The Road to Tikihama - deltacephei - Psych. There were times when sleep didn't come easily to Shawn. He would never in a million years, plus or minus a few ice ages, admit it, but their cases often kept him awake at night. Rather than sleeping soundly in his bed (or anyone else's, he wasn't that picky) Shawn would find himself riding his motorcycle around Santa Barbara, usually at a speed that his father would call reckless, and without a warm enough jacket, which his mother would disapprove of. Somewhere in the back of his mind he was aware that most people stopped defying their parents purely out of spite sometime in their late teens. But Shawn wasn't most people. For one, he was almost constantly out of gas and out of money.
But Gus had grown up, the traitor, which meant no extra gas, which meant no aimless, cool-looking motorcycle-riding into the night. Or he hung out at the office, which had an XBox, a TiVo, lots of sugary food supplies, and a complete collection of Knight Rider tapes to show for itself. "Dude," Shawn said. Insane far beyond her years. Nixa jane's fanfiction - PSYCH: The Dah-Ling Store-It-Yourself (PG-13), Shawn/Lassiter. The bad news is that one of Lassiter's highest profile arrests has just escaped from prison.
The worse news is that his best hope of tracking him down is a sleep-deprived Shawn Spencer. Henry was wandering back from the bathroom when he saw the light was still on in Shawn’s room. He frowned and opened the door. Shawn was balanced on a footstool, wide-eyed and intent, putting a little Lego flag on the top of a Lego castle spire. “Shawn, what are you doing?” Shawn tumbled from the stool in surprise, before blinking up at his father in confusion. “It’s three in the morning,” Henry snapped. “I know! Henry’s eyes were narrowed. “Dad, I’m nine,” Shawn said wryly. “Just checking,” Henry said, fighting back a grin. “I don’t have time to sleep!” “It’ll still be there in the morning,” Henry said. “It’ll still be half-finished in the morning,” Shawn said.
“With homework, Shawn,” Henry said. ”That’s a double-standard!” “How long have you been doing this?” “I don’t know, Sunday, maybe? "Lassie! " “Hey! Insane far beyond her years. Rispacooper: Fic, Psych, Five Things..., R slash, part 1/2. Title: Five Ways That Lassi Might Figure Out How Shawn is a Big Fake Faker (And One Way He Really Does) Author: RispacooperFandom: PsychPairing(s): Lassiter/OMC, Lassiter/Shawn and then um..nope still Lassiter/Shawn. Lassiter/Gus in a purely platonic sense. Rating: R at most. Summary: Just what the title says. Vague Spoilers for Seasons One and Two. 1. After two exhausting weeks of all night stakeouts, and triple shifts following double shifts, after two blissfully Spencer-free and thus incredibly productive weeks, Carlton should be sleeping like a baby.
His house is too quiet, dead even compared to the relative hush of the station around 4 am. Other people out having fun. Carlton wasn’t entirely devoid of experience; he had seen MTV. Spencer had been gone from the station for about two weeks. He’d shot her an approving nod the next morning and dove back into work. The laughter should have been comforting. “Consider it a reward for all your hard work, Detective.” Mental health leave.