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When Harry Met Shawn (8/?)

Title: When Harry Met Shawn
Fandom: Psych, Doctor Who
Characters: Shawn, The Doctor (11), Amy Pond & special guests
Word Count: 2609
Rating: PG-13
Summary: It's Shawn's first real trip in the TARDIS. The Doctor's decided on London 1920 where nothing really happens. That is until they see Houdini perform and get invited to a seance where things don't go quite right. Shawn's observation skills impress a well-known author of detective stories
Notes: This is a sequel to It's a Gift, A Psychic Detective's Investigation in Wales and Is There a Psychic in the House?. I started posting this over on Psychfic.com and thought it was about time I started over here. Thanks to DrHampants over at Psycfic,com for the title!

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Shawn was stunned when they suddenly appeared in a warehouse. It was in better condition than some of the ones he had seen before. It’s not as old, idiot! The alien inside Houdini patted down his jacket pockets and pulled out a set of handcuffs. He really had meant to put those back before they left the Palladium, but they had rushed off as soon as Houdini was ready.

Without a word, the Houdini-wearing alien cuffed Shawn’s hands behind his back and forced him into a wooden straight-backed chair. Shawn sat still because he remembered what it had said: it had wanted him originally, not Houdini. Going by that, odds were that he wouldn’t be killed. It returned with a length of rope and proceeded to bind him to the chair. Ironically, Shawn used a trick he had learned from his dad as a kid. He expanded his lungs as the rope was wrapped around his chest so that when he released it, there would be more room. He guessed it was a trick Houdini used loads of times. Hopefully, the alien hadn’t picked up on it.

“What do you want with me?” he asked. “It’s not often that I’m in demand.”

The alien looked at him with a little tilt of its head. “My duty is to learn of this planet and its natural beauty. Of all those whose memories I have scanned, you have seen the most.”

“I did travel for seven years, just me and the road.” He needed to keep the alien talking for two reasons: to delay until the Doctor and Amy arrived and to lull it into a false sense of security before he could free himself. “I needed to get away from my dad, you know?” Why not tell his story? “We never got along and then my parents divorced, so once I graduated from high school, there was no reason for me to hang around. I took to the road because it was the purest form of freedom. I zig-zagged all over the country. I could go where I wanted, stay where I felt like and leave when the mood struck. I don’t know what it was that brought me back home, but it turned out to be the best thing. I actually got a job that I’m good at and I help people.”

The alien looked at him uncomprehendingly. Whether it was about the family thing, the travel or the job, Shawn wasn’t sure. It could be something to play on. He was about to start on a new tack when it turned its back. Shawn took advantage of this and began to work the ropes loose. It was tough to free his arms as his hands were cuffed, but if he could maneuver them around to his pocket, he might be able to reach the key. He slipped the fingers of his right hand into the pocket and gently pulled out the key. With his left hand, he felt for the lock as he kept an eye on the alien. It was in a different section of the warehouse, far enough away that he wasn’t an immediate worry. What did bug Shawn was the fact that it didn’t say anything regarding plans.

He heard the lock click and felt the cuff open. Shawn looked up and saw it was still far enough away not to notice. He brought his arms forward and removed the second cuff and pushed off the ropes. He stood slowly, not wanting the chair to squeak or scrape. He examined his arms and legs to make sure everything was there and when he looked up, he was straight into the face of Harry Houdini.

“You cannot leave, Shawn, not until I have retrieved my information.” His voice tried to be pleasant, but there was no missing the threat.

Shawn wanted to lash out at the thing but he didn’t want to hurt Houdini and didn’t want to anger the alien because that would just make it want to hurt him. He sat in the chair. “You know, I can just tell you what you want to know. I do love to talk as you found out. There’s no need to do anything rash.”

The alien reached out the man’s hand and, in moment of irrational thought, Shawn wondered if he would be the magician’s greatest trick.

