21Disclaimer: I do not own Psych, or any of the characters. The only thing I own is the plot. And even that idea I got from reading many Shawn whump stories.
A/N: I know I said I was going to post the story when I finished all chapters, but I lied. I am hitting such a huge road block; I am posting them as they come. I decided to do this after I realized I am jumping around and have more of the very last chapter then I do of the second chapter. *Hope that made sense lol*
I am going to say this, right now. I have read so many stories that plots have ran into one huge one, lol, so if I did steal an original idea from someone, please feel free to message me and let me no. I will definitely give credit to you.
I say that because I can't shake the feeling I am borrowing from someone's story, but don't know who or how. So again don't get mad just message me, please.
Enjoy the story and I will definitely try to get past this block and actually finish a story 8D
Beta: You-won't-see-an-iguana-here
Chapter 1 (revised)
From the minute Shawn woke up he knew today would suck. For one, it was five o'clock in the morning which was way too early for anybody to be getting up, and to make it worse there was no way he was falling back asleep.
Try as he might, all he could do was lie in bed staring at the ceiling. He didn't know what woke him but he couldn't shake this feeling that something bad was going to happen. Laughing at himself, he decided to fall asleep while watching TV.
Slowly opening his eyes, the faux psych glanced at his TV clock confirming his worst fear: it was still only eight in the morning. Just as his brain began to function, his phone went off and 'I Like To Move It' filled his living room and he was half tempted to throw the phone at the wall. Instead he reluctantly answered. "Yell'o"
"Shawn? Good you're up. I need you to come by and pick up your crap that you
told me you would get yesterday."
"Dad, really it is way too early for any sane person to be dealing with
this."
"No, Shawn. You are not doing this again. You told me to save these things
because you would be right over to get them, I have friends coming over and I don't need your crap taking up space."
"Fine, I'll be over later."
"Sha…"Quickly ending the call, he face planted into the couch. 'I guess that
means I should get up then'. Even with that thought, Shawn decided to not rush
anything and nearly two hours later he was off.
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"Yo, Gus, how 'bout you skip work and we head down to the station to get a case?" Shawn called Gus as soon as he arrived at Psych office to see his best friend wasn't there.
"Shawn, I told you, I can't keep skipping work. My boss is starting to get suspicious; he even wants to meet Mrs. Pickles."
"No problem, just ask Buzz to borrow Little Boy Cat."
"Shawn. One: That cat is a girl and two that's not the problem. Two: you always drag me around like I have no life , you never take what I want to do in consideration. You know what? I need a couple 'Gus' days; no Shawn allowed. Call me when you decide to grow up!" Gus' voice steadily got louder and was cut quiet by only the dial tone of the phone.
"Dude… Gus... Gus-man… okay seriously, you did not hang up on me. Fine I will just do this by myself." Shawn realized he was talking to himself, and ended the call stuffing the phone into his pocket. As if his dad had been spying on him his phone went off again. Glancing at the caller's name he was tempted to not answer.
Five minutes later, he wished he hadn't answered. His dad had skipped 'hello' and when straight to yelling. Henry was demanding where Shawn was and when he was coming to get his crap. All Shawn could do was stare at his bike and wonder if he should attempt to steal 'The Blueberry'. The call had ended when his father's friends showed up and he demanded Shawn get there now.
Deciding to just bite the bullet, he took off.
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He was greeted with his dad pointing up the stairs and a glance at the transportation. Wasting no time he had greeted his dad's friends and sprinted up to his room; that was an hour ago.
He had hoped he could stuff some things in his backpack, but soon realizing that we would need to either call Gus or ask his dad for his truck; he wasn't looking for either.
Throughout the years since meeting Gus, Shawn and Gus had gotten in plenty of fights and Shawn knew the best thing to do was give his friend space, that left his father.
He knew Henry was still entertaining his friends and that it could last awhile and there was no way in hell that he was going to risk the older men ganging up on him.
So there Shawn was lying on his old bed messing with a Furby he never knew he had had. Glancing around his room his eyes landed on his window and the infamous tree. The same tree he used to sneak out to Gus's when ever his parents would fight or after the divorce and he didn't want to be with his dad.
The little voice in his head told him no, but his legs told him hell yes. The next thing he knew he had climbed onto the tree and, being carefully not to be seen, jumped down and slinked off to his bike. He pushed his bike a few houses down before starting the engine and for the third time that day, he was off.
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The station was in disarray when Shawn arrived. Officers were running in and out of the doors and others were either on the phone or running around the station. In fact McNab was one of the few who would even acknowledge the bored young man.
Still with nothing to do, he headed over to Juliet who he had seen at her desk across the room. She had her head in her hands and Shawn could make out a case file on her desk. Lassiter was talking to her and Shawn watched as she would nod every now and then.
Shawn decided it was time to make presence known. "Hey Jules, Lassiefrass"
"What are you doing here Spencer?"
"Just stopped by to say hello"
"Spencer, just turn around and leave." With that Carlton Lasstier gave Shawn one last glare and walked off.
"Wow what's up with him." He watched as the older detective walked away, but when he glanced at Juliet he saw her watch him sadly.
"He's right, today is not the best day. Maybe you should leave."
"Jules?"
"It seems that every criminal has decided today is the day to commit some kind of crime. Everyone is busy and I don't even have time to grab lunch. I'll call you when I get home?"
After agreeing, they shared a kiss and Shawn, once again, jumped on his bike. It was still barely three o'clock when Shawn headed home. So with the roads all but empty, he got home relatively easy.
When he stepped into his apartment, he was suddenly exhausted and, quickly tossing his helmet onto the table, and went straight to his bedroom to collapse head first.