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14 December 2013 @ 06:41 am
Fic: ‘Tis the Season: ‘tis the season for doughnuts!  
Title: ‘Tis the Season: ‘tis the season for doughnuts!
Fandom: Psych
Rating: (G)
Time Period: After season 3.
Summary: Shawn makes a getaway.

Author's Note: This is quick ‘n’ dirty (for definition see the F. A. Q.).


This comes after:
‘tis the season to receive shocks!
‘tis the season to wake up
‘tis the season to be surprised!

All characters contained herein are the intellectual property of Steve Franks; I am not affiliated with nor endorsed by them.


Ignoring Shawn, Gus lurches to his feet before staggering to the corner of the room where he runs his hands over the blue wood. “There's even a St John's sticker on here Shawn!” Gus whispers as his fingers lightly dance over the sticker's surface. “Do you believe me now, Shawn?”

Shawn glances at the door before he looks to Gus. “Get over here!” He hisses, gesturing to his side. “Gus!”

John Smith waltzes through the door. “Oh, you found her!” He smiles broadly, proudly. “Isn't she lovely?”

“Lovely?” Gus splutters. “Lovely?”

“Yes. Sexy, even.”

Shawn steps between them. “You were going to see Clara?”

“Right! The dog food.” Eyes torn from Gus and the big, blue box in the corner, he looks to Shawn. “She said she'd be right along.”

Shawn grabs Gus's arm. “No need as we'll be going. Who's,” he asks, more to forestall the exclamation he can see forming on Gus's lips (he was very obvious), “Clara?”

“My friend,” John replies. “She's over all the time so she'd know if your friend had been around.”

He starts dragging Gus to the door, into the hallway. “I'll just go to the shop,” Shawn smiles. “You'd not seen her and I still need to ask along the street.”

“Is Doody all right?” John asks, gesturing to Gus. “He looks ill.”

Shawn looks. The exclamation was turning into an explosion. Gus's skin was now darker. He shakes his head, once, sharply. At Gus. “He needs his dog food,” Shawn explains and smiles at the now puzzled young man. “Thank you for your time.”

He manages to drag Gus from the house, shut the front door and walk a few steps to the Blueberry before …

“That was the Doctor, Shawn!”

And there it was. The Exclamation.

Shawn lets go of Gus's hand and turns to face him. “His name was John Smith. Better mannered than me.”

“He just sounded it, Shawn.”

“Because he was British. Who are better mannered than me along with everyone else!”

“You sound like your dad.”

“I know!” Shawn spins to the car. “Let's go back to the office and see what I learned and what we can learn about the good doctor.” He pauses. “And grab some doughnuts on the way.”


Shawn stops, looks at Gus. “Is there any other kind, dude?” He opens the car door, stops. “Maybe some chilli, too.”

Gus slips into the car with Shawn. Neither of them see the angel statue in next door's front yard.

With its hand outstretched toward them.
Armchair DM: Igor: Joy! Joy! Joy! Joy!armchairdm on December 14th, 2013 04:19 am (UTC)
... don't look away, don't close your eyes, don't blink.
F. J.: shalowater: golden candlesmorethanacandle on December 14th, 2013 09:56 am (UTC)
You seem convinced that's an Angel.