It wasn’t as invasive as he thought – like that TV show with the aliens who stuck their hands into someone’s head. Instead it just placed its hand on his head. Didn’t mean it didn’t hurt like the dickens. He could sense it tugging at his memories of his travels. All the places he had been flashed through his mind: the Rockies, the Great Plains, the rainforests of Costa Rica, the turquoise waters of the Gulf of Mexico and sunsets on the Pacific.

The alien removed his hand and Shawn panted from the exertion. I sure as hell hope this was a one-time deal. Even though he wasn’t tied up, he no longer had the energy to try and run. As it was, he could barely lift a hand to wipe the sweat dripping from his forehead. “What now?” he managed to croak.

The being stood before him, arms hanging stiffly at its sides. “I will process what I have learned and decide if there is need for further study.”

Sticking out from under the sleeves, Shawn saw the bracelets. They were to protect against the alien’s energy, but what if they could do more than that? The Doctor hadn’t actually said, but had made sure that once the bracelets were on that they didn’t touch. That made him wonder if they were like jumper cables with opposing charges. All of this flashed through his mind in mere seconds. Before he could walk away, he quickly grabbed Houdini’s hands and pressed the wrists together so the metal touched.

The result was immediate. Houdini’s body jerked as the energy rushed through him. Shawn held tight, ignoring his own pain. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the familiar blue of the TARDIS and knew it was safe to let go.

Weak, Shawn watched as the Doctor used some contraption to pull the alien from Houdini, kind of like what they did in Ghostbusters. Once the alien was confined, the Doctor checked on Houdini and Amy went to Shawn.

“Are you okay?”

“Tingly,” was his only response.

Shawn leaned on Amy as they walked to the blue box. The Doctor practically carried a barely-conscious Houdini. Once again, Shawn found himself in the TARDIS infirmary. For the second time since meeting the Time Lord, he was being checked after doing something that could be considered suicidal. i>I’m not normally this brave. Why am I now?</i> Maybe it was the Doctor’s presence, or it could be showing off for Amy. Though, she wasn’t around when he came up with that plan with the bracelets. He didn’t even know if it would work, plus there was the added fear that he might kill Houdini six years too early.

The Doctor came over to his bed and checked his pulse and his pupils – normal stuff after one’s had an electric shock. He then gave him a shot, going on about his body needing rest. Shawn wanted to argue that no, he couldn’t rest, not until he knew the end of the story. Somehow, the words never came out as he was enveloped in blackness.


Amy had been stunned when she saw Shawn holding Houdini as the electricity coursed through them both. Shawn must have known the tremendous risk to their lives. What would have happened if she and the Doctor hadn’t arrived, she couldn’t even imagine. She had run to Shawn once the Doctor had contained the Qin. He had been dazed but still aware enough to answer when she asked how he was.

Now he was unconscious in the infirmary yet again. The Doctor said he was fine; his body just had to recover from the literal shock. “We were supposed to be helping him heal, not endanger his life,” she complained to the Doctor as she watched the sleeping man on the monitor.

“I didn’t expect him to be taken by the Qin – not that I expected the Qin – or even for him to use the bracelets,” the Doctor responded from where he was working under the console area. “I thought self-preservation was more his thing.”

“I guess he thought it better to save one of his idols.” She leaned over the railing. “How’s Houdini?”

“Oh, Harry’ll be fine. There was nothing damaged by the shock. He just needs rest.” He came out from under the console and looked up at her. “We just have to take the Qin away and warn it off.”

“A warning from you should be all it takes to keep them away.”

“Really only works if they’ve heard of me.”

Amy knew he was trying to be modest. “But it’s touched your memories. It should know what you’ve done, who you are.”

“Let’s hope so. I don’t want it laughing in my face – or however a disembodied Qin would show derision.” He climbed the steps back to the console proper.

“So, where are we taking our ‘guest’?”

