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Kay Sara Sara (7/?)

Title: Kay Sara Sara
Fandom: Psych, Doctor Who
Characters: Shawn, Gus, Henry, Juliet, Lassiter, Vick, Buzz, OMC, Eleventh Doctor, Amy Pond, Jack Harkness
Word Count: 710
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.

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“In here, Jack!” Alan called.

The man sauntered into the office proper still wearing his WWII gear. He must keep the Army-Navy stores in business. Alan saw Amy nearly melt at Jack’s matinee-idol looks.

Jack saw Alan in the wheelchair. “What the hell happened?”

“Damaged spinal cord,” Alan stated.

“He was abducted, tortured and stabbed in the back,” Shawn elaborated.

“Shawn.” Jack gave him a quick hug. He then spotted Amy. “Well, hello.” He took one of Amy’s hands and kissed it.

“Jack,” the Doctor warned.

“I’m just saying hello.”

“Yeah, well, don’t.”

Jack turned and got his first look at the Doctor. His initial impression was rather comical. “I swear, you get younger every time.” He gave the Doctor a huge hug. “Sweet little place you got here, Shawn.”

“It works for me.” Gus cleared his throat forcefully. “Yeah. Jack, this is--”

“Burton Guster.” Gus held out his hand. “Everyone calls me Gus.”

“So you’re Gus. I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“Oh?” Gus packed a lot into that one syllable, Alan noticed.

“Can somebody please tell me who this is and why he’s here?” demanded Amy.

“Amy Pond, Capt. Jack Harkness.” Alan made the introductions. “He’s from a bit further ahead in the time line than me so he might have some answers.”

“Does this have something to do with why Alan’s in a wheelchair?”

The five of them filled Jack in on what happened as well as their theory.

“We remembered you knew about me and wondered if it’s public knowledge,” Alan said.

“Well yeah. People talk about you then like people now talk about Nelson. Your tactics and strategies are taught, books written…”

“So this could be almost anyone.” Gus brought them back to the main topic.

“Not really. Not everyone has vortex manipulators. They’re only given to Time Agents.”

“There must be others like you,” said Shawn.

Oh, Shawn, you left yourself open for that.

“There is no one like me,” Jack said with a wink.

“Oh, please.” Amy crossed her arms.

“I have to back Jack up on that claim,” the Doctor sighed. “There is no one else in the whole of space and time like Jack.”

“Um, that’s not strictly true.”

“What?” The Doctor shot out of his chair. “What did you do? How did it happen? No, don’t tell me, save it for another time. I don’t need the distraction.”

“Everything distracts you,” said Amy.

“Yes, well, I know now’s not the time.”

“So, are there any other agents out there like you?” Alan questioned.

“Last I heard there were only seven left and the agency itself was shut down.”

“So there’s a pretty good chance that our culprit could be doing this on his own or for hire,” Shawn suggested.

Jack looked at Shawn. “The chances are really high, yeah.”

“Are there any you know of that, I don’t know, had an obsession with Alan?” asked the Doctor.

Alan’s thoughts took over, blocking out Jack as he talked about people who had an unhealthy obsession with him. People from his future with the ability to time travel who wanted to torture him. It made him want to re-think his actions. Had Shawn felt this freaked out when he learned about Alan coming from the future to see him? Granted, maiming and torture did not figure in his agenda.

“If this guy’s still around, do you need another hand? I don’t have anything going on at the moment."

The Doctor didn’t look pleased with the idea. Alan was feeling mischeivious. “Why not? You can be a co-worker who got here as soon as he could.”

Jack laughed. “I can do that.”

“Fine, he’s your responsibility.” The Doctor raised his hands in dismissal.

“He’ll be my legs.” Alan grinned. “Fetch and carry.”

Gus caught Jack’s matching smile. “Do you always smile at demeaning work?”

“Don’t worry, Gus. He’ll just tell everyone he was my slave.”

Gus bristled until it hit him just what kind of slave Jack would make people think. He nodded his head as if he accepted this worldly view.

The phone rang and Gus answered. “Psych. Burt— Oh. Okay, we’ll be right there.” He replaced the phone. “It was the Chief. She wants us to come to the station.

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