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Is There a Psychic in the House? (2/?)

Title: Is There a Psychic in the House?
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: 789
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 and 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.


Amy clung to Shawn as they whipped through the streets of Santa Barbara. She knew to keep her mouth shut as they moved so she wouldn’t swallow any flies. Whenever they came to a stoplight, she’d lean back and look around, seeing people going about with their regular day. She loved that people were the same no matter where—or when. Then the light would change and she’d be holding on to Shawn again.

Amy didn’t know what to make of the man. He was about ten years older yet seemed to have a quality that made him seem ten years younger. He was cute and funny and being with him kept her from being by herself. As for him being psychic—well, he really hadn’t done anything to prove it. After travelling with the Doctor, she knew it was possible, so she’d keep an open mind.

She knew they were at the right place when she saw the police cars. Shawn parked the motorcycle and helped her off. He got off himself and opened a pouch. With a grin, Amy stripped off the pants and put them inside. After all, it just wouldn’t do to show up wearing oversized sweatpants under her outfit.

Shawn then led the way as they ducked under the crime scene tape that stretched across the base of the porch stairs. It really says “Do Not Cross! A tall officer stood at the front door. He smiled when he saw the “psychic”. “Hey, Shawn!” He spotted Amy. “Where’s Gus?”

“Couldn’t get out of his second job. This is Amy, a student at UCSB.”

“Nice to meet you, Amy. I’m Buzz.”

“Pleasure.” Amy shook his offered hand.

“Shawn, word of warning. Lassiter’s in a mood today.”

“Thanks for the heads up, Buzz.” Shawn motioned for Amy to follow him inside.

“Is his name really Buzz?” she asked once they were inside.

“That’s what he used at his wedding.”

Amy followed Shawn upstairs to the master bedroom where a tall man with short salt-and-pepper hair was yelling at the other police in the room. She had a feeling this was the Lassiter Buzz had warned them about. There was also a younger blonde with her hair pulled back in a ponytail. Probably his partner.

Lassiter turned and saw them. “Spencer, what did I tell you about bringing dates to a crime scene?”

Amy noticed the blonde wince slightly at the word “date”. Ooh, she must like him.

“Lassie, this is Amy Pond. She’s at UCSB studying…”

“Criminolgy. We’re studying alternative methods of investigation at the moment and I was asking Mr. Spencer a few questions.”

“She was with me when the Chief called so I invited her along. Hey, Jules.”

Oh, so the feeling’s mutual. She smiled.

Amy moved to follow Shawn as he went to the opposite side of the bed where the police were standing. She didn’t really want to see the body, but she’d have to for the story.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Lassiter demanded.

“I was--”

“I don’t think so. It’s bad enough having him around. You just stand there and don’t touch anything!”

Amy saluted him behind his back and saw Jules cover her mouth to hide a smile. She then watched as Shawn walked around the room, looking at everything and stopping shy of touching anything. He then ducked out of sight behind the bed and she could only guess he was studying the body. When he stood, his face was the most serious she had seen it.

“What is it, Shawn?” questioned Jules. “Do you know how he was killed?”

“It’s all very vague but I believe it has to do with work. It’s something science-y.” He tried to clarify. “Something to do with energy.” He put his fingertips to his head. “I’m not sure, everything’s scrambled.” He hurried from the room.

The detectives’ faces told Amy this wasn’t usual behavior. “I’d better go see how he is,” she said as she left the room.

She found Shawn downstairs searching the man’s office. “What are you doing?” she hissed. “Don’t they have to catalog everything, take photographs and stuff?”

“Forensics has already been in here but they never seem to catch the important stuff.” He sat in the desk chair.

Amy saw a pamphlet that had been knocked to the floor. “What’s this?” She picked it up and showed him.

“It’s for the local museum and he’s circled one of the exhibits.”

“Space rocks.” She looked at Shawn. “That’s the one my friend’s gone to.”

“Well, I think it’s time you crazy kids got back together. C’mon.” He headed outside to the motorcycle.

Amy followed, not bothering to correct Shawn about the Doctor being a kid, ‘cause, well, sometimes he was.

Chapter 3.


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