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Is There a Psychic in the House (12/?)

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: 622
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. Sorry for the delay but I didn't get much writing done while I was gone. I think there might be 2 chapters left.

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Amy was used to the Doctor being a bit callous sometimes, but she didn’t believe it of Shawn. She looked down at the curator and saw his chest rise slowly. She relaxed. Shawn knew he was alive. “Is he seriously hurt?”

“Don’t see any blood, just a nasty bump on the head.” The Doctor looked around the room. “My guess is that whoever did this is still down here.”

Amy edged a little closer to him. “Are you sure?” she whispered.

“Our friend hasn’t been out too long and we didn’t see anyone pass us as we cme in.” He looked at Shawn. “Is there another way out?”

Shawn closed his eyes and Amy guessed he was remembering the floor plan. “No, just the way we came.”

“How are we gonna find him in all this?” She looked at the numerous rows of shelving crowded with artefacts.

“One person could stay here while we flush him out.”

“With what?” asked Gus. “I can’t think of anything that wouldn’t damage the collection.”

“Stink bomb.” Amy looked at them. “We could make a stink bomb.”

“Ooh, I love the way you think,” Shawn grinned.

“I hate to say it, but we don’t have the necessary items to make even the most rudimentary stink bomb,” the Doctor stated.

Shawn turned to his best friend. “Gus, did you have any dairy today?”

“Shawn, you know what dairy does to me.”

“Exactly my point.”

He really is a little boy, reverting to bathroom humor.

“You know he can hear everything we say,” said the Doctor. “We can’t let him know what we’re doing?”

Shawn started making weird hand motions like he was playing a demented game of charades. Gus couldn’t even decipher what he was trying to say. With a groan of frustration, Shawn walked to the door and stood with his back to it, arms out to his sides, effectively blocking the door. Amy gave him a thumbs up in understanding.

Shawn then reached into his pocket and pulled out his mobile. It must not have been getting reception because he slowly turned in a circle holding the phone at different heights. The Doctor then motioned for Shawn to hand over the phone. Shawn placed the green-covered mobile into the Doctor’s outstretched palm.

Amy watched as the Doctor used the sonic screwdriver on the phone before passing it back to a puzzled Shawn. Shawn grinned and texted someone—most likely Juliet—to let them know what was happening.

Amy was not one to wait around for help if there was something she could do. While the men had their heads together by the door, she made her way back along the wall behind some shelves. If she could find out where he was and who he was, this would end a whole lot sooner. She crept along and stopped when she saw something out of the corner of her eye. Knowing not to dismiss what she saw, she slowly turned and looked through the collection of small antique appliances. On the other side of the shelf, she saw a young man’s profile. He’s my age. The man turned his head slightly in her direction and Amy held her breath. She closed her eyes in the childish belief that if she couldn’t see him, he wouldn’t see her. After a few moments, she risked a peek out of one eye and nearly gasped when she got a better look at his face.

As soon as he looked in the other direction, Amy ducked down and hurried back to the others. The Doctor looked at her questioningly. “Pond?” he mouthed.

Amy pulled out her own mobile and typed a message with her trembling fingers and showed the Doctor.

Chapter 13


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