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MONDAY - ONE WORD

Hi everyone! I’m chibifukurou and I’ll be enabling your comment_fic addiction this week.

Today’s theme is One Word. Today all the prompts have to be one word long.  Think it sounds easy? It is, and even better the possibilities are as endless as the words in the dictionary.

But wait before you let your excitement overwhelm you let’s have a quick review of
The Rules
:

        Don’t prompt more than 5 prompts in a row or 3 prompts per fandom. When someone has answered your prompt, you can prompt again.

 

        No spoilers in your prompt until at least 1 week after the original airing or publication date. If there are spoilers in your fic, you must warn in bold and leave at least 3 spaces.

 

        Thank your fic providers they thrive on feedback.

 

        For the sake of the code monkeys’ sanity remember to format your prompts correctly.

Formatting examples:

Leverage, Parker, supercalifragilisticexpialidocious

CWRPS, Jensen/Misha, bed

Smallville /DCU, Lex/Brainiac 5, legend



None of today's prompts interest you? Make someone’s day and answer one of the myriad of

 Lonely Prompts!

[theme tag=OneWord]

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tigriswolf
Oct. 26th, 2009 12:28 pm (UTC)
Psych, Lassiter/Shawn, (outside pov) observant
moon_destiny
Oct. 27th, 2009 05:09 am (UTC)
Psych, Lassiter/Shawn, (outside pov) observant
Karen Vick did not become the Chief for no reason. It was part of her job to always be on top of things, and to know what was going on in her police station. So it came as quite a surprise when, one day, she looked up from her paperwork to see a strange sight.

Shawn, the resident psychic of the SBPD, had perched himself on top of her head detective's desk, swinging his jean-clad legs like a carefree kid might. O'Hara was across from him, engaged in a heated discussion with Burton Guster, who was leaning over her shoulder a little too closely and pointing out things on her open laptop.

It wasn't so much the scene that was unusual as she had encountered it more than a couple of times when things were going slow in the crime world, and the four friends could just relax and chat. (Karen hesitated to use the word friends as that would imply that the four of them saw each other outside of work, which they did not baring any department-held games or trips to the bar, but it fit them in that she knew they all cared about each other in some way, even Detective Lassiter and Shawn, who butted heads more often than two siblings did.)

No, it wasn't that particular scene. It was in observing Shawn that she noticed something different. He wasn't goofing around or making the room erupt in laughter or getting psychic visions to bet on who had what for lunch, no he was just leaning back on his hands, and looking at the Detective bent over his report with a smile on his face that Karen could only call 'contented,' which made her confused because it would've been the last word she'd have used in conjunction with the way Shawn and Lassiter behaved toward each other.

Shawn looked like he was lost in his own world, just gazing at the detective, being calmer than Karen had ever seen him.

She contemplated why Shawn looked so interested in watching Lassiter work, why he was OK just sitting there. In the past few months, something had changed between them. Their relationship, once so volatile and hostile, had now simmered down. Oh, there were still barbs and jokes made at Lassiter’s expense, and Lassiter still made his displeasure known at working with the psychic consultants but Karen had a feeling that now that displeasure was more centered toward him being protective of the two civilians and not because of his fear of being one-upped by a kid who, in Lassiter’s eyes, did nothing to earn his respect but joke around serious matters.

She kept looking at them, trying to interpret Shawn and failing miserably like she always did when it came to figuring out Shawn.

And then Lassiter got up, filing away his report, and slinging back his suit jacket over his holster, Shawn never once taking his eyes off him or his actions. They stood next to each other, and seemed to be saying goodbye to O’Hara and Gus, who didn’t look up from whatever they were searching on the laptop but merely waved at their friends as Shawn and Lassiter headed out the door, walking away too closely together than was strictly necessary.

All the way to the front door, they had done nothing to create some distance between them, but did everything to not let the nearness they did have open up.

Karen sat up from her chair, going to her glass-paneled door and watched them walk out of the police station.

Huh.

This certainly warranted some further investigating.
tigriswolf
Oct. 27th, 2009 08:09 pm (UTC)
Re: Psych, Lassiter/Shawn, (outside pov) observant
Thank you!

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