A/N: I was just reading over this story again and inspiration struck. This thing practically wrote itself, in about ten minutes. I apologize for any OOCness, it's been over a year since I last watched Psych.


"You've got ten minutes, Shawn. That's all I can give you."

Shawn muttered his thanks at Jay the Security Guard (and old friend of Shawn's from his days as a hot dog vendor in Chicago) and entered the visitor's room. It was tiny and windowless, and immediately, Shawn felt trapped. Then the guards brought in Despereaux and the feeling worsened tenfold.

"Mr. Spencer," Despereaux said pleasantly in greeting. Shawn didn't reply.

"We'll leave you alone," Jay said. "Remember, Shawn, ten minutes."

Shawn nodded sharply. His mouth was too dry to form words and there was cold sweat on his brow already. How could he have thought this was a good idea? He should have offered Carlton's offer of coming along. Or Gus'. Or... well, not Henry's. There was no way that could end well.

Despereaux sat down in one of the two chairs in the room, raising an eyebrow at Shawn. "I must say I am surprised to see you, Shawn. For six months, I hear nothing of you and now... here you are." He cocked his head. "Just why are you here, exactly?"

Shawn sat down opposite Despereaux, still keeping a weary eye on him despite the older man being in handcuffs. "I don't know," he finally replied honestly. "I guess I... had to see you. To make sure you were still in prison and not off living the high life in Copenhagen or something."

"Believe me Shawn," Despereaux said charmingly. "If I had escaped, you would be the first to know."

An involuntary shiver ran through Shawn. "Because I'd be dead?"

Despereaux shrugged. "Dead or wishing to be."

Shawn stood up and stalked over to the door, fully intent on calling Jay back in. "This was a mistake. I swear, you're creepier than Yang."

"I was joking, Shawn," Despereaux said with a wave of his hand. "Sit down. As difficult as it may be to believe, I am no longer mad with you."

Shawn stopped and furrowed his brow. He turned back to Despereaux. "Seriously?"

"I have no reason to be. As far as I am concerned, we are even." Despereaux smiled disarmingly. "We both got in good shots at each other. Admittedly, mine was made of lead and probably hurt considerably more-"

"Left a scar, too," Shawn muttered.

"-but they were equally emasculating," Despereaux finished. "No, Shawn, I have no unfinished business with you. Your Head Detective on the other hand..."

Shawn's expression hardened. "Then you're mistaken, Pierre. If you want anything to do with Lassie, you have to go through me first."

Despereaux looked annoyed at that. "Is that still going on?"

"If by 'that', you mean my relatioship with Lassie, then yes," Shawn said, a bit proudly. And for a good reason, those four months and counting with Lassie made up the longest relationship of his adult life.

"Really now, what does he have that I do not?"

"You mean besides morals?"

Despereaux faked a hurt look. "You wound me, Spencer."


Shawn turned around to see Jay peeking through the door.

"Just a few seconds more," he said. Jay looked nervous, but nodded nevertheless and went out into the hallway again.

"I have to go," Shawn told Despereaux needlessly. The older man sighed in disappointment.

"It has been a pleasure talking with you again, Shawn," he said.

Shawn nodded. "I wish I could say likewise, but... it really hasn't been."

Despereaux grinned. "Come now, Shawn. You can't say you haven't missed me one bit."

"Actually, I can," Shawn protested.

Despereaux raised an eyebrow. "Then why did you come see me?"

"I told you, I don't know." Shawn shrugged. "Closure?"

Despereaux stood up and walked up to Shawn, who instinctively took a few steps back. The criminal kept walking until he had backed Shawn into the wall.

"What are you doing?" Shawn said with a note of hysteria in his voice. Logically, he knew there was little Despereaux could do to hurt him with his hands cuffed and guards standing just outside the door, but it was really hard to think logically with the subject of most of his nightmares cornering him.

"Giving you closure."

It really shouldn't have come as a surprise to Shawn when Despereaux's lips closed over his, but he still squeeked. For one moment he flailed around, before gaining his senses and pushing Despereaux away. Strangely enough, the older man obeyed immediately and even took a few steps back of his own accord.

Shawn blinked. "Okay then."

"Time's up," Jay announced as he walked back into the room. "Sorry, Shawn."

Shawn shook his head, while Despereaux continued to look extremely pleased with himself. "It's... that's fine. I was just about to leave, anyway."

He out stumbled into the hallway, Jay following him, looking slightly worried.

"Do visit again any time you feel like it, Mr. Spencer," Despereaux called after him.

Smug bastard.

But as he walked out of the prison, Shawn couldn't help but feel lighter than he had in months. He'd come here uncertain of just what he wanted, and he'd gotten closure... of sorts.

Because he'd met with Despereaux - he'd even shared a kiss with him - and he hadn't once felt like a victim (okay, except for a slight moment there when he was being backed against the wall). It was a surprisingly freeing realization.

And with an honest-to-God skip in his step, Shawn headed home.

(This time it really is) THE END