head_psychic: (huh...)
"Sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast."
Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland


"Dad, if they built windows upside down, do you think people would grow taller?"


... )

Muse: Shawn Spencer
Fandom: Psych
Words: 614
head_psychic: (hmm...)
"Do you know who I was? Nobody. Except on the day after, I was still alive. This nobody had a chance to be somebody."
Aunty Entity (Tina Turner), Mad Max: Beyond Thunderdome


Spoilers for 2x15 – Black and Tan )

Muse: Shawn Spencer
Fandom: Psych
Words: 582 (without episode quotes)
head_psychic: (pout)
"When a friend is in trouble, don't annoy him by asking if there is any thing you can do. Think up something appropriate and do it."
- Edgar Watson Howe

(ooc: Donated to [livejournal.com profile] hitchhiker_girl as a Christmas prompt.)
---


It wasn't a big secret that he liked Amanda. Amanda wasn't only pretty, she was also smart. She was the total winner. And Amanda had asked him. Had walked over to him in front of all the others. Smiling. Wanting to drink a coffee with him. Wanting to hear about his prior spelling bee experiences. And all the guys staring at him, jealous, envious, irritated.

It had been heaven.

And then the devil himself, in form of Shawn Spencer, disguised as something that was supposed to be his best friend had popped up and refused to be banished back into the flames of... something very hot and punishable. Because he was being a total jerk.

... )


Muse: Shawn Spencer
Fandom: Psych
Words: 429
head_psychic: (dad)
Fish are not the best authority on water.
-Jane Yolen, "The White Babe" (1987)


There were many things fifteen year old Shawn Spencer was interested in. His testosterone had just started to tell him that girls smelled really good and could give you this weird, fuzzy feeling when they smiled at you and then put their heads together to giggle with their friends. Oh yeah, his world had expanded enormously and there were a lot of highly important puberty things going on.

Fishing wasn't one of them.

... )


Muse: Shawn Spencer
Fandom: Psych
Words: 1,077
head_psychic: (shawn child)
1989


"You think you can throw stones at me, Spencer?"

Shawn didn't really have the chance to reply because he wasn't too keen on getting toilet water into his mouth. Besides, the sound of the flushing blocked out everything else. He was pulled up again, roughly, confronted with a very angry Jimmy Nickles whose ugly face was way too close for Shawn's liking. "See what happens when you throw stones at me?"

"Lemme go!" He was scared. And angry. And worst of all, alone.

... )


Muse: Shawn Spencer
Fandom: Psych
Words: 421
head_psychic: (girly scream)
"That's it, I'm out of here, Shawn."

"But we still have to figure out what's going on!"

"No, we don’t! Because I don't care! At all!"

"Gus, of course you care! Something's been killed recently. You can feel it inside..."

... )


Muse: Shawn Spencer
Fandom: Psych
Words: 1,008
head_psychic: (serious)
The clock is laughing in my face
-Brain Stew, Greenday





1985


"But I solved it!"

"That's right, Shawn, but it wasn't fast enough. Do it again."

"But Dad!"

"Shawn, no buts. As a police officer you will encounter situations where merely figuring something out won't cut it if it's you against the clock. You have to stay focused under the pressure of time. Never forget: Your life or the life of others could depend on it. Now. Do it again."



Present Day


"I placed another bomb and you are not going to find it!"

Two hours left.

Well, not anymore, since Lassy had been in the interrogation room for at least twenty minutes now. Shawn had only seen glimpses and boy, he'd have told the head detective after two seconds where the damn thing was hidden. Lives were in danger here and Shawn knew that whenever Lassy's protective instinct kicked in he could be terrifying.

Still, no luck so far. )


Muse: Shawn Spencer
Fandom: Psych
Words: 1,095
head_psychic: (give up)
Education, my friend, is not always a blessing. Like a gun, it depends on who has it.
-Arkady Strugatsky and Boris Strugatsky, Prisoners of Power (1969), translated by Helen Saltz Jacobson (1977)




1987


At first Henry Spencer thought it was one of his son’s self-invented, non-educational, time-wasting games. Shawn was sitting cross-legged on the couch, blindfolded by one of his mother’s scarves and not moving a muscle. Maybe that was what caught Henry’s attention at last, because nothing happened and Shawn never just sat somewhere quietly. "Son, what are you doing?"

Shawn didn’t wince when he spoke up. Henry didn’t expect him to – his steps had been loud enough for him to be aware of father’s presence. "Nothin’."

"Yeah well, I can see that. Mind telling me what’s the big deal?"

"Nothin’," Shawn repeated stubbornly, although his legs started twitching and his fingers drummed a pattern on his left knee, giveaways for his impatience and energy that usually prevented him from sitting still.

Henry sat down next to Shawn. "Put down that scarf and look at me."

"No."

"Excuse me?"

"I’m not taking it off."

Well, that was irritating. )


Muse: Shawn Spencer
Fandom: Psych
Words: 357
head_psychic: (serious)
"Wow, they’re pretty loud, Shawn."

Shawn made a noncommittal sound, his eyes fixed on the television screen.

"Maybe we should go to my place. We can watch TV there," Gus offered, obviously nervous about the ongoing fight in the room next door.

He shook his head. )


Muse: Shawn Spencer
Fandom: Psych
Words: 219

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