Agent Fox Mulder (i_want_2) wrote in multi_fiction, @ 2010-12-28 21:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | psych, rated: teen, slash |
Fic: Lady Sings To Booze 1/1 Psych
Title: Lady Sings To Booze.
Author: Lopaka Tanu
Disclaimer: I do not own Psych.
Characters: Shawn, Buzz
Words: 1958
Series: Parallel Parking At Universal Studios.
Prompt: Shawn wakes up married and a Detective. Ruh-roh, Gus!
Fandom: Psych
Pairing: Shawn/Buzz,
Rating: Teen
Warnings: Language
Summary: Waking up to a manly arm around his waist is only the beginning of the trip down Shawn's latest rabbit hole adventure.
Author's Note: Seriously, this is strange to me too.
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He was warm, oh, so very warm. It was a pleasant kind of warmness that came from not waking up alone. One never forgot how good that felt. Really, though, not something he was used to these days.
Oh, Shawn really liked this warmness. It came with a possessive arm around his waist, a very large arm. That was nice. He felt wanted. Moaning softly, he shifted back against the heat.
That was when the heat moved. The person was larger than Shawn had previous estimated as the entire bed moved under him. He felt how strong the person was when the arm flexed against his middle and dragged him flush against a massive chest.
He opened one eye. Unless Gus had dragged him to that body building, amazon gym across town, that was definitely not a woman's arm or chest. Looking down, he found black hair covering it from the elbow down to the knuckles. He zeroed in on the hand and studied it for a moment. He recognized those...
Both eyes popped open as the body shifted again and something solid was pressed against his thighs. "Oh, Buzz, please tell me that's your knee." A soft chuckle brushed across his ear. He felt it rumble through Buzz's chest into his back. Shawn shivered despite himself.
"Good morning, honey." Soft, yet firm, lips pressed against the skin under his ear. "Are you feeling better?" Buzz ground his hips forward against Shawn's backside.
With a squeak, Shawn shot up from the covers. The moment his bare feet touched the floor, he spun to hold out a hand in warning. "Whoa! Hold it right there!" Cold air sent a shiver through him, but Shawn refused to look down. He already knew what he would find.
Buzz stared at him with a mildly confused, amused expression. The blankets pulled just beneath his chest and he scratched at a pec. "Shawn, is everything all right?"
"Three things!" Holding up his right hand, Shawn displayed three fingers. "One, you're naked under there, we're naked, together. How come?" He gestured between them in a flipping motion. "Which brings me to two, if that was really what I suspect it was, why were you poking me with it? Very impressive, by the way. And three, probably not as important, but why are you calling me honey? I'm sure your wife will have something to say about that!" He finished with a bob of his head.
Sitting up, Buzz stared blankly at him. "Shawn?" He swallowed, face going slack.
If Shawn wasn't mistaken, the big guy's lips actually trembled a little. Guilt twitched in his stomach and he had to look away. Suddenly, he became how very cold it was in the room. Shivering, he wrapped his arms about his body, tucking his hands in his pits. "Listen, buddy, where's my clothes? I think we got some things to talk about."
Instead of speaking, Buzz pointed at the foot of the bed.
Looking over, Shawn found a large bench covered in cushions. Draped over the far corner were a pair of his boxers. Relief flooded through him and he dashed over to pick them up. It wasn't much in the way of protection, but he felt better as he slipped them on.
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Sitting at the kitchen table in only a pair of boxers and Buzz's sweat shirt, Shawn felt like he was thirteen again. The massive academy sweatshirt sleeves kept slipping down no matter how many times he pushed them up. That would have been bothersome, except he was having a minor mental melt down, a three M-D. What was bothering him so much?
He was at his old actual dinner table in his old actual house!
Sure, there were several subtle differences. The fridge, for one thing. It was new, double wide, double doors. The old one and the cabinet that had been above it were now gone. Of course, that wasn't the only thing. The counters had been raised for bigger cabinets.
Everything was the same, just bigger, even the butcher's table. It was like he was in giant world. More to the point, he was in Buzz-aro world.
Feeling slightly panicked, Shawn watched Buzz putter about the kitchen like he owned the place. Which was impossible, since this was his father's house. This was his 'father's' house! "Uh, quick question." Letting his eyes loose focus, he shoved the sleeves up again. "Where is my dad? I mean, last I checked, he was the one that actually lived here."
Buzz froze half bent over, grabbing for something in the fridge. His back went rigid and he sucked in a slow breath. Pulling back slowly, he stood up and faced Shawn over the door. Troubled, he had a hard time meeting the other's stare. "This is our house."
"Yeah, that doesn't answer my question at all." Shaking his head, Shawn licked his lips. "Why are we living here? Even if I, say, believe your marriage story, this is still my father's house."
Face contorting in barely suppressed emotions, Buzz looked back to the fridge. He stood there for a moment and crossed his arms. "We got this place a few years ago..." his voice trailed off in the inaudible range. Looking lost, he stared at his feet. "It was a wedding present."
Shawn felt like he had been punched in the gut. That sounded like something his idiot father would do...in a parallel universe. Unable to take the guilt from watching Buzz's reaction, Shawn glared at the table. At least it was the same one, right down to the scuff marks from the time he and Gus had tried to build a flux capacitor.
