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Kay Sara Sara (15/?)

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: 1104
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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Amy woke up slowly and felt a little disoriented. She opened her eyes to see that she was in the TARDIS infirmary and not her own room. She really didn’t remember much about her abduction except for needles. She shuddered.

“Amy?” An older voice filled with concern. A hand gripped hers.

She turned her head and saw Henry looking at her. “Henry?” she tried to sit up but she was too weak and Henry had to help her. “What’s going on? Where is everyone?”

“Lassiter and Juliet are waiting for a patrol car to take Hoffman away. Alan had to see him carried off. And Shawn, well, Shawn feels it will lend credence if he’s there acting like an idiot. Jack and Gus are working on cleaning out the room where you were kept so there’ll be no trace.”

“I bet that hurts you to say that.”

“It does, but it keeps you out of everything.”

“So you got stuck here watching over me.”

“I volunteered.”

Amy had a flash of memory. “You’re the one who carried me out of the room.” She was overcome with emotion at the thought of this older man - one she’s known barely over a week – had carried her that distance and most likely without complaint. Rory began to complain the moment he picked her up.

Henry had the grace to look embarrassed. “You remember that?”

Amy was lying in the small bed in a cramped room with God only knew what drugs running through the IV. She heard the muffled voices from the outer room and she recognized the Doctor and Jack. She tried to call out, but was too weak. When the door started to open, she pulled back, trying to make herself small.

“Amy?” The voice was soft, tentative.

She looked up and saw Henry and started to cry.

“C’mon, no tears.” He removed the IV from her arm and she barely felt a thing. “Can you walk?”

Amy shook her head, which caused her some pain. She could barely sit up, let alone walk.

“Okay, then.” He put one arm under her legs and the other at her back before gently lifting her.

Amy wrapped her arms around his neck and rested her head against his chest. She couldn’t remember feeling this safe and secure since her father used to carry her upstairs to bed when she was a child. She let go of consciousness.

“Just vaguely,” she told Henry. “I only remember your face. Everything’s still a little foggy.” She yawned.

Henry smiled. “Why don’t you get some rest? We should have some more info when you wake up.”

She snuggled back into the pillows and closed her eyes. “Thank you, Henry.”

“Sleep well, kiddo.”


Amy woke to see Juliet in the chair previously occupied by Henry. “Hey.”

“Amy.” She stood and dropped her magazine to the seat. “How are you feeling?”

“Much better than before.” Her stomach rumbled. “And hungry.”

“The Doctor said if you were ready, you could get up.”

“Why isn’t he here?”

“He kept checking in on you, but he couldn’t stay put.”

Amy chuckled as she tried to picture the Time Lord attempting patience. She rested an arm on Juliet’s. “Can you take me to my room so I can get a change of clothes?”


They walked along slowly and it didn’t take long for Juliet to start with the questions. “Amy, what do you remember of your abduction?”

“I remember when he took us. I remember being hooked up to the IV drops in that tiny, little room and not much else until I heard Alan in my head and Henry came into the room. Why?”

“I was wondering if he said anything to you about why he took you.”

They reached her room and Amy motioned for the chair. Juliet eased her down. “I don’t remember anything of what he said – he kept me well-drugged – but I do know that he felt really strongly about it to the point of being loony.”

Juliet was going through her wardrobe to find a comfortable outfit. “Jack said Hoffman was a bit obsessed.”

“You know why, don’t you?” Amy noticed Juliet pause. “You know what he did as well.”

Juliet sat on the edge of the bed and set the clothes down next to her. “He, um, told Alan that one of your descendants was going to do something truly horrible and he wanted to prevent that from ever happening.”

“There’s no way to do that without killing me, unless… Oh, my God!” She wrapped her arms about her stomach. The only other way was to stop her from having children altogether.

Juliet knelt in front of her. “Jack knew what drugs were used and the Doctor was able to flush them from your system. He said you’re fine.” She gave a small smile.

“Why isn’t he here? Thought I’d break into tears?”

“No. He wanted to be the one to tell you, but I insisted that I be the one. I thought another woman might make you a bit more comfortable. If I overstepped, I’m sorry.”

Amy wiped her cheeks. “No, I’m glad it was you. The Doctor would have begun to talk all clinical, you know? With the guys, there’d be just a lot of awkward silence after the initial small talk.”

“Henry said you could use the master bath if you wanted. He’d keep everyone away so you wouldn’t have to face them ‘til you’re ready.”

“Does he have a bath?”

“I’m not sure, but I believe he does.” Juliet smiled.


“Okay. Let me call Henry.”

As Juliet made the call, Amy sat in the chair staring at the mark on her hand from the needle. She still found it hard to grasp that her kidnapper went after her for something her too-many-greats-to-count-grandchild would do in 3000 years.


Amy looked up at Juliet. “No one’ll be around?”

“Henry decided now’s a good time to take Alan to the station. Naturally, the others want to go as well.”

Amy and Juliet slowly made their way through the TARDIS and then up the stairs to Henry’s master bath. Juliet started the water and checked the temperature before putting on some bubble bath. “That should be okay. I’ll be downstairs if you want me.” She headed for the door.

“Thank you, Juliet.”

With a smile, Juliet left, closing the door behind her.

After a moment, Amy sighed and stripped out of her clothes. She then stepped into the bath and lay down, submerging herself up to her neck. Alone and vulnerable, she began to sob.


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