Genre: Crossover, Gen
Fandoms: Doctor Who, Psych
Characters/Pairings: Shawn Spencer, Juliet O'Hara, Carlton Lassiter, Burton Guster, Henry Spencer, Karen Vick, Buzz McNabb, Amy Pond, Eleventh Doctor, Shawn/Juliet
Rating: So far, all audiences
Word Count: 1329
Summary:Not long after "Yang 3 in 2D" Shawn is relaxing outside the office when he strikes up a conversation with a pretty young redhead. Then he gets called on a bizarre murder case that just might have to do with aliens.
Notes: After my last story, I had people asking for Shawn to meet the Doctor, so here it is. It follows It's a Gift, A Psychic Detective's Investigation in Wales. Both include and original character and the second is a Torchwood crossover. You don't have to read them to enjoy this, but you might get more out of it.
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Shawn felt a warmth flow through his body. It was soothing and wonderful, like an internal tropical beach. Maybe if he drifted a little more he’d find some pineapples. The warmth soon increased to an inferno and he felt like he was lying on a griddle instead of a beach. His body jerked and convulsed until he tired himself out.
He slowly came to and felt a cool hand pressed to his face. He turned into it and slowly opened his eyes. The figure was fuzzy due to his tired eyes and the bright light behind it, but there was only one person it could be. “My angel,” he croaked.
“Gus?” Shawn pulled away. “What are you doing?”
“Testing your temperature. I can’t believe you thought I was Juliet.”
“You have really soft hands, what was I supposed to think?” He looked about the room but no one else was there?”
“Where is Jules?”
“Outside checking with the station. We took turns watching you.”
They had to take shifts? “How long was I out?” His best friend hesitated. “Gus?”
“Twodays,” he said in a rush.
“I was out for two days? What happened?”
“After the shot, you started having seizures and your temperature shot up to 105. We didn’t know when you’d wake up.”
The ‘if’ was left unsaid.
At that moment Amy ran into the room. “Shawn, you’re awake!” She reached over the bed and hugged him.
“Leave off, Pond. You’ll suffocate the man.” The Doctor followed her in.
She pulled back, embarrassed.
“How’re you feeling, Shawn?”
“Not bad, I guess, for being comatose for two days.”
“Yes, it did take a while for the creatures to die.” He looked a bit guilty. “I wish I could have gotten them into something else, to take them somewhere they could live.” He brightened a little. “At least they weren’t the last of their kind. At least, I think they weren’t. Don’t want to be responsible for that again,” he added softly.
He had killed off whole species? Now he sounds like the guy Alan and Jack had talked about. “So I’m clear? They’re gone?”
Juliet rushed into the room. “Oh, my God! Shawn!” She planted a big wet one on his lips.
I ought to have a near-death experience more often!
Jules ended the kiss. “Are you okay?” She searched his face.
“I was waiting to hear from the Doctor.” He looked over at the man in question.
“Well, I believe you’re clear, but I think you should hang around until I’m positive.”
“Wow, you almost sounded like a real doctor there,” declared Amy.
“You’re not a real doctor?” asked Jules.
“I have many doctorates in many fields,” the Doctor responded, not sounding at all upset. He probably got asked that a lot. “There is someone I know who specializes in this kind of thing. I’d like Shawn to see him.”
“You want to take him away? We just got him back.”
“Jules, it’s fine. The Doctor knows what he’s doing.” Shawn looked at the Doctor. “I can see my dad before we go?”
“Of course. I wouldn’t deprive you of the opportunity.”
Shawn pulled himself to the edge of the bed and waited until his body was used to being vertical before standing. Jules was there to help him on his noodle legs. Gus was on the other side. “Okay, ready.”
The followed the Doctor and Amy to the console room. Shawn saw the difference in Jules’ attitude towards the TARDIS. Maybe two days gave her the time to accept it.
Shawn exited the TARDIS to find they were in the parking lot of the SBPD. He grinned. The Doctor had anticipated his request.
