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g0shawkTitle: The Thanksgiving Bet (3/7)
Author: g0shawk
Rating: PG
Fandom: Psych
Pairing: Shawn/Lassiter
Disclaimer: I don't own Psych, etc.
3:59 p.m. (still the day before Thanksgiving)
Henry watched his son’s chest rise and fall as he slept. Damn bike. His first impulse was to get rid of the deathtrap, but he knew Shawn would be furious if he did. What was he thinking? The truck driver who called the paramedics had been driving behind Shawn, and had seen everything. The boy had been speeding down the road and hadn’t even slowed down as he went right over a pothole. It was a miracle he hadn’t had any serious injuries. “Dammit Shawn.”
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4:03 p.m.
Gus re-entered the hospital room. Mr. Spencer was still there, looking exhausted and irritated. Gus knew Shawn’s dad really cared about him, though he would never admit that out loud. “Mr. Spencer?”
Henry turned to face the doorway. “Oh, hello Gus.”
“How is he doing?” Gus looked at the young man lying on the sterile hospital bed. “Still asleep I see.”
“Yeah. No change so far. He’ll be fine.” The older man yawned widely.
“Sir? Why don’t you get some rest? I’ll stay with him for a while.”
The former cop nodded wearily in agreement. Standing up, he placed a gentle hand on his son’s head for a moment before silently leaving the room.
Gus sighed and sat down in the chair, scooting it closer to the bed. He pulled out a magazine and stared at it blankly. He had been motionless for a while, when he heard a small noise. Shawn started to move, and, slowly, his eyes opened. Gus smiled in relief. “Hey Shawn, how are you feeling?”
“Hey, buddy.” Shawn rubbed a hand across his face, and looked at his friend, obviously confused. “Why am I here?”
“You had an accident, remember? You crashed your bike.”
Shawn squinted for a moment, and then said, “Oh yeah.” Surprising Gus, he began struggling to sit up.
“Shawn! Stop it, you’re supposed to be resting!”
“Resting? I feel fine! Well…except maybe a little sore here and there. What time is it?”
Gus checked his watch. “Four twenty. You’ve been asleep for three or four hours.”
“Three or four hours?” Shawn tried to swing his legs around to stand up, but this time Gus was ready. He grabbed Shawn, keeping him from budging.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Gus looked at his friend quizzically.
“Dude! I’ve wasted so much time! I only have until midnight tomorrow, remember?”
“Midnight tom—SHAWN you’re still thinking about the BET?”
“Well, duh! Pineapple smoothies and the man of my dreams? Why would a little thing like a motorcycle accident stop me?”
Gus held his breath and counted to ten. “Shawn, the doctors want you to stay overnight, just to make sure you’re okay.”
“I am okay!” Shawn threw his arms up, and then winced.
“Yeah, sure you are. Listen, you can do whatever you want tomorrow, but I want you to promise me you will stay here tonight, okay?”
Shawn opened his mouth to refuse.
“Shawn!” Gus glared at his friend.
“Fine! You win!” Shawn scowled back at Gus.
Gus relaxed, knowing that Shawn would not break the promise. “Good. I have to go now, but I’ll come get you in the morning alright?” He started to head towards the door, but was stopped as Shawn grabbed his arm.
“Hey, uh, Gus?”
Gus looked at Shawn suspiciously. Bad things happened when Shawn used that tone of voice.
“Yes?”
“Uh…who came to visit me?”
“Your dad was here for a while. Jules came by a few times, Buzz and the chief each checked in on you once. And me of course.”
Shawn’s face fell. “Is that all?”
Gus smothered a grin. “Hmmm, let me think. There maaay have been one other person, but I can’t quite recall who…” A ray of hope shone in his friend’s eyes. “Let me see…who could it have---?”
“GUS! Just tell me already before I kill you!”
“In your condition? I doubt it.” He ducked as Shawn threw a pillow at him. “Okay, okay! I surrender! It was Lassiter! He looked in on you briefly and then left.”