Frowning, he put that from his mind. There were other important things besides walking down memory lane. So, he went back to watching the larger man.
While he had been lost in thoughts, Buzz went back to grabbing things from the fridge. Specifically, he had pulled out milk, eggs, and bacon. It wasn't even real bacon, there was a picture of a turkey on the box.
Heart healthy bacon, in his father's house? Shawn knew something was completely hinky now. To his astonishment, Buzz pulled out cereal too. Only, instead of a big bowl for, say, Shawn, he pulled out three smaller ones.
Kid sized bowls, to be exact.
Kids?
Eyes growing distant, Shawn went back to the bedroom. Thankfully, it had been his old room. The last thing he needed to think about was what Buzz and he had been doing in his father's room. He avoided thinking about the bed, but there had been something else to it.
Concentrating, he remembered the nightstand. More specifically, he recalled a picture on the stand, under the table lamp. It hadn't registered at the time, but he could clearly think about it now. There were five people in that picture, his parents and three smiling little...
"Oh. My. God." He stood up so fast that he knocked the chair away. "Please tell me that those are your sister's kids in the picture by the bed!"
Startled by the scraping chair and Shawn's cry, Buzz nearly dropped an egg. He juggled it a few times before he caught it. He gave Shawn a wide-eyed stare when he had a hold of it. "I don't have a..." he trailed off when the other held up a hand.
Shawn didn't want to hear it. A sudden sympathy pang nearly forced him double and he crossed his legs. Clutching his stomach, he winced up at Buzz. "Did we at least use a surrogate?"
This Buzz snorted at. "If you can think of any other way for us to have kids, I'm all ears." When Shawn only continued to wince, he shrugged and went back to fixing breakfast.
Feeling sick, Shawn reached back for his chair. He dropped into it with a sigh of relief. That lasted all of three seconds before he heard a slamming door above him and the stomping of tiny feet on the stairs. Letting his head thump on the table, he groaned in frustration.
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His eyes closed, he sucked contentedly on the pineapple smoothie. It's rich and tangy creaminess sent an acid chill straight to his very soul. He was well and truly as one with the Universe. Shawn had reached the highest levels of nirvana, the true state of enlightenment!
A massive paw was suddenly placed on his shoulder. Before he could pry his lips from the straw Buzz had place a kiss to the crown of his head. Spine going rigid, Shawn looked up to the bashful giant. "Dude, Buzz, you're totally harshing my mellow!"
Shoulders up, the big man gave Shawn a sheepish look. "Sorry." There was a softness to his features, his cheeks a little fuller than how they used to be. These were the signs of age. It combined with his natural harmlessness to make him look...huggable.
Shawn frowned at that thought. Cocking his head a little, he narrowed his eyes at Buzz. "Has anyone ever told you that you look like Officer Cuddly Bear?"
Eyes widening a fraction further, Buzz's cheeks darkened. "Actually," his gaze darted across the kitchen table.
"Actually," Shawn repeated in question? Following Buzz's looks, Shawn saw the three impeccably coifed, dark haired kids eating various forms of breakfast. If styling was a genetic trait, there was no doubt these were his offspring. "They..."
"No, silly." Buzz whispered harshly through gritted teeth. Cheeks darkening further, he leaned in closer to Shawn. "That's what you...me." He finished with a face so dark red that it almost seemed to glow.
It took him a second to understand. When he realized, Shawn stared dumbstruck. "I see." Obviously this version of him had lost his mind. "And what sort of cutesy name do you call me?"
Ears flaming, Buzz wouldn't quite meet his gaze. "Pineapple butt." He trailed the hand on Shawn's shoulder a little further down and smiled. "Hurry up, hon, else we're going to be late." Then he wandered off beyond sight.
"Late?" When he could no longer see Buzz by looking directly up, Shawn spun to face his retreating back. "Late for what?" There was no response. Bewildered, he turned back to the breakfast table.
Six sets of familiar blue eyes stared back at him. It was like three tiny Henrys sitting there, judging him.
It sent a shiver through Shawn and he curled a way from them. "What?"
The middle one, a little girl with black hair, scowled at him. She was no more than four, he remembered, he had pictures of himself at that age. "You don't remember who we are, do you?"
Shawn snorted, starting to pretend and brush it off, then he caught their eyes track him. They studied his face intently. Backing up a little further in his chair, he narrowed his eyes in suspicion. "You cut that out."
They all three shrugged, one after another, then went back to their cereals.
Feeling creeped out, Shawn stood up from the table. He watched them carefully as he walked back towards the living room and the stairs. Making sure they weren't following him, he backed out of the kitchen. "Buzz, honey!" He made sure to keep his voice pleasant. "I think the kids are spending way too much time with my father."
After he said it, he stopped mid-step. Eyebrows raised, he bobbed his head in acceptance. The words hadn't sounded too terrible. That was when a heavy something decided to sit on his chest. Realizing it was panic clenched in his chest, Shawn nervously glanced about the house. It was all different, yet, so very, very much the same.
Oh yeah, he was seriously screwed here.
THE END.................................