“It’s been here since we left the museum,” Gus said.
“We knew this is where everyone would be,” Jules added.
“In case I died,” he stated.
“For when you got better,” Amy said. “Not as long a walk for the invalid,” she smiled.
In the station, Buzz was the first to see them and started clapping. It spread through the bullpen and the next thing he knew, Shawn was buried in a hug so fierce, his spine was rubbing against his belly-button.
“What were you thinking, kiddo?” His dad’s voice was more worried than angry. “Lassiter told us everything.”
“I guess I wasn’t thinking.” Shawn sat in Juliet’s chair.
“If he hadn’t caught the rock, the risk would have been multiplied,” Gus defended him.
“Is that true?” the Chief asked the Doctor.
“Each piece of rock could have ‘infected’ whoever picked it up, so, yes, Shawn’s action saved lives.” The Doctor smiled benevolently, like a teacher praising a student.
“But he’s cured now, right?” asked Henry, his hand still on Shawn’s shoulder.
“Pretty much, yeah, but I’d like to take Shawn to see a specialist just to make sure. Shouldn’t be more than a few days.”
Shawn could feel everyone looking at him, wondering if he’d stay in touch. “I’ll call, I promise,” he said in a voice that had a bit more whine to it than he liked.
“I’ll make sure he does,” Amy stated, arms crossed which made her look like a stern babysitter. “I’m used to it,” she said with a nod in the Doctor’s direction.
“A job well done, Shawn,” said the Chief with a rare use of his first name. “Now you go get yourself healthy so you can help us again.”
“Sure thing, Chief. Thanks.”
“Spencer,” Lassiter held out his hand. “Above average,” he said with a quirk of his lips.
Shawn knew this was the highest praise he’d get from Lassie in public. “Thanks, Lassifrass. I’ll try harder next time.”
“Don’t do anything else stupid, okay?” It was his dad’s way of saying take care without being mushy.
“I’ve already used up my quota for the month,” Shawn replied with a smile as he clapped his hand on his dad’s shoulder.
“Okay, then.” Henry walked to the door with them. “Take care of him,” he said to the Doctor. “He’s not much, but he’s all I’ve got.”
Gee, thanks, Dad.”
“Don’t worry, Henry. I’ll keep an eye on him,” the Doctor assured him.
Henry accepted his assurances and went back to his desk.
Gus and Jules walked with them back to the TARDIS. “I’ll take care of the office while you’re gone,” Gus said.
“It’s only gonna be a few days, buddy. It’s not like I’m leaving town again.”
“Yeah, but this is how I have to treat it. Don’t forget to call.”
“I know.” They shared a fist bump.
He took a chance to pull Jules away from the others so they could have a semi-private goodbye. “Do you really have to go?’ she asked, a finger tracing a line along his cheek.
“We just have to make sure that I won’t have a relapse,” Shawn consoled. “I don’t know how long I’ll be, but I will call, I promise. I don’t want Amy to beat me up,” he added with a grin.
“I heard that!” the girl shouted.
“You take care,” Jules said. “I love you.” She kissed him gently.
“I love you, too.”
Shawn entered the TARDIS and stood back by the rail as the Doctor worked on the console, reaching across the panels. “Why so glum?” the Doctor asked. “You should be excited.”
“Not a big fan of needles.”
“Why are you worried about needles?” Amy questioned.
“You said you were taking me to see a specialist and I thought that meant needles and tests.”
“Shawn, I am the specialist. For someone supposedly hyper-observant, you didn’t see that one. I knew you wanted a trip in the TARDIS, so I gave you a reason and you didn’t have to lie.”
“So, you’ve basically kidnapped me.”
“It’s a habit I’m trying hard to break. So, where to?”
I’m going for a ride in a time machine, an honest-to-God time machine! Jeffrey Jones, eat your heart out! “Anywhere,” he answered with a huge smile.