Shawn lay back down, a dreamy expression on his face. “Lassy came to see me,” he murmured happily.
“That’s right, loverboy.” Gus chuckled as he departed. “See you in the morning.”
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4:35 p.m.
Shawn drifted off to sleep, comforted by thoughts of Lassy visiting him.
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6:15 a.m. (Thanksgiving day)
Awakening in a dark room, Shawn squinted at the cheap clock hung on the wall across from him. He wasn’t surprised that he had woken up so early, since he had fallen asleep yesterday afternoon. It was strange for him, though, since he was used to sleeping in until ten or eleven o’clock every day. His stomach growled loudly, and he realized how hungry he was. Grimacing, he got out of the bed, feeling very stiff. He wandered around the hospital, eventually finding the cafeteria and devouring a large amount of something he believed was food, although it wasn’t very edible. I don’t even want to know. Returning to his room, he was surprised to find a small bouquet of flowers along with a pineapple sitting on the desk next to the bed. I wonder where those came from? Huh. He looked for a card, but there wasn’t one. Oh well! I got a pineapple and flowers! Who cares who brought them? He paused. Unless it was---no he wouldn’t…hmmm. With no way of knowing, Shawn shrugged and turned on the small black and white television, waiting for Gus to arrive.
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9:00 a.m.
Shawn fidgeted nervously. He had tried calling Gus several times, but had only succeeded in reaching the machine. I’m losing precious time! Oh, finally! Gus stepped into the room quietly and stopped, apparently surprised to find Shawn awake. “Gus! Where have you been? I’ve been waiting for ever!”
“Shawn, it’s nine o’clock. You never get up before ten.”
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“Okay, true…but I’m in a hospital. There’s nothing to do except sleep and be bored. I conked out right after you left yesterday!” Shawn got up from the bed, trying to put on his shoes and grab all of his stuff at the same time.
Noticing the flowers and his friend’s favorite fruit, Gus inquired, “Where did you get those?”
Shawn looked up briefly. “What? Oh…I dunno. When I came back from breakfast they were just there.”
“There was no card?”
“Nope.”
“Maybe Jules dropped them off.”
“Yeah, maybe…”
“But you don’t think it was her…”
“Um…”
“You think it was Lassiter. Or at least you hope it was.”
Shawn grinned up at his friend. “You know me too well.”
“WAY too well, believe me.” Gus couldn’t help smiling back. Picking up the gifts, he walked out at a leisurely pace, making sure Shawn could keep up.
They were almost to the car when Shawn suddenly stopped in his tracks. Gus kept going for a few steps before realizing that he was no longer being followed. “Shawn? Shawn what is it?”
Still frozen, the young man breathed, “Gus…”
“Yes?” Gus was concerned. Is he okay? Do we need to go back? Should I---
“Today is Thanksgiving…”
What planet does he live on? Gus rolled his eyes, a common expression around his friend. “Very good, Shawn.”
Shawn looked slightly panicked. “No…I mean…today is Thanksgiving!”
Utterly confused, Gus could think of nothing to say. Did he suffer some brain damage after all? His fears were quickly allayed when Shawn continued.
“What if Lassy is planning on going somewhere? That’s what people usually do on Thanksgiving, right? Visit family and what not?”
Gus nodded, bemused.
“I have to go to the station! NOW!” Shawn limped quickly towards the car and climbed into the passenger seat.
Gus walked sloooowly to the driver’s side.
Shawn glared at him. “Drive peon, DRIVE!”
“Wow, where did you learn that word? In a hurry, are we?” Seeing the green eyes narrow in a mixture of fear and anger, Gus took pity on his friend and started the car, taking off (at the speed limit mind you) in the direction of the SBPD.
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Author’s notes: Hmmm, I hope this chapter is ok. It kinda bothers me, but I’ve been staring at it for a while, and I couldn’t find anything to change, so I just decided to post it. There are going to be at least two more chapters. Hope y’all are still liking the story so far! Thanks again to everyone who has been reviewing! I love you guys! :)
-g0
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Author: g0shawk
Rating: PG
Fandom: Psych
Pairing: Shawn/Lassiter
Disclaimer: I don't own Psych, etc.
