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Story Notes:
This is my little project I've been working on! It's semi-based off of the Stargate Atlantis episode "Duet". I watched it recently and it popped into my head, "Wouldn't this be great with Shawn and Lassie?" If you've seen the episode, you know EXACTLY where I'm going with this. XD I wasn't sure if I wanted to finish it first and then post a bunch of chapters at once or post it as I wrote, but at this point I'm just way to excited to NOT share it with everyone. XD HUGE thanks to PineappleHead for helping me brainstorm and encouraging me to continue! I hope you like the end result! :)
Author's Chapter Notes:
This is kinda a teaser trailer for a new story I've been working on! I know it's not a lot but I just got so excited that I couldn't resist posting it. XD I do have a few more chapters done (or almost done) but I'm going to save them for a little bit - Please be patient! I want to make sure they're completely done before I post them. :) Anyways, read on and I hope you enjoy!

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11:24 P.M.

"Stupid Spencer and his stupid visions. Why doesn't the idiot just stop and actually show some respect for once in his stupid life? If the Chief would just let me at him for five minutes, I'd-"

Lassiter continued to grumble as he fumbled with his keys, mentally cursing at the dark. Finally managing to disengage the lock, he made a beeline for his bedroom, dropping his keys and his gun on his nightstand as he flopped onto his bed, sighing.

"Moron," he started, then unleashed a string of profanity into his pillow with his hands balled into tight fists. When he started to run out of air, he turned himself over onto his side, wincing as he accidentally put pressure onto his sore jaw.

Today had been the type of day that not even a shooting range full of immobile squirrel could fix. And even with Spencer hanging around, it took a very special level of terrible to become that far gone. It wasn't even that anything so horrible had happened - it was more like a string of bad things that just kept on coming. All. Day. Long.

Lassiter's fingers traced circles on the pillow next to him, and he suddenly felt ten times worse. He missed Marlowe. Is she were here, she would know exactly what to say to make him feel better.

Lassiter frowned, then cursed Ursula, then cursed Spencer again. In order to distract himself from the empty sheets next to him, he let his mind wander off on the rabbit trail that is Spencer - Police work used to be so easy, dang it! - because being angry was so much easier than being . . . well, anything else. So Lassiter threw of his frustrations into his pillow, tossed in a few more curses, and that, sprinkled with a dash of loneliness and just a pinch of anxiety, made the perfect self-pity soup.

He never even noticed he was falling asleep.

The last thing he could remember before finally falling away was a desperate wish that Spencer would not be at the station the next morning, coming hand-in-hand with a promise that he would not ask for anything else for as long as he lived if God would just grant him this one thing . . .

3:04 A.M.

"Uh, the lady at the counter wanted a fresh batch of Strawberry-Raspberry Blend, and I got lost trying to find the right barrel?"

The man tsked, reminding Shawn of the sound Gus made when he had caught him in an obvious lie. "I'm only going to ask you this one more time," he growled, leaning in for effect. "Why are you here?"

"Okay, okay, I'll give it to you straight. I got lost trying to find the bathroom. It's embarrassing, I know, but I didn't think anyone would notice if the water in the barrels was just a tiny bit more yel-"

Shawn's stomach caved in as the man's fist lashed out and buried it deep, deep inside. Discovering that he'd lost his breath someone underneath the collapse, Shawn gasped and sputtered in an effort to find it again.

"How about we try this a different way?" the man asked with a sickeningly sweet tone. He grabbed the back of Shawn's chair and shoved it backwards and let it hang, so that if he let go the chair would fall to the floor with a slam. "I'm going to ask you another question, and you're going to answer it honestly. Is there anyone else who knows where you are or has a means to find you in any way?"

Shawn's eyes were wide and alert like a terrified rabbit's. As he stared into the other man's cold, heartless pupils, fear swelled like a wave inside him and rose up into his throat. Swallowing didn't seem to help much.

I wish my dad were here. Then Shawn inwardly winced. God, has it really come to that?


For a slight fraction of a second, Shawn hesitated and his eyes flicked somewhere beyond the man's shoulder. It wasn't much, but it was enough to tell when someone was lying.

"Kill him."

The man flipped the chair back upright but Shawn barely had time to scream before he felt a blinding pain and then darkness.


Lassiter growled in his sleep, his eyes twitching. He mumbled something in coherent, then with a sharp cry he bolted into the sitting position, his eyes open but glassy and unfocused. A second later, they rolled back into his head and he collapsed, unconscious once again.
Chapter End Notes:
Mwahahahaha! XD
I'll post more once I'm sure I'm satisfied with the other chapters. Until then, I bid you all farewell! *bows*

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