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Kay Sara Sara (11/?)

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.

Prologue 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

“Look, there’s Jules and Lassie!” Shawn pointed out the detective’s car as it pulled onto the street ahead of them.

“Alan must’ve called everyone.”

Shawn’s phone rang. “Dad?”

“Shawn, you’d better get your ass over here. I can see…”

“Dad! Dad, what the hell’s going on?”

“He’s got them both.”

“What? You just let that happen?”

“I’m locked in my room, Shawn!”

Shawn couldn’t help it, he snickered. “You were asleep, weren’t you?”

“Now is not the time to lay blame,” his father deflected.

“Fine. We’ll be there in a couple minutes. We’re following Lassie and he’s got the siren going.”

“What happened?” Gus pestered.

“Are you okay?” He ignored Gus.

“Yeah, just a little embarrassed.”

“Maybe he gassed you, put you out so he could lock the door.”

“You’re making excuses for me?”

Shawn couldn’t believe it himself. Normally, he’d be ragging on his dad for sleeping. “You don’t fall asleep on guard duty. And even if you did, the slightest sound would wake you.”

“Thanks, kid. I hear the sirens now.”

“’Kay, Dad.” Shawn ended the call.

“Shawn, what happened? You were being nice to your dad.”

“The kidnapper has Alan and Amy. He saw it happen.”


Shawn didn’t wait for Gus to shut off the engine before he was out of the car and running for the yard. He stopped when he saw the Doctor sitting on one of the lawn chairs.

“Jack’s getting him,” the alien told him.

“Getting who?” demanded Lassiter.

“The kidnapper locked Henry in his room,” the Doctor supplied.

“His name’s James Hoffman,” said Jack as he and Henry arrived on the scene. “He used a little sleeping gas to put him under.”

“Henry, are you okay?” asked Jules.

“Yeah, I’m fine, Juliet. Just angry that the bastard invaded my house.” He put a reassuring hand on Shawn’s shoulder. “He took two people under my protection and I want him to go down.”

“Okay, let’s go inside and, Henry, you can tell us everything you saw. We’ve got an eyewitness now.” Lassiter was back in familiar territory. “And what the hell is that thing in the yard?”

“That ‘thing’, as you so crudely put it, is my ship.”

“This is your ship?” Lassiter looked at it disdainfully. “Looks more like something from _____.”

“You’ll just have to see for yourself.” Gus entered the TARDIS.”

Shawn wanted to see the detective’s face when he first saw the TARDIS so he followed his friend and took up position on the steps. Jules and Jack came in next followed by the Doctor. That meant that Lassiter was out there with his dad.

After a couple moments, Lassiter stumbled into the TARDIS. Henry followed with a smirk. Lassiter turned to yell at Henry and finally became aware of his surroundings. “Sweet Justice! It’s bigger on the inside!”

The Doctor’s grin matched Shawn’s. “I never tire of that.”

Juliet guided a dazed Lassiter to the seat up by the console. “Now we’ve got to find…” She looked to Jack.


“We have to find James before he kills Alan or hurts Amy,” she finished.

“He’s not going to kill him.”

“And how did you come to that conclusion, Spencer?” growled Lassiter.

“Because he didn’t kill him the first time.”

“He had a real heavy-duty case of hero worship,” said Jack as he worked around the Doctor to initiate a scan.

“No matter whether he’s going to kill Alan or not, we still need a location to stop him.”

Shawn looked at his dad. “Thank you. Gus and I found another reason Mitchell was chosen.”

“That wasn’t his only property,” Gus inserted. “Some he rented and some he flipped. We were going through them when we got the message.”

Shawn’s mind flashed on the properties. There was one in particular that seemed to match the criteria for a kidnapper. He put a hand to his head. “I’m getting an address. It’s a tree, I think, but I’m also getting Cruella.”

“What? How can that be right?” questioned Lassiter.

“It always needs interpretation,” said Jules. “You should know by now.” She looked back to Shawn. “Though, I will say this seems a little confusing.”

“Cruella liked black and white,” stated Henry.

“Birch Street!” shouted Gus. “He had a place on Birch.”

Shawn opened his eyes, the “vision” over. The Doctor raised an eyebrow but said nothing.

“Okay, I can confirm Birch Street,” said Jack. “I’ve got a reading on another vortex manipulator.”

The Doctor moved around the console in the sequence that put the TARDIS in motion. It was a smooth dematerialization – for a change – and none of the Santa Barbara crew realized they were moving. It could have been the “discussion” his father and Lassie were having about how best to approach the situation. Shawn walked over to the door, ready to be the first one out.

“Spencer, what the hell do you think you’re you doing?” demanded Lassiter.

“I don’t think I’m doing anything. James doesn’t want to kill either of them, but seeing you with a gun just might push him over the edge.”

“Shawn’s right,” the Doctor agreed. “We don’t need to add to an already tense situation.”

“Fine, but I’m in there in five. This has got to be one of the stupidest things you’ve ever done,” the detective said begrudgingly.

“This doesn’t even break the Top Twenty.” He looked to Gus for confirmation.

“To be fair, he hasn’t known you very long.”

“Thank God,” Lassiter muttered.

“We’re there,” the Doctor informed them.

“Hey, Shawn!” Jack called from the console. “Just a heads-up. He knows about you, too.”

“Thanks, Jack.”

“Be careful.” Jules kissed him on the cheek.

“You know me.” Shawn grinned and opened the door.


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