3:59 p.m. (still the day before Thanksgiving)
Henry watched his son’s chest rise and fall as he slept. Damn bike. His first impulse was to get rid of the deathtrap, but he knew Shawn would be furious if he did. What was he thinking? The truck driver who called the paramedics had been driving behind Shawn, and had seen everything. The boy had been speeding down the road and hadn’t even slowed down as he went right over a pothole. It was a miracle he hadn’t had any serious injuries. “Dammit Shawn.”
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4:03 p.m.
Gus re-entered the hospital room. Mr. Spencer was still there, looking exhausted and irritated. Gus knew Shawn’s dad really cared about him, though he would never admit that out loud. “Mr. Spencer?”
Henry turned to face the doorway. “Oh, hello Gus.”
“How is he doing?” Gus looked at the young man lying on the sterile hospital bed. “Still asleep I see.”
“Yeah. No change so far. He’ll be fine.” The older man yawned widely.
“Sir? Why don’t you get some rest? I’ll stay with him for a while.”
The former cop nodded wearily in agreement. Standing up, he placed a gentle hand on his son’s head for a moment before silently leaving the room.
Gus sighed and sat down in the chair, scooting it closer to the bed. He pulled out a magazine and stared at it blankly. He had been motionless for a while, when he heard a small noise. Shawn started to move, and, slowly, his eyes opened. Gus smiled in relief. “Hey Shawn, how are you feeling?”
“Hey, buddy.” Shawn rubbed a hand across his face, and looked at his friend, obviously confused. “Why am I here?”
“You had an accident, remember? You crashed your bike.”
Shawn squinted for a moment, and then said, “Oh yeah.” Surprising Gus, he began struggling to sit up.
“Shawn! Stop it, you’re supposed to be resting!”
“Resting? I feel fine! Well…except maybe a little sore here and there. What time is it?”
Gus checked his watch. “Four twenty. You’ve been asleep for three or four hours.”
“Three or four hours?” Shawn tried to swing his legs around to stand up, but this time Gus was ready. He grabbed Shawn, keeping him from budging.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Gus looked at his friend quizzically.
“Dude! I’ve wasted so much time! I only have until midnight tomorrow, remember?”
“Midnight tom—SHAWN you’re still thinking about the BET?”
“Well, duh! Pineapple smoothies and the man of my dreams? Why would a little thing like a motorcycle accident stop me?”
Gus held his breath and counted to ten. “Shawn, the doctors want you to stay overnight, just to make sure you’re okay.”
“I am okay!” Shawn threw his arms up, and then winced.
“Yeah, sure you are. Listen, you can do whatever you want tomorrow, but I want you to promise me you will stay here tonight, okay?”
Shawn opened his mouth to refuse.
“Shawn!” Gus glared at his friend.
“Fine! You win!” Shawn scowled back at Gus.
Gus relaxed, knowing that Shawn would not break the promise. “Good. I have to go now, but I’ll come get you in the morning alright?” He started to head towards the door, but was stopped as Shawn grabbed his arm.
“Hey, uh, Gus?”
Gus looked at Shawn suspiciously. Bad things happened when Shawn used that tone of voice.
“Yes?”
“Uh…who came to visit me?”
“Your dad was here for a while. Jules came by a few times, Buzz and the chief each checked in on you once. And me of course.”
Shawn’s face fell. “Is that all?”
Gus smothered a grin. “Hmmm, let me think. There maaay have been one other person, but I can’t quite recall who…” A ray of hope shone in his friend’s eyes. “Let me see…who could it have---?”
“GUS! Just tell me already before I kill you!”
“In your condition? I doubt it.” He ducked as Shawn threw a pillow at him. “Okay, okay! I surrender! It was Lassiter! He looked in on you briefly and then left.”
