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michalsI was debating whether I wanted to post these now or wait until January ended, but I figure I might as well. The first (that I'm posting) of my January mission to write more fic: ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
entwashian's Shawn/Lassiter fic!
Title: No idea (I am soo very bad with titles, tell me if you guys can think of something better)
Fandom: Psych
Pairing: Shawn/Lassiter (implied)
Rating: PG at most
Disclaimer: Don't own.
Spoilers: Impossible
Summary: Shawn and Lassiter have a run in with a Voodoo priestess...
The prompt was this picture:
Which, to me, screamed body!swapping fic and my mind went straight to voodoo. I do really like how it turned out, even if it is really short. Sorry, I hope I was clear that I'm not good with long fics but it is kind of begging for a much longer story. Some day, maybe...It's also somewhat Shawn/Lassiter-y, at the end. It's more implied. Sorry, entwashian, if you were expecting smut, haha. I'll write you something else if you were ;P
ANYWAY:
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"O'Hara!"
The cry comes from across the station, and Juliet's so well trained to jump up and hop to whenever she hears it she doesn't even think twice about the fact that the voice is all wrong.
"Yes, Lassiter what can I do-" she starts, like she always does, a little put off by Lassiter's insistent need to bark everything at her despite their 4 years of partnership but unwilling to argue with him constantly, but before she can finish she realizes Lassiter's nowhere in sight.
There is, however, a very uncharacteristically annoyed looking Shawn Spencer, stalking over to their desks with this eyebrows furrowed and his lips tight.
"O'Hara, I want you look up every psychic, every voodoo priest, every teenage girl with black nail polish who calls herself a witch in the tricounty area. And then I want to look outside of the tricounty area and then to the whole damn state. I want a list in an hour. Less than an hour actually. In five minutes preferably." Shawn spits out as he starts looking through Lassiter's desk drawers at an almost frantic pace, pulling out records and errant phone books.
Juliet just stands, feeling a little dumbstruck and confused. Shawn's never spoken to her like that. Shawn would flirt with her and coerce her to get the names, not rattle it off like...like...
"Hey Lassie wait up! I'm not used to being this gangly. I feel like a scarecrow." comes a voice through the precinct and when Juliet turns she comes face to face with a very un-Lassiter looking Lassiter. He trots up to her with a very harassed looking Guster on his heels.
"Guys, what's going on?" Juliet asks, looking back and forth between Shawn at Lassiter's desk, and Lassiter, who seems to be blowing a bubble with bubblegum.
"Want some? It's pineapple flavored." Lassiter asks her, and she thinks she figures it out a second before Shawn - or the one that looks like Shawn - sighs mightily and spins in the desk chair to face her. The look he gives her is one of Lassiter's textbook exasperated faces.
"You know that perp I went to check out this morning? Mama Juju? Well, Mr. Psychic here decided that was right up his alley and figured he'd tag along." He glares at the Lassiter-look-alike who's grinning in a very Shawn-like way. "He pissed her off and she muttered some hocus pocus and now I'm stuck in his body, and he's getting sticky fingers all over mine."
"Hey now Lass, I wasn't the one who pulled the gun on her." Shawn-in-Lassiter's-body says gesturing in a way that Juliet's mind really can't associate with Lassiter even if it is happening right in front of her face.
"I didn't pull it on her, I pulled it on you!" Lassiter snaps from the desk chair and jumps up so that Juliet has to dart in front of him with an arm stretched across his chest, which is actually to height and not somewhere in the clouds like it should be.
"Okay okay, what did she say about changing you back?" She asks.
Lassiter won't answer, just seethes in Shawn's direction, who's currently blowing a very large yellow bubble and playing with Lassiter's big ears. She looks to Gus who echoes a giant sigh and says, "Before she disappeared in a cloud of smoke-"
"Oh come on, there was clearly a trap door-" Shawn says around the popped bubblegum on his face which makes Lassiter twitch underneath her arm.
"Shut up Shawn, you got yourself into this. If she could switch your bodies why wouldn't she be able to disappear?" Gus says with a glare. Shawn rolls his eyes but says nothing.
"She said," Gus continues, "they won't be turned back until they," and for this he adopts a goofy, though very accurate sounding Jamaican accent, "'fess up to all their twisted tangled feelings for one 'nother. Then their bodies will be as untangled as they minds."
Juliet looks then to Lassiter, whose gone red - something she's never seen on Shawn before - and then to Shawn, who's desperately trying to look nonchalant as he stares at his feet.
And then Juliet laughs, long and hard.
entwashian's Shawn/Lassiter fic! Title: No idea (I am soo very bad with titles, tell me if you guys can think of something better)
Fandom: Psych
Pairing: Shawn/Lassiter (implied)
Rating: PG at most
Disclaimer: Don't own.
