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Is There a Psychic in the House? (14/15)

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: 1144
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!” Amy yelled in near-unison with Juliet. She ran over and crouched beside her new friend.

Lassiter nodded to Juliet as he finished cuffing Chris using a little more force than required. She rushed over. “Shawn, are you okay?” She reached out to touch his face but hesitated.

“It’s okay, Detective,” said the Doctor as he used the tongs to remove the stone from Shawn’s hand. “They only transfer from the rock, not person-to-person.” He put the rock in the container and sealed it. “We have to get Shawn to the TARDIS now.” He heard the curator groan. “Gus, could you take the poor man to his office then join us?”

Amy helped Shawn stand and Juliet supported him on the other side. “C’mon, Shawn,” Amy said softly.

Shawn looked at her with glazed eyes. “Amy?” He then swiveled his head like he couldn’t fully control the movement. “Jules?”

“Yes, Shawn, I’m here.”

Amy saw her grip Shawn’s hand tighter.

“I don’t feel so good.”

“We’ll get you to the TARDIS and the Doctor will cure you,” Amy said with a zealot’s conviction.

“’Course I will. I am the Doctor, after all.”

Amy looked at him and the Doctor made a face that showed he wasn’t all that confident in his ability to save Shawn. She couldn’t let Shawn, Juliet, or even Gus know.

“What’s happening?” mumbled the curator from behind them.

“One of your employees tried to rob you and may have poisoned a consultant for the Santa Barbara Police Department,” replied Lassiter.

“You didn’t do a very thorough background check and now my best friend is dying,” Gus said, upset.

“I didn’t want to hurt Shawn,” declared Chris.

“Of course you didn’t,” drawled Lassiter as he forced Chris up the stairs. “You just threw the rock knowing Spencer would catch it.”

“I liked Shawn. He was always nice to me, He was cool.”

“Do not talk about him in the past tense. Shawn’s not dead.”

“He will be. There’s nothing anyone can do to stop it.”

Amy felt Shawn tense beside her at those words. “The Doctor can fix it,” she told him. “He won’t let anything happen if he can prevent it.”

“I know,” Shawn responded with a smile.

They split up when they reached the ground floor. Gus took the curator back to the office after Lassiter told him to come to the station tomorrow “to give his statement”. The way he said it made Amy feel like she was watching Law and Order. They continued on until Lassiter headed for the main entrance to hand Chris over to the other officers to take to the station. “I’ll tell the Chief what happened. And Henry.” Amy could tell he was not looking forward to that.

“Thanks, Carlton.”

Oh, boy. Shawn used his first name. He must really think he’s gonna die.

The Head Detective nodded and left.

Amy and Juliet took Shawn into a side room and to the TARDIS. “What are we doing in here?” asked Juliet. “Shouldn’t we be going to an office or something?”

“This is the or something,” Amy responded.

Behind them Amy heard the Doctor juggling the items and then a snap. The door to the TARDIS opened and Juliet balked at the sight in front of her.

“Jules, it’s fine.” Shawn spoke softly, coaxing her. “It’s overwhelming, but it’s fine.” He looked back over his shoulder. “The Doctor’s a good guy.”

“Thank you, Shawn.” The Doctor moved ahead of them into the TARDIS. “Amy, you and Juliet take Shawn to the sickbay. I’ll be there as soon as I get this secure.”

Amy started them through the corridors. Juliet looked around at a loss for words. Shawn was ready to take advantage of the situation. “Look at this, sandwiched between two lovely ladies.”

“One of whom is your girlfriend and carries a gun,” Juliet remarked.

“C’mon, Jules. You know I’m not gonna ruin it now that we’re finally together. Just give me a chance to revel in this.” I don’t have much time left, was left unsaid.

They made it to the sickbay and the women eased Shawn onto the bed. He lay back on the raised pillows and closed his eyes. Juliet held his hand, rubbing it with her thumb. Amy headed for the door to give them a little privacy but the Doctor chose that moment to enter.

“Shawn, you with us?” he asked.

Shawn slowly opened his eyes and blinked a few times to focus. “For now,” he answered.

“Good. Now, I just need to figure out what exactly these little fellas are doing so I can stop them.” He picked up a device from a counter and used it to scan Shawn. “Well, that’s interesting.”

“What’s interesting?” Shawn asked, barely able to summon the energy. “Dying man here.”

“Yes, right, of course. These little buggers aren’t acting like I expected. You’d think they’d multiply and spread through the body, using you like a smorgasbord--”

“Great. I’m an all-you-can-eat buffet.”

Juliet wiped a tear from Shawn’s cheek.

“He said they’re not doing that,” Amy said. “You’re not on the menu.”

“Right.” The Doctor agreed. “There’s the main concentration in your hand, but then there are other small signatures in different areas, almost like they’re exploring.”

“Advance parties getting the lay of the land,” commented Juliet.

The Doctor beamed. “Exactly like that. They won’t expand unless they realize they’re safe. They aren’t just mindless parasites, but sentient creatures.”

“So we just have to introduce something into Shawn’s system it won’t like.” Gus stood in the doorway holding another of the Doctor’s small devices in his hand. “Thanks for this. I never would have found you.”

“Gus?” Shawn called softly.

“Yeah, Shawn, I’m here.” He moved to the opposite side of the bed from Juliet.

“Hey, buddy.” He fumbled with his hand until he found Gus’. “Glad you could make it.”

Amy looked at the scene unfolding in front of her. It was like something from one of those schmaltzy movies with someone on his deathbed, loved ones around him and the attending doctor. “You have to do it soon, Doctor. Shawn’s wasting away. Those things may not be ‘eating’ him, but they’re certainly training him.”

“I know, I know. I just don’t know what to use. Everything I think of could kill him.”

“He’s dying anyway,” Amy hissed. “It doesn’t really matter at this point.”

The Doctor looked at Juliet, who nodded. Gus gave his approval with a simple look. “Okay, I think I might have just the thing.”

He bustled about with chemicals, beakers and test tubes as he went on about what he was doing as if we understood. Gus seemed to follow for a bit, or maybe he just grasped the general idea. When he was done, he injected the solution into Shawn’s right arm. “Now, we wait.”

Chapter 15


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