Shawn lay back down, a dreamy expression on his face. “Lassy came to see me,” he murmured happily.
“That’s right, loverboy.” Gus chuckled as he departed. “See you in the morning.”
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4:35 p.m.
Shawn drifted off to sleep, comforted by thoughts of Lassy visiting him.
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6:15 a.m. (Thanksgiving day)
Awakening in a dark room, Shawn squinted at the cheap clock hung on the wall across from him. He wasn’t surprised that he had woken up so early, since he had fallen asleep yesterday afternoon. It was strange for him, though, since he was used to sleeping in until ten or eleven o’clock every day. His stomach growled loudly, and he realized how hungry he was. Grimacing, he got out of the bed, feeling very stiff. He wandered around the hospital, eventually finding the cafeteria and devouring a large amount of something he believed was food, although it wasn’t very edible. I don’t even want to know. Returning to his room, he was surprised to find a small bouquet of flowers along with a pineapple sitting on the desk next to the bed. I wonder where those came from? Huh. He looked for a card, but there wasn’t one. Oh well! I got a pineapple and flowers! Who cares who brought them? He paused. Unless it was---no he wouldn’t…hmmm. With no way of knowing, Shawn shrugged and turned on the small black and white television, waiting for Gus to arrive.
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9:00 a.m.
Shawn fidgeted nervously. He had tried calling Gus several times, but had only succeeded in reaching the machine. I’m losing precious time! Oh, finally! Gus stepped into the room quietly and stopped, apparently surprised to find Shawn awake. “Gus! Where have you been? I’ve been waiting for ever!”
“Shawn, it’s nine o’clock. You never get up before ten.”
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“Okay, true…but I’m in a hospital. There’s nothing to do except sleep and be bored. I conked out right after you left yesterday!” Shawn got up from the bed, trying to put on his shoes and grab all of his stuff at the same time.
Noticing the flowers and his friend’s favorite fruit, Gus inquired, “Where did you get those?”
Shawn looked up briefly. “What? Oh…I dunno. When I came back from breakfast they were just there.”
“There was no card?”
“Nope.”
“Maybe Jules dropped them off.”
“Yeah, maybe…”
“But you don’t think it was her…”
“Um…”
“You think it was Lassiter. Or at least you hope it was.”
Shawn grinned up at his friend. “You know me too well.”
“WAY too well, believe me.” Gus couldn’t help smiling back. Picking up the gifts, he walked out at a leisurely pace, making sure Shawn could keep up.
They were almost to the car when Shawn suddenly stopped in his tracks. Gus kept going for a few steps before realizing that he was no longer being followed. “Shawn? Shawn what is it?”
Still frozen, the young man breathed, “Gus…”
“Yes?” Gus was concerned. Is he okay? Do we need to go back? Should I---
“Today is Thanksgiving…”
What planet does he live on? Gus rolled his eyes, a common expression around his friend. “Very good, Shawn.”
Shawn looked slightly panicked. “No…I mean…today is Thanksgiving!”
Utterly confused, Gus could think of nothing to say. Did he suffer some brain damage after all? His fears were quickly allayed when Shawn continued.
“What if Lassy is planning on going somewhere? That’s what people usually do on Thanksgiving, right? Visit family and what not?”
Gus nodded, bemused.
“I have to go to the station! NOW!” Shawn limped quickly towards the car and climbed into the passenger seat.
Gus walked sloooowly to the driver’s side.
Shawn glared at him. “Drive peon, DRIVE!”
“Wow, where did you learn that word? In a hurry, are we?” Seeing the green eyes narrow in a mixture of fear and anger, Gus took pity on his friend and started the car, taking off (at the speed limit mind you) in the direction of the SBPD.
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Author’s notes: Hmmm, I hope this chapter is ok. It kinda bothers me, but I’ve been staring at it for a while, and I couldn’t find anything to change, so I just decided to post it. There are going to be at least two more chapters. Hope y’all are still liking the story so far! Thanks again to everyone who has been reviewing! I love you guys! :)
-g0
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