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[#024] I'm Not Inclined to Resign to Maturity (Psych)
Theme Prompt: #024 – Life Hack
Title: I’m Not Inclined to Resign to Maturity
Fandom: Psych
Rating/Warnings: PG
Bonus: Yes.
Word Count: 593
Summary: A typical night on the case for Shawn and Gus.
“They’re staring at us again, Shawn.”
“That’s kind of the point, Gus.”
“They are vicious killers, Shawn, I don’t want them staring at us.”
“Relax, Gus.” Shawn glances over his shoulder at his best friend, despite the fact that they’re being sized up by the people they’re pretty sure are the bad guys in this particular scenario. It isn’t the first time that Shawn has followed his instincts and whims wherever they may lead him – a method he promotes as his own personal life hack for getting the most out of life – and it isn’t the first time these whims have gotten them into trouble. Gus should really stop being so surprised, but Shawn also knew that that is a thing that will probably never change.
And part of him hopes it never does.
“We are tied to chairs, Shawn, I know you’re not telling me to relax.”
“Yes, yes, I am.” Shawn sighs as he leans back against his best friends. “How many times have we been captured by the bad guys instead of actually managing to stop them?”
“Way too many times, Shawn.”
“And how many times have we been violently murdered and left in a ditch?”
There’s a long awkward pause at that, while Gus debates the merits of answering that particular question honestly, before he finally sighs and gives in. “None,” he admits dejectedly, usually a sign that he was conceding Shawn’s point.
“Exactly. None. And that streak is not about to be broken.”
“Streak? What streak?”
“Our winning streak.”
“I would not call being captured by a group of angry bikers who may have murdered our victim winning, Shawn.”
“Not yet. But just watch, we’re going to get out of this, just like we always do.”
“We better. I am not ready to die, Shawn. I haven’t even qualified for my pension yet.”
Shawn would like to point out to Gus how he really wouldn’t need his pension if he’s dead, but that train of thought is cut off by the group of bikers approaching where they have them tied up. They’ve got Shawn’s wallet in hand, and are looking at him intently.
“You that psychic detective.”
“Yes.” Shawn glances between them as he tries to figure out where this is going. “I’m Shawn Spencer, and this is my partner Burton ‘Road Rage’ Guster.”
They blink at the use of the nickname, before the larger one, presumably their leader, continues to speak. “You trying to solve the Hodgkins Murder.”
“Yes,” Shawn still isn’t sure where this is going, but he’s trying. “That’s why we’re here.”
“You think we did it.”
There’s a small step forward of aggression, and Shawn and Gus try to recoil as best they can. “That is what the police think.” Shawn’s tone is slow, as though he’s trying to put distance between them. “And in some ways we agree with them.”
“Well, we didn’t.” The bikers cross their arms in front of their chests as they stare down at the hostages. “And we want you to prove it.”
There is a soft muttering behind Shawn’s ear as Gus practically begs him not to do it, not to side with the crazy bikers over the police, but Shawn can’t help but see a curious challenge when he saw one. He leans back, grins wide, and nods in agreement.
“I’ll do it.”
“I am resigning as your best friend.”
“Gus, don’t be the crusty edge on a can of old play-dough.” And then back to the bikers he goes. “Where do you want me to start?”
Title: I’m Not Inclined to Resign to Maturity
Fandom: Psych
Rating/Warnings: PG
Bonus: Yes.
Word Count: 593
Summary: A typical night on the case for Shawn and Gus.
“They’re staring at us again, Shawn.”
“That’s kind of the point, Gus.”
“They are vicious killers, Shawn, I don’t want them staring at us.”
“Relax, Gus.” Shawn glances over his shoulder at his best friend, despite the fact that they’re being sized up by the people they’re pretty sure are the bad guys in this particular scenario. It isn’t the first time that Shawn has followed his instincts and whims wherever they may lead him – a method he promotes as his own personal life hack for getting the most out of life – and it isn’t the first time these whims have gotten them into trouble. Gus should really stop being so surprised, but Shawn also knew that that is a thing that will probably never change.
And part of him hopes it never does.
“We are tied to chairs, Shawn, I know you’re not telling me to relax.”
“Yes, yes, I am.” Shawn sighs as he leans back against his best friends. “How many times have we been captured by the bad guys instead of actually managing to stop them?”
“Way too many times, Shawn.”
“And how many times have we been violently murdered and left in a ditch?”
There’s a long awkward pause at that, while Gus debates the merits of answering that particular question honestly, before he finally sighs and gives in. “None,” he admits dejectedly, usually a sign that he was conceding Shawn’s point.
“Exactly. None. And that streak is not about to be broken.”
“Streak? What streak?”
“Our winning streak.”
“I would not call being captured by a group of angry bikers who may have murdered our victim winning, Shawn.”
“Not yet. But just watch, we’re going to get out of this, just like we always do.”
“We better. I am not ready to die, Shawn. I haven’t even qualified for my pension yet.”
Shawn would like to point out to Gus how he really wouldn’t need his pension if he’s dead, but that train of thought is cut off by the group of bikers approaching where they have them tied up. They’ve got Shawn’s wallet in hand, and are looking at him intently.
“You that psychic detective.”
“Yes.” Shawn glances between them as he tries to figure out where this is going. “I’m Shawn Spencer, and this is my partner Burton ‘Road Rage’ Guster.”
They blink at the use of the nickname, before the larger one, presumably their leader, continues to speak. “You trying to solve the Hodgkins Murder.”
“Yes,” Shawn still isn’t sure where this is going, but he’s trying. “That’s why we’re here.”
“You think we did it.”
There’s a small step forward of aggression, and Shawn and Gus try to recoil as best they can. “That is what the police think.” Shawn’s tone is slow, as though he’s trying to put distance between them. “And in some ways we agree with them.”
“Well, we didn’t.” The bikers cross their arms in front of their chests as they stare down at the hostages. “And we want you to prove it.”
There is a soft muttering behind Shawn’s ear as Gus practically begs him not to do it, not to side with the crazy bikers over the police, but Shawn can’t help but see a curious challenge when he saw one. He leans back, grins wide, and nods in agreement.
“I’ll do it.”
“I am resigning as your best friend.”
“Gus, don’t be the crusty edge on a can of old play-dough.” And then back to the bikers he goes. “Where do you want me to start?”
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