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Kay Sara Sara (2/?)

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.


Alan Kelly lay on his hospital bed watching TV. Well, it was more that the TV was on and he just happened to be looking in that direction. He was getting out of here today. Feeling was coming back in his legs even though he still couldn’t move them. He would just have to continue physical therapy.

He could easily go home and be up and literally running in less than half the time it would take here. However, if he did go, it would set all the machines off and questions would be asked. So, he stayed and suffered through it all. He had been questioned for days about everything regarding his abduction from when and where to who and why. He danced around, never telling the full truth. He couldn’t because no one aside from Shawn and Henry knew about where he really came from. And because of what he had done, it wouldn’t be long until the full story came out.

He sighed and looked at the clock. Not much longer.

There was a knock at the door and he turned his head to see Juliet. “Hey.”

He smiled. “Hey.”

“I’ve brought someone to help,” she said as she came into the room. “I hope you don’t mind.”

A figure followed her into the room and he smiled when he saw who it was. “Shawn.”

The stunned pseudo psychic walked over to the bed. “My God. Alan.”

“Juliet didn’t tell you.” Alan looked at the detective.

“I didn’t want it to influence what he saw.” She looked around. “You have everything?”

“Everything you brought from the hotel is in the bag. One of the nurses helped.”

“Probably bending over backwards to help a dashing man like yourself,” Shawn joked, now over his shock. “Eye patches add mystery.”

“Florence Nightingale wannabes. They’ll just forget me when the next ‘dashing’ crime victim comes along.”

“Then they’re not the right ones for you.” Juliet had picked up the bag.

At that point Dr. Swift arrived with a wheelchair. “Mr. Kelly, it’s time for you to leave us. I want you to keep up with your PT. Det. O’Hara has the instructions as well as the scripts for your medications.” Swift turned to Juliet. “He will be with someone who will keep him on schedule?”

“Oh, yes,” she answered. “Mr. Spencer does not take anything from anyone.”

“Man, you’re staying with Dad? And you can’t get away? You have my sympathy.”

“I take it that he’s very strict?” asked Swift.

“Very,” Juliet assured him.

“All right then. Let’s get you situated in the chair.”

Shawn and Swift helped him move to the wheelchair. This was going to take some getting used to. Swift shook his hand and told him to call if there were any questions. Shawn took charge of the chair and pushed him through the halls towards the entrance. Juliet went ahead to bring the car around.

“Dude, what are you doing here? Don’t you have somewhere more…glamorous to be?”

“What? Santa Barbara is glamorous.” He could feel Shawn’s glare. “I came here to see you. I went to Psych but neither of you were there. I then went to your dad’s thinking you might be there, but Henry said you had gone to see a specialist after some sort of near-death experience. Anyway, I decided to hang around and wait for you.”

Juliet pulled up in a green Volkswagon bug and Alan wondered how this was going to work. With a little maneuvering, Shawn got the chair close and then Alan lifted himself into the passenger seat. As Juliet helped him move his legs inside, Shawn collapsed the wheelchair and put it in the trunk. He then clambered into the back seat via the driver’s side.

“Are you sure Henry doesn’t mind putting me up?” he asked once they were on the road.

“He volunteered,” Juliet answered. “He’s even made a few makeshift ramps.”

“He volunteered? You seriously have to tell me how to do that,” Shawn commented, poking his head forward.

“I’m not blood-related, plus he thinks I can take him down.” He laughed.

“Someone who can intimidate Henry Spencer who isn’t a superior officer. Your coolness quotient has just increased massively.”

“Can you?” asked Juliet, not taking her eyes from the road.

“Maybe. I’d give him the edge in cunning. As long as he thinks I can is the important part.”

They pulled into Henry’s driveway. Alan had to wait for Shawn to bring the wheelchair around. Between the three of them, he was transferred into the chair and pushed along the rough drive to the side door.

The door opened just as Juliet reached for the knob. She was enveloped in a huge hug by an affectionate red-head. “Juliet!”

“Amy!” Juliet returned the hug, seemingly puzzled by her welcome. “You’re the second person to greet me that…effusively. Your trip wasn’t that bad, was it?” she asked as they moved into the kitchen.

Alan could tell she was trying to pick her words carefully due to his presence.

“Juliet, there’s no need to be discreet here,” said a man who looked to be in his twenties and dressed like a college professor in tweed with braces and a bow-tie. “Alan and I go way back.”

“Doctor.” Alan shook the other man’s hand. He took in the changes. This incarnation was the youngest-looking yet. “It’s been awhile. I doubt I would have recognized you on the street.”

“Yes, well, clean living.”

The girl, Amy, scoffed.

“Since you have someone here to help you settle in, I’ll head back to the station. “She gave Shawn a quick kiss. “I’ll be back later for dinner.”

After she had left, Shawn pushed the wheelchair into the living room. He smiled when he saw the TARDIS. He rubbed a hand along the façade.

“Not you too?” moaned Amy.

“She and I have…an understanding.”

“It’s you!” Shawn came around in front of him. “You’re the source of the distress signal. “I should’ve realized the minute I saw you!”

“Yeah, about that. I was forced to. I tried to hold out, but it’s like my mind did it on its own.”

Amy sat on the couch. “Wait a second! You’re that time traveler. They’ve mentioned you,” she said, pointing her thumbs at Shawn and the Doctor.

The latter dropped onto the couch and put his feet on the coffee table. “Amy, meet Col. Alan Kelly.

Amy leaned forward and shook his hand. “And a true psychic,” she said with a look at Shawn.

“So what can you tell us about the abduction that you couldn’t tell the police?” asked the Doctor.

“Well, they were right in the fact that the others were mistaken for me. I was taken right off the street. I can’t believe I let it happen.” Alan shook his head. “I came to in the basement tied to a chair with those poor guys on the floor. I was drugged so I never got a clear look at my captor. It made me realize that whoever it was knew about me, knew what I could do. I thought it was the Master because I couldn’t think of anyone else who knew I could contact the TARDIS. He didn’t know what I was talking about when I called him that.”

“No, not the Master. He’s…unavailable.”

Alan knew there was a story there. “No way for him to escape?”

“Not this time. Are you sure it’s not someone from your neck of the woods, as it were?”

“Very few people know about you and the TARDIS and even less know that I’m telepathic. I’ve no idea how they would have traveled back anyway. Each machine will work only for a specific person.”

“That’s a smart idea,” said Shawn. “Keeps out the riff-raff.”

“You can’t have just anyone coming back in time and possible screw things up,” added Amy.

“No, you leave it to the professionals.” The Doctor smiled. He then jumped up and strode over to the wheelchair. “C’mon, let’s get you rested before tonight. Amy, the door.”

Amy opened the door to the TARDIS and the Doctor pushed him inside. The moment he was inside, Alan got the strongest, warmest, mental hug. The TARDIS also expressed concern for his health. He assured her of his well-being, letting her know things had to progress at the rate for this time.

The Doctor wheeled him through to the sick bay and helped him onto one of the beds before running some of his own scans. “Oh, you should be fine in no time,” he commented.

“I can’t be a miracle case, Doctor. Too many questions.”

The man scoffed. “I know that. I can just help you along. The doctors probably think you have abnormally fast healing anyway. So just lay back and rest.” He checked the watch on his wrist. “We have a few hours before dinner.”

Alan wanted to argue he wasn’t tired, but it was a lost cause as he was already falling asleep.



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