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Kay Sara Sara (1/?)

Title: Kay Sara Sara
Fandom: Psych, Doctor Who
Characters: Juliet, Lassiter, Buzz, OMC, Eleventh Doctor, Amy Pond, later cameo by ??
Word Count: 1206
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Shawn returns to Santa Barbara with Amy and the Doctor to find a serious case waiting for them. Then they learn that a friend has been wounded because of one of them. Who is the abductor and what is their "motivation"? Everyone will have to work together both inside and outside the box to find out
Notes: This is a sequel to It's a Gift, A Psychic Detective's Investigation in Wales,Is There a Psychic in the House? and When Harry Met Shawn.


Once back inside the TARDIS, Shawn grabbed his clothes and changed out of the tuxedo. As he looked so damn good in it, he decided to keep it. Maybe he’d take Jules somewhere fancy one day and to have his own would be beyond impressive. Once dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, he made his way back to the control room. Amy was already there, back in her short skirt and long sweater. The Doctor was still in his tux though he had loosened the tie and unfastened the top button of his shirt.

“There you are! I was just discussing our next possible stop with Amy.”

They were talking about where they were going after they took him home.

“And we thought that you should get a proper trip to another planet. Amy hasn’t been to one either.”

Shawn looked between the two of them. “You’re going to take me on another trip?”

“’Course we are.” Amy smiled. “Can’t leave you after just one.”

“That is, of course, if you want to,” the Doctor added with a knowing smile.

“Hell, yeah, I want to.” He rubbed his hands together in anticipation. “So, where to? Uranus?”

“You just wanted to say that, didn’t you?”

Shawn only grinned in response. “How about Vulcan?” He did that “Live Long and Prosper” thing with his hand.

“Nothing there but mercury swamps. I did help put down a rebellion when I was there.”

“No Spocks running around?” The Doctor shook his head. “How about Mars then?”

The Doctor became guarded once again. “Uh, no, not Mars. Nothing good happens there.”

Great, I’ve done it again.

The Time Lord took a deep breath and shook it off. “There is one planet I was thinking about. I’ve been there before with…others. Saved them twice, actually.” He flicked a couple of switches and set the TARDIS on its new destination.

Not even a minute passed before it began to buck and rock like a mechanical bull. Shawn gripped the rail with one hand and reached out to Amy with the other. She grabbed his hand and he pulled her over. She transferred her hands to the rail. “What did you do?” she demanded. “What’s happening?”

“I might have an idea!” the Doctor called back over the loud machinery. “It’s happened once before!”

“What is it?”

“The TARDIS is answering a distress call only she can hear.” He looked at Shawn. “A psychic distress call.”

Shawn gave a little have smile. “Is it the same as before? Can you tell if it’s the same source?”

“Not sure, but I believe so.”

The TARDIS stilled and the Doctor checked the coordinates. “That’s interesting.”

“What?” Amy asked as she and Shawn walked over to the console.

“Where are we?” asked Shawn.

“Santa Barbara.”


The Doctor moved the monitor so Shawn could see where they were. There was no mistaking that décor. Why were they here? Did the signal originate from here? Was his dad in danger? He ran to the TARDIS doors but stopped, hand resting above the handle. He took a deep breath and stepped out.

The house was quiet. He walked stealthily to the kitchen and thankfully saw no signs of a disturbance. “Hey, Pops! We’re back!”

Amy and the Doctor had followed him out. While the Doctor used the sonic screwdriver to make a scan of the room, Amy peered out the window. “Truck’s gone. He’s not home.”

Shawn exhaled and sat down at the table. “Why did the TARDIS bring us here if no one’s home?”

“Maybe she knew it would be safe to materialize here,” said the Doctor absently. “Which is strange as she normally lands us in the middle of things.”

Shawn pulled out his phone and called his dad. “Hey!”

“Shawn? Are you back?”

“Yeah, we’re at the house.”

“That’s great! I can’t get away but tonight you’re staying for a steak dinner.”

Shawn smiled. His dad actually sounded happy he was home. “I’ll call Jules and Gus and figure out what’s what.”

“Juliet and Lassiter are working on a case but I haven’t heard from Gus in a few days.”

“Right. See you later.” He ended the call.

“How’s your dad?” Amy asked.

“Fine. I think he was surprised I called him first. He also said to hang around for dinner as he plans to grill up some steaks.”

“A good old-fashioned American cookout? Love to. Potato salad, coleslaw – maybe the kind with raisins – beans, corn…”

“Doctor, I don’t think Henry plans on feeding the whole neighborhood.”

Shawn looked at the date on the newspaper. “It’s been two weeks since we left.”

“We did say you were going to a specialist, so that works into the story,” said Amy.

“Two weeks is nothing in the relative scheme of things,” the Doctor said, his head inside the fridge. “A veritable blink of an eye compared to the millennia the universe has been around.” He closed the refrigerator door. “Your father has a bit of shopping to do for tonight.”

“Well, he likes that.” Shawn made another call. “Hey, Jules!”

“Shawn! Are you back?”

“Yeah I’m at my dad’s. I hear you’ve got a big case.”

“It started out a missing persons case and became the search for a serial killer. Are you doing anything?”

“Not at the moment.”

“I’m on my way to the hospital to see the only survivor and I want your input. I’m nearby so I’ll be right there.”

“Sure. I’ll be waiting.” He ended the call. “Um, Jules asked me to go with her on an interview involving her latest case. I don’t mean to run off and leave you, but maybe we can find out who contacted the TARDIS by looking at it from different angles.”

“Go on. Be with Juliet.” Amy smiled. “I’ll try to keep him out of trouble until we hear from you.”

“You sure?”

The Doctor waved him off as he began to examine the contents of the kitchen cabinets. “I’m rather curious about Detective O’Hara’s case as the timing can’t be coincidence.” He looked at Shawn. “You have Amy’s number?”

“Yep.” He headed for the door knowing it wouldn’t be long before Juliet arrived. Outside he took a deep breath of the salty air. Oh, how I missed that. He jogged to the road when he saw Juliet’s Volkswagon. The car had barely come to a stop before he had the door open and was inside. He leaned over and kissed her like he hadn’t seen her in years.

When it ended, she looked at him with a stunned smile. “Wow. How long were you gone?”

“Only a few days but I missed you.”

“Well, when this is over, we’ll have to remedy that.” She gave him a quick kiss before putting the car in gear and pulling away.

She gave him the highlights of the case. “We had been aware of the disappearances, but it wasn’t until the last that we had jurisdiction. They were all men of a similar age, build and coloring.”

“He had a type.”

“Yeah. So we got a call about bodies in a basement but there was one alive tied to a chair.”

“He was the original target. The others were taken because they looked like this guy and were killed because they weren’t.”

“That was very astute, Shawn. You didn’t even have a vision.”

Crap! “You forget, I was raised to be a detective. I didn’t need a vision for that. I bet Lassie figured it out on his own.”

She laughed. “I did, actually. So, how was your trip?”



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