Lassiter forced Shawn to sit with him on the car ride back to the station, though Shawn really wasn’t complaining. He needed the comfort that only his Soul Mate could give him. They drove in silence, both not wanting to upset the other with questions.
Finally, Lassiter was tired of the awkward silence and removed one of his hands from the steering wheel to entwine it with Shawn’s, who took it gratefully.
“Lassie?”
“Hm?” The detective grunted, showing his acknowledgment.
“I’m scared.”
Suddenly, Lassiter stopped the car. He put it in park and turned his blinkers on so people would know to go around. He then got out of the vehicle, only to walk over to the other side of the car to drag Shawn out with him. Shawn was sure he’d somehow angered the detective until the older man pulled him into his arms. “Lassie, wha”-
Shawn was cut off by Lassiter shushing him. “Just listen.”
Shawn closed his eyes at Lassiter’s command, listening to whatever he could hear. There were cars, obviously. They had just stopped in the middle of the road. As he listened, he heard the abnormally rapid beating of Lassiter’s heart. Shawn’s eyes widened. “Lassie, what’s wrong?”
Lassiter pulled away far enough to look into Shawn’s eyes. “I’m scared too.” He said. “I know it’s not a comforting thought, but I need you to know that you’re not alone. I’ll always be here for you. Do you understand?”
Shawn nodded, tears stinging his eyes at the firm yet gentle tone that Lassiter saved only for him.
“Good.” Lassiter said. “Now let’s get back to the station. Everyone is waiting for us.” The detective leaned down to place a kiss on Shawn’s forehead, making Shawn blush. It was an affection that the psychic thought Lassiter would never show, at least not in public. He never ceases to amaze me. He thought as he let Lassiter walked him to his car.
As Lassiter drove, Shawn stared out the window in silence. It wasn’t awkward this time; they both needed time to answer their personal questions and develop new ones. Lassiter, when he thought he had every question answered that he could by himself, spoke to Shawn. “You need to talk to Hera.”
Shawn turned to face Lassiter. “Why?”
Lassiter looked shocked. “Why? Because I’ve never seen a vision where it caused you physical harm. I’ve seen you flail around and channel angry spirits, but I’ve never seen you go into an unresponsive seizure. You need to figure out why that happened.”
Shawn nodded. “I don't even know why it happened.”
Lassiter chose his next words carefully. “You don't think your biological father has anything to do with this, do you?” At Shawn's confusion, Lassiter said, “It can't be a coincidence that your father, an all-around asshole, comes back to town the same week that something like that was stolen.”
Shawn visibly stiffened. Lassiter thought he might not be that far off, but then Shawn said, “But why would Luke do this in the first place?”
Lassiter arched a brow. “You don't think it's worth looking into?”
Shaw shook his head. “It's not that, it's just... what would my father want with control of the gypsies?”
Shawn, all power-hungry individuals are after the same thing: more power. He tried to control you through abuse.”
“It's a valid point, but Luke never did anything unless he had a reason to. It had to be a good reason too. More power isn't good enough.”
Lassiter just nodded. Personally, he wanted to put Luke either behind bars or six feet under (though the latter would be so much more satisfying), but he had nothing against the man and nobody could be tried for the same crime twice.
For once, Lassiter cursed the law.
When they arrived at the station, everyone was waiting patiently outside. When Henry noticed Shawn, he arched a brow, silently asking, 'Are you alright?'
Shawn just smiled, brushing off his father's unspoken question. Henry glared. Whatever was bothering his son was serious. As not only a former cop but Shawn's father, he was going to find out what was wrong.
“Shawn,” Gus began. “When did you and Lassiter...”
“When did we what, Gus? Stop acting like we despise each other? Cause that was a while ago. Are you asking when we got together? Well, that was close to twenty-four hours ago when Lassie and I had mind-blowing sex. Did you know”-
“Shawn!” Lassiter yelled, a red tint making its way across his face. “You don't need to indulge them in our sex life!”
Shawn smirked. “Ah, but the looks on all of your faces is worth it!”
Lassiter looked at the others, noting their shocked expressions. The detective smirked. Shawn was right. It was totally worth it. However, at the realization that he'd just used the word 'totally' – albeit in his thoughts – he mentally scolded himself. Shawn will be the death of me, or at least my vocabulary. “C'mon, Shawn. I need to take your statement. I want to know exactly what you saw.”
