if you can help me out, I can cut that time in half."

"I'm listening."

"Do you know anyone by the name of Sharon?"

"Umm, no. I don't think so. Why? Who is she?"

"I met her at the party but I didn't get her number or last name."

"I'm guessing that you already checked personnel?"

"Yes. I also asked someone at the fire station and ran her fingerprints…."

"Carlton!"

"But nothing! It's like she doesn't exist!"

"I'm sure that she'll show up again."

"Or I was just a two-night stand."

"Two nights?! And she didn't leave her number?! Wow, that's cruel."

Carlton groaned. "O'Hara, that's not helping."

"I'm sorry. So, am I off the hook for less paperwork?"

"Fine, but only one week."

"Thanks!"

Carlton ended the call and stared at the road. "I guess this is the end of that."