Spoilers: Impossible
Summary: Shawn and Lassiter have a run in with a Voodoo priestess...
The prompt was this picture:
Which, to me, screamed body!swapping fic and my mind went straight to voodoo. I do really like how it turned out, even if it is really short. Sorry, I hope I was clear that I'm not good with long fics but it is kind of begging for a much longer story. Some day, maybe...It's also somewhat Shawn/Lassiter-y, at the end. It's more implied. Sorry, entwashian, if you were expecting smut, haha. I'll write you something else if you were ;P
ANYWAY:
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"O'Hara!"
The cry comes from across the station, and Juliet's so well trained to jump up and hop to whenever she hears it she doesn't even think twice about the fact that the voice is all wrong.
"Yes, Lassiter what can I do-" she starts, like she always does, a little put off by Lassiter's insistent need to bark everything at her despite their 4 years of partnership but unwilling to argue with him constantly, but before she can finish she realizes Lassiter's nowhere in sight.
There is, however, a very uncharacteristically annoyed looking Shawn Spencer, stalking over to their desks with this eyebrows furrowed and his lips tight.
"O'Hara, I want you look up every psychic, every voodoo priest, every teenage girl with black nail polish who calls herself a witch in the tricounty area. And then I want to look outside of the tricounty area and then to the whole damn state. I want a list in an hour. Less than an hour actually. In five minutes preferably." Shawn spits out as he starts looking through Lassiter's desk drawers at an almost frantic pace, pulling out records and errant phone books.
Juliet just stands, feeling a little dumbstruck and confused. Shawn's never spoken to her like that. Shawn would flirt with her and coerce her to get the names, not rattle it off like...like...
"Hey Lassie wait up! I'm not used to being this gangly. I feel like a scarecrow." comes a voice through the precinct and when Juliet turns she comes face to face with a very un-Lassiter looking Lassiter. He trots up to her with a very harassed looking Guster on his heels.
"Guys, what's going on?" Juliet asks, looking back and forth between Shawn at Lassiter's desk, and Lassiter, who seems to be blowing a bubble with bubblegum.
"Want some? It's pineapple flavored." Lassiter asks her, and she thinks she figures it out a second before Shawn - or the one that looks like Shawn - sighs mightily and spins in the desk chair to face her. The look he gives her is one of Lassiter's textbook exasperated faces.
"You know that perp I went to check out this morning? Mama Juju? Well, Mr. Psychic here decided that was right up his alley and figured he'd tag along." He glares at the Lassiter-look-alike who's grinning in a very Shawn-like way. "He pissed her off and she muttered some hocus pocus and now I'm stuck in his body, and he's getting sticky fingers all over mine."
"Hey now Lass, I wasn't the one who pulled the gun on her." Shawn-in-Lassiter's-body says gesturing in a way that Juliet's mind really can't associate with Lassiter even if it is happening right in front of her face.
"I didn't pull it on her, I pulled it on you!" Lassiter snaps from the desk chair and jumps up so that Juliet has to dart in front of him with an arm stretched across his chest, which is actually to height and not somewhere in the clouds like it should be.
"Okay okay, what did she say about changing you back?" She asks.
Lassiter won't answer, just seethes in Shawn's direction, who's currently blowing a very large yellow bubble and playing with Lassiter's big ears. She looks to Gus who echoes a giant sigh and says, "Before she disappeared in a cloud of smoke-"
"Oh come on, there was clearly a trap door-" Shawn says around the popped bubblegum on his face which makes Lassiter twitch underneath her arm.
"Shut up Shawn, you got yourself into this. If she could switch your bodies why wouldn't she be able to disappear?" Gus says with a glare. Shawn rolls his eyes but says nothing.
"She said," Gus continues, "they won't be turned back until they," and for this he adopts a goofy, though very accurate sounding Jamaican accent, "'fess up to all their twisted tangled feelings for one 'nother. Then their bodies will be as untangled as they minds."
Juliet looks then to Lassiter, whose gone red - something she's never seen on Shawn before - and then to Shawn, who's desperately trying to look nonchalant as he stares at his feet.
And then Juliet laughs, long and hard.
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Date: 2010-01-15 12:39 am (UTC)just the two of them in a room hashing out their feelings.
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Date: 2010-01-15 12:58 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-01-15 12:42 am (UTC)and/or in longer fic form, whichever. you know. ;)
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Date: 2010-01-15 12:59 am (UTC)Who knows, I may feel the need to continue this someday, it is certainly begging for more!
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Date: 2010-01-15 04:23 am (UTC)::happy burbley giggles::
This is SO PERFECT! Thank you!!!
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Date: 2010-01-15 05:24 am (UTC)That line's just a tad out of character, but I love it too much, hee.
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