Shawn seemed to understand the seriousness in Lassiter's voice and decided to go with the detective. “Okay.”
The group was walking towards Lassiter's desk when the Chief stopped them all. “I think it would be best if you took his statement in my office.”
Shawn smiled gratefully. “Thanks, Chief.”
“No problem, Mr. Spencer. Would you like us to wait or do you want us in there with you?”
It was understandable for Shawn to be shocked; the Chief was never nice to him, rather, she was usually pretty curt with him. It took Shawn a minute to gather his thoughts. “Uh… I’d prefer it if you all were with me. This vision…” his face grew almost sad. “It scared me.”
When they had all wandered into Chief Vick’s office, Shawn spoke. “You know, I’ve never had a vision so vivid before. Usually I can tell the difference between a vision and reality, but I couldn’t here. I actually felt like I was that woman.”
“What woman?” Gus asked.
Shawn looked over at Lassiter. “Lassie, remember when I told you the guy stole the necklace because his girlfriend was kidnapped?” Lassiter nodded. “Well, the girlfriend was a gypsy and she was the one whose eyes I saw through.”
“What exactly happened, Shawn?” Henry asked his son.
Shawn took a calming breath before he spoke. “I was in a room I personally didn’t recognize, but the woman knew because she’d been there a while. She had cuts and bruised up her arms and legs. She’d tried to escape multiple times, but they tied red silk to her wrist so she was pretty helpless.”
“Red silk?” Juliet asked.
Lassiter leaned over to her and whispered, “It’s like Kryptonite for gypsies.”
Juliet nodded, but then eyed Lassiter skeptically. How did he know that? Then she remembered. Right... She thought. Shawn and Lassiter are together. Jesus, that's weird! She always thought they hated each other. But, you know what they say. Sometimes the best relationships are those that start off on the wrong foot. Juliet scrunched her face in deep thought. When has anyone actually said that? She sighed. She wasn't going to delve to deep into that. She was, however, very happy for the two. It's strange, but they are perfect for each other. They... balance each other. She knew that from that moment on she would support them in their relationship. They both deserve happiness, and if they've found that in each other then so be it.
Juliet's thoughts were interrupted by Shawn's continued explanation. “When they came for her she tried to fight, but they subdued her pretty easily. When they took her out of her cell they brought her into a large room. It looked kind of like the cafeteria area in an old prison. That was where she saw her boyfriend – the one who stole the necklace. He was strapped in a chair surrounded by others.” Shawn smiled sadly. “Seeing her boyfriend was the only happiness she'd felt in weeks.
“Then someone walked into the room...” Shawn trailed off, shuddering.
Apparently Lassiter was the only one who noticed. “It was Luke, wasn't it?” He said, more as a statement than a question.
Shawn looked away, as if that would make it untrue. “Yeah.”
Lassiter looked angry, Henry and Gus were shocked, and the others were clueless. “Who is Luke?” Juliet asked.
Shawn resisted the urge to shiver uncontrollably. “He's my biological father. He killed my mother and got away with it.”
Everyone was silently soaking in this new information. “Wait, so you're adopted?” The Chief said, dumbfounded.
Shawn nodded. “Yep Henry's my uncle if we're being technical.”
A million questions could practically be seen floating around the room, but none were spoken. After more silence, Lassiter said through gritted teeth, “C'mon Shawn. Let me talk to you outside for a minute.”
Shawn nodded and walked out with Lassiter. When they were out of earshot, Shawn asked, “Are you mad?”
“Of course not. You only led me to believe Luke had nothing to do with this back in the car.” Lassiter said sarcastically, adding an eye roll.
Shawn winced. He had lied to Lassiter in hopes he wouldn't figure it out. Not this soon. “I'm sorry.”
Lassiter sat at his desk. “Why did you lie?”
Shawn sat down in the chair on the opposite side of his desk. “I didn't want you to be angry.”
At that Lassiter's expression softened. “Shawn, I would've figured it out sooner or later. Either way I'd still be angry.
