FIC: Prolonged Exposure
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luciazephyrTitle: Prolonged Exposure
Author: Lucia Zephyr (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lucia_tanaka)
Fandom: Psych
Genre: Fun ficlet
Rating: PG, preslash
Summary: Ficlet, Shawn and Lassiter locked in a basement.
Author Notes: Giftfic forlucius_admirer, who made me pretty icons.
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The room is dark, with only a small, dirty window high above letting light in. Shawn shuffles around, using his elbows to prop himself up. You never realize how damn useful your hands are until they were tied in coarse rope in front of you.
Shawn finally settles, back against the wall, and gets the chance to look around. Stone walls, random boxes, cold floor, a furnace in the corner.
"So." Shawn clears his throat, wincing at the pain from where the psycho hostage-happy gunman grabbed him in the neck. "I think we're in a basement."
Lassiter's a few feet away, laying on his back with his knees bent and feet flat on the floor. He doesn't move. "Spencer, I swear to god, when we get out of here, you better get on that bike of yours and get the hell out of town because if I get a hold of you first, they won't find your body."
Shawn grins to himself in the dark. Oh yeah, this'll be fun.
---
"I think we should use this time in a productive way," Shawn chirps after a long period of silence.
"I don't recall asking you what you thought we should use this time for, Spencer, so please shut the hell up," Lassiter growls back, still not moving, and Shawn frowns, leaning over to look at him.
"Dude, you alright?" Shawn pushes awkwardly to his knees, wobbling over to Lassiter's side before slumping over again. Lassiter's shock blue eyes are obvious in the dark, narrowing at Shawn in the usual perpetual annoyance.
"I was following your lead when I got strangled and dumped here. No one knows where we are, god knows when anyone will find us, and did I mention this being your fault? I'm just fine, so just leave me alone."
Shawn blows out a breath, pushing his bangs out of his face before flopping over on his stomach next to Lassiter. "No, really, Lassiter, tell me how you really feel." Lassiter scoffs. "Come on, I'll die of boredom if you don't talk to me. We could be finding the deepest secrets in each others' souls, bonding in ways few can, forming a healthier relationship-"
Lassiter's hands, tied together like Shawn's, punch him in the shoulder, but the angle's off and it only knocks Shawn's balance off. He lands on his side with a quiet 'ohmf' and lays there, blinking. "You're not a very nice person, Lassie."
"I reserve the right to be a bit annoyed in such situations."
"Obviously." Shawn sighs and lays there, trying to get comfortable while watching Lassiter's face, waiting for the first sign of his irritation to ease. Shawn just hopes he can wait that long without losing his mind.
---
Fifteen minutes of silence. Shawn's stomach growls loud enough for the neighborhood to hear and Shawn's muscles tense all over his body, his face flushing.
Then Lassiter laughs, deep and throaty, and everything's okay again.
---
Shawn grits his teeth against the tingly pain in his fingertips as he tries to pick at the rope around Lassiter's hands. "It's not giving."
"Use your nails."
"It's rope. I need a knife or something."
Lassiter thumps his head against the floor and groans. "The one day I don't keep a hidden weapon on me."
"Is that legal?" Shawn smirks, giving up on the knots to rubs where the rough ties meet skin. Lassiter's been down here longer and the marks on his wrists are flaring dark red. He must have tried his own way of escape already.
"Grey area." Lassiter hisses, pulling his hands out of Shawn's. "Stop that."
"Just trying to help."
"This is the part where I remind you how we got stuck down here."
Shawn's shoulders sag. "I didn't mean to. I didn't think Psycho McCrazyman was that competant."
"Yes, because we haven't been looking for him for two weeks because he's clever and good at what he does. We're just inherently lazy." Lassiter replies, but it doesn't have its usual heat.
"Sorry." Shawn whispers and it gets Lassiter to tilt his head enough to look at him.
"Okay."
Shawn's eyebrows arch. "'Okay'?"
Lassiter nods. "Yes." He brings his legs to his chest and swings forward to sit up. "Give me your hands, let's see if I can do it."