“I was thinking of the Shadow Proclamation since it was on a Class Four world, but they’d just try to rope me into something they don’t want to dirty their hands with. So, I’ve decided to take it to an uninhabited planet with loads of natural beauty.”

“One giant national park.” Amy grinned.

“Exactly. I’ll let it contact its people and give coordinates. I think they might actually prefer not having to deal with an indigenous people and enjoy the unadulterated pristine splendor.”

“What about –“

“Oh, we’ll be back in London before they wake up. Definitely before Harry does, at least. Shawn’s been a bit of a surprise so I’m not going to include him.”

“He is rather unpredictable, isn’t he? Sometimes he’s just like a kid, easily distracted by food or something shiny, and at other times, he’s able to talk down a murderer and risk his life saving another. Kinda reminds me of you.”

“What? We are not alike! I am not distracted by food!”

Amy smiled at the desired reaction. “Oh, no, Mr. Fish Fingers and Custard?”

“There were extenuating circumstances,” he said defensively, fiddling with the controls instead of looking at her. “I had just regenerated and needed the energy. How was I to know my tastebuds had changed as well?”

The TARDIS ended the conversation for them upon materializing. The Doctor picked up the containment unit and Amy followed him outside, making sure to door was securely locked behind her. They walked away from the TARDIS and the Doctor released the Qin beside a gorgeous blue lake surrounded by wildflowers, hoping such a sight would ease the transition.

The Qin shot to freedom like a firework and circled fiercely around the Doctor, most likely cursing him out.

The Doctor waited for it to calm down until it was merely hovering. “I know you’re upset, but you left me little choice when you entered one friend and used him to ‘question’ another. I’ve not reported your presence on a Class 4 planet to the Shadow Proclamation yet, but I will do if you go near the Earth again. Now, so your mission won’t be a total loss, I’ve brought you here.” He held out his arms as if to encompass everything around them. “A beautiful world with a varied natural landscape you can have all to yourself.”

The Qin then seemed to notice its surroundings and zoomed about, taking in the trees, grass, flowers and lake. Amy guessed it was happy and excited. She couldn’t help but imagine it like a puppy running all around a new yard, examining everything.

“Hey, what’s going on?”

Amy turned to see Shawn shuffle out of the TARDIS with a major case of bed head. What’s he doing awake? She was about to ask how he was when the Qin whizzed straight at him. “Shawn!”

Her warning came too late as the Qin entered Shawn’s body. Amy could hear the Doctor yelling but all her attention was on the fake psychic. He walked towards them, his gait a little more jerky than normal. He came to a stop in front of the Doctor who glared at him, smoke practically pouring from his ears.

When it spoke, it was slow and controlled with very little emotion. “This is a temporary measure. I needed his voice to thank you for what you have done. You have shown mercy and have given me a chance to – what is the phrase? – ‘save face’ with my superiors. Once I have used your ship’s communications to relay the coordinates, I will vacate this man.”

“I have your word?”

The Qin gave a solemn nod.

“Right. You’d better.”

The Doctor led the way back to the TARDIS and Amy stayed close, constantly looking over her shoulder. “Will it keep its promise?”

“I think it knows who it’s dealing with now. It knows what I can do – what I will do – if it harms Shawn.”

Amy cracked a smile. “Poor Shawn. His first time on another planet and he gets possessed by an alien.”

“I’m sure he’ll catch a glimpse.”

The Doctor motioned for the Qin to go ahead of him into the TARDIS. He then followed up to the console and watched every movement, every knob turn and lever pull to make sure it was only sending coordinates. Satisfied, the Doctor relaxed a little.

Finished, the three walked back outside and the Qin thanked the Doctor once again.

“You have done more than most would have under similar circumstances. I thank you for my life and, on behalf of my people, I thank you for this world.” He bowed his head before leaving Shawn.

The man fell to his knees with a moan, dazed but conscious. Amy rushed to his side and knelt beside him, hands ready to offer assistance.

He looked at her. “OK, once more with feeling. What’s going on?”



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