“I don't think I can say I hate too many people, but Luke is someone I well and truly hate. He hurt you in unimaginable ways. I will make sure you never have to hear from him again, whether it costs me my badge or not.”
Shawn couldn't believe the words Lassiter had just said. He's willing to throw his whole career away for me? He thought. It was touching, but Shawn would never allow him to do that. “Lassie?”
“Yes?”
“I think we need to go back in the Chief's office. They're kind of expecting me to finish the story.”
Lassiter nodded. “Sorry.”
Shawn smiled. “Let's hurry, hmm?”
As they walked back in, expecting eyes were aimed at Shawn, who slightly cowered back behind Lassiter, said detective letting him. He knew that Shawn was never one for seriousness. This was slightly unnerving him and Lassiter offered Shawn the comfort he needed. Shawn stayed relatively close to Lassiter the rest of the conversation.
“Sorry about that. Where was I?” Shawn asked.
“You were telling us that Luke was waking in the room with the reunited couple.” Henry told him.
Shawn nodded. “Well, Luke was wearing the necklace.” Suddenly, Shawn's attention shifted to remembering the vision. “I don't know how he did it, but somehow, when he spoke, the gypsy woman did as she was told.” Shawn closed his eyes, holding back his fearful quiver.
“What did he make her do, Shawn?” Henry asked, a little wary of the answer.
Shawn took a breath. “He made her beat him to death.” He said, his voice barely a whisper.
There were gasps all around. Lassiter, Henry, and Gus shared looks. They were thinking the same thing. How could a creature as malevolent as Luke help create a person like Shawn? Shawn was a good kid and this man ruined his life. Well, they silently vowed. He won't be around to hurt Shawn much longer.
Lassiter, both trying to get information and change the subject for Shawn, asked, “Did you recognize anything at all in the vision that might help us find where they were?”
Shawn closed his eyes. “Water,” He said. “Running in the background.”
“Do you know if it was a river or the ocean?”
Without missing a beat, Shawn said, “The ocean.”
“Anything else?”
Shawn shook his head.
“Wait,” Juliet started. “Didn't you mention she was in a cell? Was it new or old?”
“Old, why?”
“Because, if I'm correct, there's an old abandoned jailhouse just outside of Santa Barbara. I've passed it a few times on cases. It's right on the ocean.”
Lassiter nodded, his face determined. “Good work, O'Hara. Let's go. We might be able to catch him.”
“You won't.” Shawn said. “Catch him, I mean. He's too smart for that. He's probably already in hiding.”
“Then what do you expect us to do, Shawn?” Gus asked.
“Dad can vouch for this, but Luke was always a neat freak. Don't be disappointed if you don't find anything.”
Lassiter nodded. “Then we'll just have to look harder.”
Everyone began to gather their things as Gus walked over to Shawn. “Don't worry. We'll catch the guy and he'll never hurt you again.”
Shawn nodded, thankful to have so many people who cared about him.
-
Shawn knew that they wouldn't find any evidence when they got there. What he didn't expect was to find the bludgeoned body of the boyfriend in the middle of the room with no evidence whatsoever. “This guy knew what he was doing. It takes time to clean a body.” Lassiter said.
“But why leave a body? Why not dump it? Why did he take the time to clean it in the first place?” Juliet asked. She must've meant the question more towards herself than anyone else because she was surprised when Henry answered it.
“Isn't it obvious? He's toying with us, trying to make himself look better than the law.” Henry said.
“No,” Shawn said, finally speaking. He was shaking his head. His biological father had not changed a bit since he was fourteen. If there was one thing that could come of this, it was that he might be able to predict Luke's motives. “He already knows he's better. He doesn't need to prove it, which means this was a message for us.”
“A message? For what?” The Chief asked.
Shawn shook his head. “I don't know. Maybe there's something we're missing. Something like...” Shawn then honed in on something using the training Henry had taught him. “Lassie, open his hand.”
Lassiter did, and, sure enough, something was there. “Who's the letter addressed to?” Gus said, noting the writing on the front.
“It has all of our names on it.” Lassiter pointed out. “He knew we'd all come. He's been watching us!” Lassiter snarled, resisting the urge to punch something.
