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Is There a Psychic in the House? (5/?)

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: 1089
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.

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Shawn stood just inside the door. How could something that looked like a port-a-potty hold a room like the same size as his dad’s place? Amy pushed him from behind and he moved to the side and took care of the Norton. He then climbed up the couple of steps to a platform on which saw a multi-sided console thing.

The Doctor was fiddling at the controls, moving from one panel to another. “Shawn, what’s the address? Never mind, I know.”

It was a good thing because his mind was on overload trying to take it all in. Shawn really had not reference for comparison. It looked like some repair shop exploded and every bit and bob was used. One part even looked like an old typewriter. “Dude, this is just…amazing.”

“Did he just call me ‘dude’?”

“It’s a good thing,” Amy informed him

The Doctor smiled. “I like it. Makes me one of the guys.” He looked at Shawn. “You didn’t say ‘it’s bigger on the inside’. Everyone else does.”

“Why state the obvious?” He looked at the hookah pipe thing as it rose and fell. “We’re moving?” he asked excitedly. “This is freakin’ unbelievable!” He looked at the Doctor. “You go through time and space in this?”

“Anywhere I want,” the Doctor agreed.

Shawn realized that the TARDIS was the Doctor’s Norton, taking him wherever he felt like going, whenever he felt like going. He’d stop and meet people, stay for a bit, then move on to the next place.

The ship stopped and Amy and the Doctor headed for the door. “Shawn!”

Shawn pulled himself away from the console and headed for the door himself, getting the bike on the way.

The Doctor opened the door and Shawn realized they were in the alley in back of the office. “What, not worth the front door?”

“I didn’t want to be too ostentatious. Thought you might want to keep a low profile and not let everyone out there see you appear as if from nowhere.” The Doctor locked the TARDIS behind them.

“I don’t know, it might enhance my reputation.” Shawn reached out the key to unlock the back door when it opened quickly.

“Shawn, where the hell have you been? The Chief and Juliet have been calling all afternoon! They say you walked on of a crime scene. You never do that. Lassiter usually has to have us escorted out.” He stopped for a breath and finally realized Shawn wasn’t alone. “Who are they?”

“Amy and the Doctor. They’re helping me on the case.” Shawn pushed past Gus into the office and the two time travelers followed. “I’ll admit I was a little unnerved by what I saw and this falls right into the Doctor’s area of expertise.” He headed for the fridge.

Amy held out her hand. “Amy Pond.”

“Burton Guster. You can call me Gus.” He shook her hand.

“Nice to meet you Gus.” She smiled.

Shawn grabbed a dish of perfectly chilled pineapple chunks and returned to the office and sat at his desk. The Doctor was nosing about, taking in everything from the old school lockers to the toys scattered about and ending at the wall of photos and framed articles.

Gus looked at the Doctor and Shawn recognized the expression. It was used on him at least five times a day. “You’re really a doctor?”

“Yes, I am. Don’t let the hip, cool exterior fool you.” The Doctor adjusted his bow-tie.

“I hate to say it, dude, I don’t think bow-ties and tweed were ever in,” Shawn said around a mouthful of pineapple. He held out the bowl to Amy. She shook her head.

“What field?” Gus asked.

“A little bit of everything.” He flopped on the couch, legs on the table. “So, tell me about the murder.” He rubbed his hands together.

“Yeah, I want to know too.” Gus had his determined face on.

“OK.” Shawn closed his eyes and brought the scene back to his mind. “Myron Heidecker was a geologist, once respected but now sneered at. The papers in his office showed that he was on to something big but it made no sense to me. He had a pamphlet for the museum so Amy and I headed there.

“The body was lying between the bed and the outside wall, reversed position. There were no marks on the body, barely signs of a struggle. Below the ribcage, the body was caved-in like there was nothing there.” He opened his eyes to see the three of them staring at him. “What?”

“That was amazing,” declared Amy.

“You’ve done better,” Gus said from his desk.

“Yeah, I know.” Shawn popped another piece of pineapple into his mouth. “I saw the body and not much else. I’ll need to convince the Chief I need a second visit.”

“Wonderful!” The Doctor clapped his hands together loudly. “It will give me a chance to look over his papers to see what information he found. Most likely, that was the reason he was killed.”

“OK, sounds like a plan to me.” Shawn wiped his fingers on his jeans before picking up the phone and dialing.

“Plan? What plan?”

Shawn smiled indulgently at his best friend. Gus’ inability to follow his train of thought after all this time surprised him. Granted, the train had a tendency for tunnels and narrow cliff edges, but it always arrived at the station.

“Chief Vick.”

“Hey, Chief!”

“Mr. Spencer, what happened this afternoon?”

“Yeah, about that. The spirits where a little overwhelmed and I needed to leave. However, I am ready for a second look. I think it’ll be better without the body there.”

“All right, Mr. Spencer, I’ll let them know you’re coming. Anything else you can tell me?”

“Um, yeah, I found a specialist at the museum who can check out Heidecker’s papers to see what he was researching when he died.”

“First a college student and now a geologist?”

“Just trying to increase my fanbase, Chief.” Shawn hung up the phone and looked at the Doctor. “We’re in. Gus, keys.”

“What are we supposed to do?” Gus asked as he tossed the keys.

“See what you can find on Heidecker’s background, possible enemies, that kind of stuff.”

“You want us to do research?” Amy put her hands on her hips. “I do not plan to spend time in an office staring at a computer screen.”

“Take it outside. You know where the chairs are!” Shawn called over his shoulder as he headed for the front door.

Chapter 6

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ductapealchemst
Apr. 27th, 2011 07:11 am (UTC)
Love how Shawn, in his very nonchalant way, just breezily deflects the iron will of Amy Pond. (And I love Amy, but, seeing her stunned to silence is quite amusing.)
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