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Kay Sara Sara (13/?)

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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Shawn and Gus fell to the middle of the pack where they were surrounded by those with guns. When Alan volunteered to contact Amy, Shawn thought it would be a neat chance to observe what happened. He was disappointed when Alan continued on, swatting Shawn out of the way as he tried to watch his face.

When he suddenly stopped, Jack came up from where he had been covering their rear – though, with Jack, he was probably checking them out, too – to stand beside him.

“What’s happening? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Jack answered. “He’s just not home at the moment.”

“Oh, okay.” Gus acted like this was nothing new.

Shawn turned to Gus. “Dude, how is this okay? This is so cool!”

“We’ve seen him do it before,” his father replied.

“Where was I?” How had he missed out on something so amazing?

“It was your mind he went into.”

“He should get a medal for that,” commented Lassiter.

“He’s a very highly-decorated soldier in his own time,” the Doctor informed them.

With a sudden gasp, Alan was back with them, “Houston, we have a problem.” Jack and Juliet guided him to a chair. “We have to get past him to reach Amy.”

“Can’t you just pop up there and get her?”

“Shawn, there’s no way Alan can do that,” Juliet stated. “Look how much this has taken out of him.”

She did have a point. Alan looked drained.

“I can get you up there fast,” Jack volunteered. “He knows me and shouldn’t hurt me. The rest of you can come up once he concentrates on me.”

To stave off the argument that was about to start, the Doctor took charge. “I’ll go with Jack. Henry, Carlton and Juliet will enter the room as soon as it’s safe for Amy. Shawn and Gus wait with Alan.”

Shawn was about to argue, but noticed Gus visibly relax. He settled for a pout.

Jack and the Doctor popped off and the members of the SBPD cautiously climbed the stairs, but not before Lassiter handed one of his backup weapons to Alan “just in case”. Shawn watched them the whole way as Gus held a bit of a one-sided conversation with Alan. If I time it just right, I’ll be up there before they notice and try to send me back. He edged closer to the foot of the stairs.

“Don’t you dare, Shawn. The Doctor told us to stay here.”

“No, he didn’t. He said ‘wait’, which I’ve done.”

“Alan, help me out here.” Gus looked at the military man.

“Shawn.” Alan held out Lassiter’s gun. “Don’t shoot anyone you’re not supposed to.”

With a nod, Shawn headed upstairs. He waited until he saw his dad, Jules and Lassie enter the room before going down the hall where he waited out of sight. The tableau in front of him was…interesting. Hoffman was in the center of the room, his attention on the Doctor and Jack, as was the plan. He didn’t know what they were talking about but they were projecting calm and relaxed. Behind Hoffman, Jules and Lassie had their guns aimed his way, should he make a move that didn’t meet with their approval. But where was his dad? It was at that moment that he came out of the far room carrying Amy protectively. Shawn hadn’t felt this proud of his dad since he was a kid.

Hoffman went nuts when he saw Amy, ranting about the future. He lunged, only to stop at the sight of guns aimed at him. Lassiter and Jules couldn’t make the shot for fear of hitting Jack or the Doctor. Shawn, however, had a clear shot and hit the man, knocking him back a few steps.

Jack looked at him with a smile. “Nice shootin’.”

“I thought you were with Alan,” said the Doctor.

“You told me to wait, so I waited.”

Jules put handcuffs on Hoffman, who was muttering something about timelines. “Shawn, that was amazing. How did you…”

“Raised by a cop and you didn’t think I could shoot?

“Not well.” Lassiter grabbed Hoffman by the arm. “Where’d you get the gun?”

“It’s yours.”

Lassiter sputtered incoherently.

“Despite her looks, this girl is no lightweight,” Henry said as he adjusted his grip.

“She’s certainly no pushover,” agreed the Doctor.

“Dad, let me--” Shawn made to take Amy and relieve his father.

“I’ve got her. It’s just not time for an ice cream social.” He started for the stairs.

“Ooh, if we’re being ice cream, I’m Rocky Road!” Lassiter just ignored him and pushed past with Hoffman. Jules followed, covering her partner. “Jules, you’d be either Strawberry Shortcake or Pink Bubblegum.”

“C’mon, Shawn.” The Doctor put a guiding hand on Shawn’s shoulder.

Shawn let himself be guided downstairs as he was lost in thought. OK, Lassie would be Rum Raisin, ‘cause, really, who likes that? Dad… Dad would be either Phish Food or Cherry Garcia. Amy is Raspberry Ripple just to hear her say it with that cute accent. Jack would be Mint Chocolate Chip – the green kind – and Alan would be Neapolitan. The Doctor would be Vanilla Fudge Swirl – apparently harmless on the outside with something dark churning underneath. Gus would be chocolate chip cookie dough, without a doubt. Damn, now I want a sundae!


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