“Open it, Detective.” The Chief ordered. Lassiter complied and read aloud:
To my dearest son, Shawn Ferrell,
Don't try anything. My takeover is imminent. If you sit idly by, I may spare your friends. You remember what happened the last time I was crossed, don't you? Your mother was good goings for a while, but she tried to stop what plans I have for you, my secret weapon.
Signed,
Luke
Shawn shivered at the mention of his former last name. He wished he'd never have to hear it again, but he did. Everyone else was silent, slowly taking in the new information.
“Does he want to take over the world or something?” Henry asked. “He's really gone off the deep end!”
“That's probably not it, Dad.” Shawn said. “I highly doubt Luke is crazy enough to take over the world...” While the thought was more plausible than they thought, Shawn decided to keep it to himself; he didn't want to scare them with thoughts of possible world domination.
However, Henry seemed to notice his son's thoughtful countenance. “Shawn? What do you mean 'probably?'”
Shawn's eyes widened. Was he really that much of an open book? Apparently, because Lassiter noticed Shawn's frightened expression and, though he gave Shawn a 'we'll talk about this later' look, changed the subject. “O'Hara,” Lassiter said. “Get some people out here! We need to take any evidence that we might've missed.”
Juliet nodded and pulled out her phone to call in the station. As she did, Lassiter walked towards Shawn, who looked deep in thought. He looked up, however, when he noticed his Soul Mate's presence.
“What's wrong, Shawn?”
Neither caring about the others in the vicinity, Shawn stepped forward into Lassiter's personal space and pressed his forehead against the taller man's chest. “I don't really know. I guess that letter worries me.” Shawn mumbled through the fabric of Lassiter's shirt, but the detective heard him anyways because he wrapped his arms protectively around the smaller man, burying his nose in Shawn's unruly hair.
“You know I won't let anything happen to you, right?”
Shawn pulled back, but allowed Lassiter's soft hold on his hips. “But what did he mean about me being his secret weapon?” Shawn sighed tiredly. “I don't understand.”
Lassiter could feel Shawn's anxiety. He could feel it permeating through his soul and it sent shivers down his spine. Hera didn't say anything about feeling the others emotions... Lassiter thought absentmindedly. He'd have to ask Shawn's mentor about that when they saw her next. For now, Shawn was more important. “Hey,” he began. “Don't worry about it. We'll deal with it when it comes. For now, we should just worry about what we have in front of us, okay?”
Shawn nodded as Lassiter leaned down to kiss the smaller man lightly on the lips.
Just then, as if out of the blue, Henry spoke. “Shawn!”
The psychic pulled away from his Soul Mate, but not before giving him a silent, longing look. “Yeah, Dad?”
“C'mere a minute, will you?”
Confused, Shawn walked over to his father, but not before saying to Lassiter, “See you in a bit?”
Lassiter nodded. “I'll be right over there, Love.”
Shawn smiled, stood on his toes, and kissed his detective. He gave him one last longing look and walked over to his father. “Yeah?” He asked, the smile still on his face.
Henry, ever the straightforward man, asked, “So how long have you and Lassiter...”
“Been together?” Shawn clarified. Henry nodded. “About two days now.”
Henry nodded again. “Uh huh. And you don't think you're moving a bit fast there?”
Shawn's head tilted slightly in his confusion. “I don't understand.”
“C'mon, Shawn! Don't play dumb. You two have been dating for two days and your PDA is way off the charts. I could see it from you, but Lassiter? He seems more the type to keep to himself.”
Shawn glared. “You don't understand, Dad. Our relationship is a little different than most.”
“How so?” Henry asked, crossing his arms in a very Henry way.
Shawn looked away. “You'd think it's corny.”
“When have you ever cared about what I think when it comes to your relationships?” Henry deadpanned.
Shawn smiled slightly. “Never.”
“Okay then, with that being said, tell me.”
Shawn sighed. “Dad, this is different. Lassie is different.”
“Once again, Shawn. How so?”
Shawn waved him off. “I'm getting there! Just... Let me find the right words...”
Henry stared, baffled by Shawn's response. Usually Shawn would never try to think about what he says before he says it. Now he was trying to find the right words? Shawn must really care about Lassiter if he's trying to prove it to me. Henry thought. I'll have to see where this goes.
