Brokeback Psychic (Psych Love Drabble/Ficlet Series)
By Andie O'Neill
Genre: Humor, Pre-Slash
Pairing: Shawn/Lassiter (Shassie)
Summary: Shawn finally watches "Brokeback Mountain" and he's getting ideas while on his camping trip with Lassiter and Henry.
A/N: So out of pure boredom and because I was stuck at a stupid ALL DAY seminar for work, I've written a bunch of Psych drabbles. I call it "Psych Love Drabble/Ficlet Series" (awesome title, I know.)
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters or the show.
Henry Spencer knew inviting Carlton Lassiter on his and Shawn's camping trip had been a bad idea from the start, but he'd had no other choice. He sure as hell wasn't going to be spending the weekend alone with his son. He hadn't been lying when he'd told the kid he drove Henry a little crazy. Lassiter was the only solution. It had taken some convincing to get the head detective to join them on the trip, but he'd finally managed to get Lassiter to agree after promising to let the detective use his boat whenever he wanted for fishing. He'd even sweetened the deal by adding in a few fishing rods Henry had gotten especially for Shawn that had never been used.
With a sigh Henry frowned, wondering where the hell his son was as they backed up the gear into his truck. Lassiter had checked his watch once or twice, reminding Henry that they should have gotten on the road hours ago. Henry was just about to get out his phone and call the kid when he noticed someone walking down the street in a tan cowboy hat. "Oh for cryin' out loud," he muttered under his breath, resisting the urge to groan. This had been a really, really bad idea. He'd told Gus not to let him watch 'Brokeback Mountain' before their trip….
Lassiter seemed to notice the Spencer currently walking down the street and looked over at Henry in confusion. "Uh Henry, why the hell is Spencer dressed up as a cowboy?" he asked.
Before Henry could answer Shawn reached the house, smiling happily. "Hey guys! Sorry I'm late… oh Lassie, I got you something, hope you don't mind!" he spoke, pulling a black cowboy hat from behind his back. "What do you say cowboy? Ready to spend a few nights under the stars, enjoying the cool crisp air?" he asked.
Lassiter took the hat in hesitation. "Uh… I suppose," he muttered, looking back at Henry.
Henry had a feeling he'd be giving Lassiter his boat by the end of the trip the way things were looking. "Shawn… you do realize I'll be there too…" he reminded his son, desperately hoping to derail any ideas his kid had come up with after watching that damn movie.
"Yeah, yeah… whatever Dad!" he spoke, waving his hand, dismissing him. Henry sighed, rubbing his eyes, and silently hoping that Lassiter didn't kill his son… or worse yet that his tent was sound proof in case the detective didn't kill his son. He was going to kill Guster….