---
Juliette bursts downstairs with a whole squad behind her. She looks distressed and horribly worried, her hands shaking around her glock.
Lassiter and Shawn look up at her, sitting across from each other on the floor with cards scattered between them, in the middle of a game of War.
"Hi, Julie," Shawn chimes in his usual overly-smarmy tone. Lassiter smirks and places his cards on the floor.
"What took you so long, O'Hara?"
She stares at them, relaxed on the ground. "How... what?"
Shawn snickers and Lassiter stands up, pulling Shawn to his feet. "Could get the ropes off," Lassiter says, pulling on his suit jacket. "Couldn't get the door opened." He pats her on her shoulder in a way that was probably supposed to be comforting as he climbs up the stairs. "Good work, O'Hara."
"Thanks..." she murmurs, as Shawn walks up to her and gives her a quick one-armed hug.
"Nice rescue, Jules. I like the way you pushed the 'fashionably late' thing so nicely. Very cool," Shawn says with that flawless smile that could mean one of a million things.
She watches Shawn jog to catch up to Lassiter, smile softened to a grin. Lassiter just nods back, but that's a miracle in of itself.
She wished she'd known it before, that the way to get the two of them to stop their bickering and rivalry was just a few hours of prolonged exposure.
Author: Lucia Zephyr (
lucia_tanaka)Fandom: Psych
Genre: Fun ficlet
Rating: PG, preslash
Summary: Ficlet, Shawn and Lassiter locked in a basement.
Author Notes: Giftfic for
lucius_admirer, who made me pretty icons.-------
The room is dark, with only a small, dirty window high above letting light in. Shawn shuffles around, using his elbows to prop himself up. You never realize how damn useful your hands are until they were tied in coarse rope in front of you.
Shawn finally settles, back against the wall, and gets the chance to look around. Stone walls, random boxes, cold floor, a furnace in the corner.
"So." Shawn clears his throat, wincing at the pain from where the psycho hostage-happy gunman grabbed him in the neck. "I think we're in a basement."
Lassiter's a few feet away, laying on his back with his knees bent and feet flat on the floor. He doesn't move. "Spencer, I swear to god, when we get out of here, you better get on that bike of yours and get the hell out of town because if I get a hold of you first, they won't find your body."
Shawn grins to himself in the dark. Oh yeah, this'll be fun.
---
"I think we should use this time in a productive way," Shawn chirps after a long period of silence.
"I don't recall asking you what you thought we should use this time for, Spencer, so please shut the hell up," Lassiter growls back, still not moving, and Shawn frowns, leaning over to look at him.
"Dude, you alright?" Shawn pushes awkwardly to his knees, wobbling over to Lassiter's side before slumping over again. Lassiter's shock blue eyes are obvious in the dark, narrowing at Shawn in the usual perpetual annoyance.
"I was following your lead when I got strangled and dumped here. No one knows where we are, god knows when anyone will find us, and did I mention this being your fault? I'm just fine, so just leave me alone."
Shawn blows out a breath, pushing his bangs out of his face before flopping over on his stomach next to Lassiter. "No, really, Lassiter, tell me how you really feel." Lassiter scoffs. "Come on, I'll die of boredom if you don't talk to me. We could be finding the deepest secrets in each others' souls, bonding in ways few can, forming a healthier relationship-"
Lassiter's hands, tied together like Shawn's, punch him in the shoulder, but the angle's off and it only knocks Shawn's balance off. He lands on his side with a quiet 'ohmf' and lays there, blinking. "You're not a very nice person, Lassie."
"I reserve the right to be a bit annoyed in such situations."
"Obviously." Shawn sighs and lays there, trying to get comfortable while watching Lassiter's face, waiting for the first sign of his irritation to ease. Shawn just hopes he can wait that long without losing his mind.
---
Fifteen minutes of silence. Shawn's stomach growls loud enough for the neighborhood to hear and Shawn's muscles tense all over his body, his face flushing.
Then Lassiter laughs, deep and throaty, and everything's okay again.
---
Shawn grits his teeth against the tingly pain in his fingertips as he tries to pick at the rope around Lassiter's hands. "It's not giving."