Shawn spoke, bringing Henry out of his thoughts. “Dad, Lassie... He's my Soul Mate.”
Henry stared as if waiting for more. When there was nothing he said, “You're right. It was corny.”
Shawn glared. “See? I told you that you wouldn't understand!”
Henry laughed. “Explain it to me then.”
“Simple. It's a Gypsy thing.”
“Shawn, I don't think it's that simple.”
The psychic sighed. He didn't know how to explain it. “Dad, can you give me a minute? Or a day? Or a year?” Shawn said seriously. “I don't know how to explain it. Lassie... He means more to me than anything else. I won't... I can't... Ugh! I don't know!” He yelled, frustrated that he couldn't find the right words.
Henry eyed his son. The boy really was trying to prove his relationship's worth, so he decided to give Lassiter a chance. “Son, why don't you bring Carlton over for dinner sometime? I'm sure we'll all have a good time.”
Shawn glared, not trusting his father's intentions. “You're not gonna give him some test, are you?”
Henry smirked. His son knew him too well. “Why would I do that?” Henry asked innocently while feigning shock.
Shawn immediately put up a defensive face. “Don't. You already know he's a good man.”
Henry nodded. “Yes, but how do I really know he's good for you?”
“He's my Soul Mate!” Shawn almost shouted.
“Yeah? Then maybe he'll have a better explanation than you did.” Henry smirked triumphantly at Shawn's defeated look.
“Fine,” Shawn spat. “You win.”
Henry's face softened. “Shawn, you know I have to do this, right?” Henry said seriously.
“Why?” Shawn asked, looking up from his pout. In his eyes Henry could see he was honestly terrified of Henry's reaction to what Lassiter would say during their visit.
“Because I made a promise to you, remember?”
Shawn narrowed his eyes in thought. They brightened immediately when he remembered. “Dad, I was, like, fourteen when I made that promise. How is it still valid?”
“Because Spencers never go back on their word. I promised you I would never let another man hurt you if I could help it. I intend to keep that promise.”
Henry's gaze never wavered from Shawn, who was looking at the floor like he'd been scolded. As Henry stared, waiting for Shawn to give him some kind of response, he noticed the expression on Shawn's face. “Shawn?” He called hesitantly. “Are you okay?”
Shawn, meanwhile, was resisting the urge to cry. Today had been such an emotional ride that Shawn couldn't control himself. “Sorry.” Shawn said as he noticed a stray tear that was falling down his face. He quickly wiped it away.
Now, as much as Henry wanted to admit he was a strong man, he felt a pang in his chest at the sight of his distressed son. The joys of being a parent. He thought. “Don't apologize, kid. You've had rough day with a lot of buried memories that shouldn't have been dug up.”
When he patted Shawn's shoulder lightly the psychic looked up. “Dad, why is Luke here? Why now?”
Henry couldn't dignify that with an honest answer, so he just said, “I don't know, son. We'll find out sooner or later, though. I'm sure of it.”
Shawn smiled at his father, though it didn't reach his eyes. Changing the subject, he asked. “So when do you want Lassie and me over for dinner?”
Henry gave it some thought. “Can you make it tonight?”
Shawn nodded. “I can. Let me see if he's busy with work at all. And Dad?”
“Yeah, Shawn?”
Shawn looked away, embarrassed by his next statement. “Thanks.” Then, Shawn walked away, over to ask Lassiter if he was free.
A smile immediately played at his lips as he got closer to Lassiter. “Hey, Lassie!” He said rather cheerfully. When the detective looked over at Shawn, the psychic said, “You want to come over to my dad's for dinner tonight?”
Lassiter blinked. “Well you're straight and to the point, aren't you?”
“Well? Can you make it?” Shawn asked enthusiastically.
Lassiter knew this was coming. Regardless of what Shawn said, Henry was very protective of his son. He knew that even if something went wrong at tonight's dinner and Henry didn't approve Shawn would still stay with Lassiter, but he didn't want that for his boyfriend. He wanted Shawn to have a good relationship with his father because Lassiter never had that with his own.
No matter what, this dinner had to happen. It would also decide where he stood with his Soul Mate's father.
