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Kay Sara Sara (18/18)

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: 1441
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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“I guess it won’t be long before everyone starts to leave,” said Gus.

“Probably.” Shawn gazed out the window, unseeing. With Hart and Hoffman gone, there really wasn’t much keeping the others around. Jack had already gone. The Doctor would take Amy home to her fiancé and Alan would go home for recuperation.

“It’ll be kinda weird when they leave, like the day after Christmas.”

That was a pretty good comparison. The build-up, the rush, then – poof – nothing.

“Would you go?”


“If Alan or the Doctor, or even Jack, asked you to travel with them again, would you go?”

“I doubt it. I mean, I loved the times I went, but it just requires too much energy, you know? Besides, I was shot at and possessed by an alien.”

“You get shot at here.” Gus pulled into his dad’s driveway.

“True. But it’s a whole different vibe when it’s not here.” An idea came to him as Gus shut off the engine. “Maybe you should go.”

“What?” he sputtered. “You think I want to run the risk of being possessed by aliens? No thank you.”

“I’ve only been on two trips and I’ve met Houdini and Arthur Conan Doyle plus I got a letter from that lady named after a ship.”

“She was not named after the QE2.” Gus got out of the car and shut the door. “I will admit meeting someone famous or witnessing an historic moment does have its attractions – as long as we don’t go too far.”

“What?” Shawn closed the door behind him. “How far is too far?”

Gus gave him one of those looks, the one that said “Don’t be an idiot”.

Then he caught on. “Gus, don’t even think that. Though, if we needed to, we could just pretend you were mine.”

“Don’t go there, Shawn.”

“It could work. We’d only pretend in public. I wouldn’t treat you any differently and I promise not to change your name to Toby.” He grinned as he opened the kitchen door.

“How long does it take to walk from the car to the house?” asked Amy from the table. “We were thinking about sending out a search party.”

“Would it have had one of those dogs with the little kegs around their neck?” asked Shawn as he went to the fridge and took out a small can of pineapple juice his dad continued to keep on hand.

“Of course.” She smiled.

“All right, then.” He joined her at the table. “How’re you holding up?”

“I’m doing okay. Had a good cry earlier and got it out of my system. After that, tea and girl talk.”

“Really? That’s it? I was expecting something a little more…”

“Sleepover?” Juliet entered and Shawn turned his face towards her for a kiss. “Amy’s just gone through something very traumatic. We did not do our nails and talk about boys.”

Shawn almost missed it when Amy looked down, suddenly interested in her tea. “So, any boys in particular?” he grinned.

Juliet just rolled her eyes and leaned back against the counter. “What happened at the station?’

“Nobody else told you?”

“Nobody else is here, Shawn,” put in Gus.

“Whaddya know? I got here before Mr. Punctual.”

“The Doctor probably made him stop for something,” commented Amy. “So, what happened?”

“We met a friend of Jack’s who is acting as the officer sent to take Hoffman back to England. Oh, and he flirted with Lassie, which was priceless.” Shawn chuckled at the memory. “I thought he was going to grind his teeth down to the gums. Alan gave his official statement and retrieved his stuff.”

“What about Hoffman?” asked Juliet.

“Jack’s friend John is going to take him back to their own time. The official story is going to be a crash on the way to the airport. I kinda zoned-out on the details.”

“You’d better talk with Lassiter or Mr. Spencer,” Gus said. “They were there for the whole thing.”

Shawn heard a car in the driveway. “Must be Pops now. Do you think he’ll cook us something?”

“Shawn, that fridge is stuffed with leftovers,” Juliet scolded.

“Just don’t let the Doctor cook. His taste buds are…”

“Alien?” Shawn supplied.


The door opened and the Doctor made a beeline for Amy, wrapping her in a huge hug. “I’m sorry,” he apologized. “I never would have—”

“It’s okay. I know.” She cried a little into his shoulder.

Shawn was still amazed at the depth of their bond forged over such a relatively short time. The experiences must have been rather intense. It was more familial than romantic. He felt Juliet take his hand and squeeze it. After spending the day with Amy, she was taking more away from this than he was.

The Doctor ended the hug. “Good, because I don’t hold with malingerers,” he blustered as he covered wiping the tears from his face.

“You’d think a hummingbird a malingerer,” commented Alan.

“Alan!” Amy crossed the room and hugged him. “You’re walking!”

“Yeah. I had a good doctor.”

The Doctor rolled his eyes at what must have been an old joke. “C’mon, Pond.” He headed for the living room and the TARDIS.”

“You’re leaving just like that?” questioned Juliet.

“He’s not one for goodbyes,” said Alan.

“I’m not leaving until I say goodbye to Henry,” stated Amy.

“Where is he?” asked Shawn. “I thought he drove you guys here.”

“Went to get the post.” The Doctor leaned against the wall.

“Why is it you don’t stay?” asked Gus.

“It all becomes too mundane, too ordinary. The people truly invested in the outcome should be the ones to fix it, not an outsider.”

“You’re only an outsider because you make yourself one,” said Henry as he entered the kitchen. “You’ve been accepted into this group. I’m sure Alan and his friends have done the same. I bet there are more wherever you’ve been.”

“Whoa, Dad, that’s pretty deep. I didn’t know you had it in you.”

“You just never listen.”

Shawn thought about it for a moment and realized he was probably right.

“A friend once told me that I had the biggest family on Earth.”

“Well, she’s right,” commented Alan.

“What makes you so sure it was a woman?” The Doctor was indignant.

“Just playing the odds.” Alan smiled. “And if it’s who I think it is, she knows you better than most.”

The Doctor smiled wistfully, most likely remembering the woman in question.

“So, you staying?” asked Shawn.

Everyone looked at the Doctor, awaiting his answer. Amy employed a pleading look that Shawn felt he could take lessons on. The Doctor in turn looked at each of them in search of an ally. Finding none, he broke.

“Fine, but only one day, then Amy, Shawn and I are off.”

Juliet and Gus turned to Shawn and he could tell they were both upset he hadn’t said anything. His dad didn’t seem the least bit surprised. “Um, I think I’m staying this time,” he answered.

“Really?” The Doctor appeared hurt by this supposed defection. “You were upset when you thought Amy and I were planning a trip without you.”

“Yeah, I know, but that was before I came home. I’m not saying no to any further trips, though,” he added quickly, “From either of you,” he said to include Alan. He entwined his fingers with Julet’s.

“Well, okay, then. To each his own, I guess.”

“Just ignore him,” said Amy. “I think it’s sweet.”

Shawn raised an eyebrow at that comment and she only grinned wider.

“Right.” Henry clapped his hands together. “What do you want to do during your last day in Santa Barbara?”


“Yes!” agreed Shawn.

“Too expensive,” said Henry.

“Too far,” added Gus.

“I could take us in the TARDIS,” volunteered the Doctor.

“No. I am not trusting you in that until it’s time to leave.” The Doctor opened his mouth to argue. “Twelve years,” she stated with emphasis.

The Doctor looked affronted but didn’t argue. “We could always go to a museum.”

“No!” they all shouted.

“Fine.” The Doctor crossed his arms. “Next time, we’re going to a museum.”

“This is California. There’s got to be something going on.”

“Gus, you’re usually a font of information like this, usually to the point of overflowing. “What’ve you got?”

As Gus began listing choices for Amy and the Doctor, Shawn leaned against Juliet, feeling it to be the most natural thing. He looked across the room where Alan caught his eye. The officer gave a slow smile and nodded in approval. His dad toasted him with his Coke.

Yep, he had definitely made the right choice.



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