"Use your nails."
"It's rope. I need a knife or something."
Lassiter thumps his head against the floor and groans. "The one day I don't keep a hidden weapon on me."
"Is that legal?" Shawn smirks, giving up on the knots to rubs where the rough ties meet skin. Lassiter's been down here longer and the marks on his wrists are flaring dark red. He must have tried his own way of escape already.
"Grey area." Lassiter hisses, pulling his hands out of Shawn's. "Stop that."
"Just trying to help."
"This is the part where I remind you how we got stuck down here."
Shawn's shoulders sag. "I didn't mean to. I didn't think Psycho McCrazyman was that competant."
"Yes, because we haven't been looking for him for two weeks because he's clever and good at what he does. We're just inherently lazy." Lassiter replies, but it doesn't have its usual heat.
"Sorry." Shawn whispers and it gets Lassiter to tilt his head enough to look at him.
"Okay."
Shawn's eyebrows arch. "'Okay'?"
Lassiter nods. "Yes." He brings his legs to his chest and swings forward to sit up. "Give me your hands, let's see if I can do it."
---
Juliette bursts downstairs with a whole squad behind her. She looks distressed and horribly worried, her hands shaking around her glock.
Lassiter and Shawn look up at her, sitting across from each other on the floor with cards scattered between them, in the middle of a game of War.
"Hi, Julie," Shawn chimes in his usual overly-smarmy tone. Lassiter smirks and places his cards on the floor.
"What took you so long, O'Hara?"
She stares at them, relaxed on the ground. "How... what?"
Shawn snickers and Lassiter stands up, pulling Shawn to his feet. "Could get the ropes off," Lassiter says, pulling on his suit jacket. "Couldn't get the door opened." He pats her on her shoulder in a way that was probably supposed to be comforting as he climbs up the stairs. "Good work, O'Hara."
"Thanks..." she murmurs, as Shawn walks up to her and gives her a quick one-armed hug.
"Nice rescue, Jules. I like the way you pushed the 'fashionably late' thing so nicely. Very cool," Shawn says with that flawless smile that could mean one of a million things.
She watches Shawn jog to catch up to Lassiter, smile softened to a grin. Lassiter just nods back, but that's a miracle in of itself.
She wished she'd known it before, that the way to get the two of them to stop their bickering and rivalry was just a few hours of prolonged exposure.
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Date: 2006-09-13 04:17 am (UTC)Beautiful icon too...and hell, beautiful layout. Love your header.
Anyway, I hope you right more :) I'll look forward to it.
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Date: 2006-09-13 04:22 am (UTC)I have a thing for blue-eyed men. And the layout's by the phenomenal
*looks at three half-done Psych fics in her hard drive* Oh, I think I will.
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Date: 2006-09-13 05:15 am (UTC)Lassiter thumps his head against the floor and groans. "The one day I don't keep a hidden weapon on me."
"Is that legal?" Shawn smirks, giving up on the knots to rubs where the rough ties meet skin. Lassiter's been down here longer and the marks on his wrists are flaring dark red. He must have tried his own way of escape already.
"Grey area." Lassiter hisses, pulling his hands out of Shawn's. "Stop that."
"Just trying to help."
"This is the part where I remind you how we got stuck down here."
Shawn's shoulders sag. "I didn't mean to. I didn't think Psycho McCrazyman was that competant."
"Yes, because we haven't been looking for him for two weeks because he's clever and good at what he does. We're just inherently lazy." Lassiter replies, but it doesn't have its usual heat.
"Sorry." Shawn whispers and it gets Lassiter to tilt his head enough to look at him.
"Okay."
Aww.
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Date: 2006-09-13 09:36 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2006-09-13 09:24 am (UTC)you need to write more Psych and Shawn/Lassie fanfics *hint*
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Date: 2006-09-14 12:56 am (UTC)There simply aren't enough fanfics for these two men.
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Date: 2006-09-14 02:17 am (UTC)Second; Did you make your header? If you did, I would like to humbly request, if it's not too much trouble, could you make a simalar on for me please? (featuring Shawn, David Tennant, and Jon Stewart)
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