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Kay Sara Sara (9/?)

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: 1280
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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The Doctor kept to the background while they all did their police-y thing. They worked well together, as any team should. He wondered if anyone had told Chief Vick what was really going on because she made no mention at all. There hadn’t even been any strange looks, at least not the kind that said “You’re really an alien” as opposed to “What the hell are you wearing” – he got those a lot.

The briefing completed, they headed for the exit. Watching as Shawn stopped to flirt with Juliet, the Doctor almost didn’t notice when Henry fell in step beside him. “Done for the day?”

“Yeah, paperwork’s caught up.” Henry loosened his tie.

“Karen thought it better for you to keep an eye on things this way?”

Henry looked at him with a crooked smile. “Yeah. Shawn’s hard enough to control at the best of times, so all this other stuff has me a bit concerned.”

“When it counts, he can keep a level head. There’s no need to worry.”

“I’ve worried about him since he was three. I don’t think that’s ever going to stop.”

“I don’t think it should.”

Henry looked ahead to where that absurdly tall officer was helping Jack and Alan. “What do you know about this Harkness guy?”

“Jack? He traveled with me for a bit. A great guy to have on your side. The flirting is just how he is. You either ignore it or flirt back.”

“Do you know how he and Shawn met?”

“Checking up on your son, Henry? Why don’t you just ask him?”

“Like he’d tell me.”

The Doctor debated telling Henry but decided on just the basics. “I’m not sure, but I’d guess it was when he went with Alan to Cardiff. Apparently, that’s how he heard about me.”

“Cardiff, when Shawn got the letter.”

They stopped at the truck and Henry opened the driver’s side door. Amy and Alan were already inside when Shawn came running out of the building and across the car park. “Whoa, whoa, whoa! What’s going on?”

“It’s my truck, Shawn. I’m driving.”

“But…we called same seats.”

“This is my same seat, Shawn.”

“C’mon, Shawn, there’s room in the back!” called Gus.

Shawn eyed the car before climbing into the bed of the truck. “I’ll be fine here, thanks.”

“But the Echo is a nice little car,” stated the Doctor. “It’s a lovely shade of blue.” He traced a hand along its roof.

“Thank you! Someone who finally appreciates my car.” Gus stood by the open driver’s side door. “Where are we going?”

“I’m going to get out of this suit, ASAP.” Henry started the truck.

“I guess we are, too.” Jack folded himself into the back seat of the little blue car. “Damn, this thing could be a little more dimensionally transcendental,” he muttered.

“And have people think I drive a clown car? No, thank you.” Gus pulled out after Henry.

The Doctor tried to picture them all climbing out of the Echo and wondered if that’s what it used to look like when he had traveled with a large group. His mind then began to dwell on past companions. No time to be maudlin, he told himself. Must stay in the present.

“Doctor?” asked Jack.

“What?”

“You okay? You were elsewhere.”

“Just thinking.”

“That’s a dangerous occupation.”

“More like reminiscing,” he clarified.

“Ah.”

“’Ah’? What do you mean, ‘ah’?” questioned Gus. “When ‘ah’ in said in regards to an alien, it’s not a good thing.”

“In this case, it’s an okay thing. When you’re over 900, you travel with a large group of people and meet loads more. That means a lot of goodbyes.”

“I guess I can understand that. Goodbyes are hard anyway.” Gus drove along after the truck. “Hold on, did you say 900 years?”

“Alien, Gus. Completely different physiology.”

“So, further down the line, this time with Shawn and Amy will just be a story you’ll share with someone else?”

“Memories, not stories. And I’ve fixed Shawn’s phone so he can call whenever he wants. They’re never completely forgotten.”

“Okay, then.”

The Doctor found it commendable that Gus would worry for his friend over something Shawn didn’t know. It shouldn’t be so surprising after seeing how Gus reacted when Shawn was dying or even how Shawn thought of Gus in 1920. That was a closeness that few shared.

They pulled up in front of the house and the Doctor stepped out so Jack could unfold himself from the back seat. Shawn led the parade to the kitchen door where he immediately headed to the fridge where he foraged through the leftovers.

Amy sat at the table. “So now what? All we have is theory with nothing to go on.”

“I’ve arranged a meeting with a former colleague who should know a bit more about the agency,” said Jack. “He always liked his gossip. Shouldn’t be too long. I’ll come back here when I’m done.”

“Best use Shawn’s bedroom,” the Doctor told him. “Henry might have someone over.”

“Gus and I will go back to the office and see what we can find out what Mitchell did before he left and maybe get his stalker on camera.”

“You made me drive all the way over here when we could have gone to the office? You are sitting in the back seat whether you have to or not!”

“But, Gus, we don’t have any potato salad!” he declared around a mouthful.

“I need to run the information from the sonic through the TARDIS and see what I come up with.”

“I’ve got some jobs around the house that need doing, so I’ll be here is we need to coordinate movements,” said Henry as he took a bottle of beer from the fridge.

“In other words, a nap.”

“Shawn, I will not be taking a nap!” Henry was indignant.

“You may not mean to, but you will.”

“At least I don’t schedule one into my workday.”

“Oh, a nap sounds good,” declared Amy. “Maybe I could get some sun this time.”

“There’s a lounge chair in the garage,” Henry told her.

“Great. What about you, Alan?”

“A nap outside sounds wonderful.” He faced the Doctor. “And you’re not going to talk me out of it.”

“Wasn’t planning to. Just…” He patted his pockets until he found what he wanted. He handed the two pills to Alan. “Take these. You shouldn’t need to be hooked up anymore.”

Alan took the tablets. “You had these in your pocket? You were expecting this?”

“Well, it was more in case we didn’t get back to the TARDIS. The fact that you wouldn’t want to was always a possibility.”

“Because we’re splitting up, I want us to keep in touch at regular intervals or if anything suspicious occurs.” Henry reiterated Chief Vick’s rules.

“Present phones,” the Doctor announced.

Everyone fumbled for their mobiles and held them out. The Doctor then used the sonic. “You now have everyone’s mobile number.” He slipped the device into his pocket.

“What about you?” questioned Gus. “Do you even own a cell phone?”

“I did once. Don’t know what happened to it in the remodel. There is one in the TARDIS, however. Amy can give you the number.” He headed for the TARDIS.

“I don’t know it!” Amy called after him.

The Doctor released a put-upon sigh before giving them the number. “The direst of emergencies. I’m not a taxi service.”

“Why is everybody looking at me?” the Doctor heard Shawn cry out behind him.

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