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Kay Sara Sara (17/18)

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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Alan stretched out on the bench after Shawn, Gus and Jack left on a smoothie run. The Doctor was pacing because it was

impossible for him to stay still so long. Alan could tell he still felt responsible over what had happened to Amy.

“It’s not your fault,” Alan reminded him. “As you said inside, we all should have known.”

“That was about you, not Amy. We’ve not been travelling long at all and I’ve nearly cost her a family.”

Time for another Time Lord pep talk. “I can’t say I know what it’s like for you to have companions that come and

go, but there’s something about each one of them that calls to you. You know they can handle travelling with you and what

it entails. You knew, inside, when you asked Amy into the TARDIS that she could swing it. I know I’ve only just met Amy,

but after what I’ve seen, I can tell she’ll bounce back. Okay, more likely be pissed as hell.”

The Doctor chuckled. “Too right.” He sat down on the bench. “Maybe I should call you next time instead of going to see

Sigmund. This is much more relaxing than lying on a couch in a smoke-filled study.”

“Can’t say as I’ve had the honor of meeting the man.”

“No great loss. Interesting theories but he had his own obsessions. What about you? How are you holding up with the idea

of a trans-temporal stalker?”

“It’s a little weird, but it comes with the territory, I guess. Now I’m going to be thinking of other visits.”

“Hoffman was the only doolally one. The rest of us have a healthy respect for what you’re doing.” John Hart strolled up

to the bench. “Can’t believe Jack never told me he knew you.”

“Maybe he was too busy falling from an office building.”

“Ah. He told you about that, did he?”

“But he also said he believed you’ve changed.” The Doctor looked at Hart as if daring him to challenge the statement.

“I witnessed what he was willing to do for his team, for this planet, and I wanted to learn why.” He sat on the bench

between them. “It’s amazing.”

“It is, isn’t it?” the Doctor agreed. “The people are fascinating. They always find a way to overcome. I think that must

be part of the reason as to why I keep coming back.”

“And I thought it was for our personality.” He looked over at Hart. “I guess if you’re out here, things went well with

Chief Vick?”

“They’re just setting up the official story to cover their collective arse.”

“Down, boy,” Jack said as he walked up with Shawn and Gus.

“What?”

“Oh, I know that look.” Jack turned to Alan and the Doctor. “Did he just say ‘ass’?”

“Yeah, he did.” Alan gave a crooked smile. “It was in regards to Vick, Lassie and Henry.”

Shawn nearly choked on his drink and Gus pounded him on the back. “Oh, that is just gross,” he moaned when he recovered.

“Shall we go back inside, then? See what the others have come up with?” The Doctor stood.

“Do we have to?” Alan tried not to whine. “I’ll come in when they need my signature so I can get my machine.” He closed

his eyes and leaned back against the bench. “I just want to sit out here drinking in the sun and the iced coffee Shawn

has yet to give me.”

“Damn, he’s good,” stated Gus as he put the cup in Alan’s waiting hand.

“You don’t need me in there,” said Jack as he sat on the bench. “You guys are more involved in this than me.”

“Sounds like a good idea,” agreed Hart.

“Sorry, you gotta go.” Jack shoved the other Time Agent. “You’ve got a major role to play.”

“Yeah, c’mon. If you flirt like Jack, it’ll drive Lassie crazy.” Shawn pulled on Hart’s arm

“I guess that could be fun.”

Alan cracked a smile. [Nice going, Shawn!]

Shawn gave a little salute as he went along with Gus, Hart and the Doctor.

“Hoffman told you, didn’t he?” Jack asked him.

“About Amy’s daughter killing the Doctor? Yeah.”

“Did he tell you why or how?”

“I don’t want to know, Jack. It’s hard enough keeping that one little detail secret.”

“There’s this group that doesn’t want the Doctor around. They kidnap Amy and Rory’s newborn daughter and raise her to

believe the Doctor is evil and must die. After she did it, she was arrested, put on trial, found guilty and imprisoned in

the Stormcage Containment Facility.”

“Jack, why are you telling me this?”

“I just wanted you to know that she had no control over what happened, that she was forced to do it. I can relate because

the Time Agency took two years of my life and I might have done something in that time that could be just as horrific, if

not more so.”

Alan was stunned. How could an organization have an employee do something undoubtedly heinous and erase it from his mind?

Jack was right; it really wasn’t much different than what happened to Amy’s daughter.

“Have you told the Doctor?”

“When I first met him.”

“And he didn’t do anything? That’s surprising.”

“Yeah, well, I think he was more interested in showing Rose the universe than finding out what an ex-Time Agent con-

artist had done.”

“I’d love to give those bastards a piece of my mind!” Alan couldn’t help but become indignant on Jack’s behalf.

“As much as I’d love to see their faces when you show up, it’s not necessary. Besides, it’s your future. I don’t think

it’s worth the risk.”

“You are, Jack.”

“Thanks.”

They sat basking in the sun until a long shadow blocked its rays. “Colonel, Captain, the Chief sent me to get you. You’re

wanted inside.” Buzz headed back inside.

“I’m outside a police station being told I’m wanted. That’s a first.” Alan stood.

“For me, not so much.” Jack handed him the crutches. “Seriously, you’ve never been wanted?”

“By the police? Only twice. One was part of a sting and the other was mistaken identity.”

“You do not hang with the right people.”

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