“Of course I can make it. It might be a little later but I can be there? Is that okay?” Lassiter was still insecure when it came to his late-night work escapades. His ex-wife always yelled when he would come home late and Lassiter was worried that this might happen with Shawn.
Of course, Shawn didn't care about any of that. It was shown when he nodded happily and said, “Okay. No problem. I'll tell him you can go. Just call me if something comes up and you can't make it, okay?”
Lassiter placed a quick but elating kiss on Shawn's lips. “Go with Guster back home. I'll be here for a while but I will make it to your dad's, okay?” He said determinedly.
“Are you sure you want me to
go?” Shawn asked. “I can stay.
I might be able to get a read on something.”
Lassiter shook his head. “Don't worry about it, Shawn. We have managed without your psychic
expertise before. I'm sure we'll be okay
without you for a few hours.”
Shawn smiled. “Okay, Lassie. See you soon?”
Lassiter smiled back. “Yeah, see you soon, Shawn.”
Shawn walked away – albeit reluctantly – and over to Gus, but not before giving his dad the thumbs up about the dinner. “Gus!” Shawn shouted happily.
Gus turned to his best friend while taking in his appearance. He seemed fine, but Gus knew Shawn better than that. This case was probably eating him up inside. “Hey, Shawn.”
“You ready to go?”
Gus narrowed his eyes at Shawn. “You're actually leaving this early.”
Shawn shrugged his shoulders. “Lassie told me to.”
Gus snorted. “You're actually listening to Lassiter?”
Shawn thought about that, then smiled. “Yeah. I guess I am.”
Gus rolled his eyes. “Man, you've got it bad for him, don't you?”
“Hey! I do not!”
Somehow the two managed to make it to Gus' car. “C'mon, Shawn. Admit it. You've fallen for him already and you've fallen hard.”
Silence.
“See? I'm right.” Gus said triumphantly.
“I don't see how I gave you and answer when I didn't say anything at all...” Shawn pouted.
Gus, quickly followed by Shawn, got in the car. As they drove off, Gus asked, “What sounds good?”
Shawn looked at his best friend incredulously. “How'd you know I was hungry? I thought I was the psychic?”
“Observation, Shawn. You should know that better than anyone. You're always hungry after a stressful case. So, what sounds good?”
“I'm thinking pineapple Smoothies and Jerk Chicken.” Shawn said without hesitation.
Gus' eyes went wide. “You're really stressed about this, aren't you?” At Shawn's uncomprehending stare, he continued. “Those are your biggest comfort foods.”
Shawn sighed. Gus knew this would be one of the rare times that Shawn would be completely serious with him, so he waited patiently for his best friend to find the right words. “I've got a lot on my plate right now. Of course I'm stressed. My visions are becoming corporeal, my biological father is planning something, I'm not sure whether everyone is okay with my relationship with Lassiter...”
Gus, being the more logical of the friends, attempted to placate Shawn to the best of his ability. “I don't know too much about visions or the gypsy community, but I'm sure there's somebody you can ask for help with those. And your relationship? When have you ever cared about what people think?”
Shawn snorted. “You sound like my dad.”
“Well good. Maybe if two people say it it'll get through your head.” Gus said. “I know you want everyone to approve because you don't want anyone to leave either yours or Lassiter's lives. But Shawn, if I speak for the bare minimum, I speak for me and your dad when I say we approve.” At Shawn's raised brow, Gus continued. “Shawn, every time you've been faced with a challenge in the past, you run from it. I'm sure Henry and I would like to think it's because of us, but we're not stupid. You've run from us in the past. Lassiter keeps you from running. He keeps you here where people care about you and, as selfish as this is, he keeps you with us.
“Shawn, throughout all of this, never once has running crossed your mind. I'm certain that you won't until this thing with your biological father is solved. I know this because you've changed since we were kids.” He laughed solemnly. “I could say you're more OCD, but the office says otherwise...” Gus shook his head. “What I'm trying to say is that you try. You try to fix things instead of running from it, hoping it'll repair itself. Now, don't go thinking this whole thing will be a one-nighter case. Don't try to make it that way either. Take it one day at a time and I'm sure everything will work out if we play this smart.”
Shawn smiled, which soon changed into a devilish smirk, signaling to Gus that 'serious time' was over. “How much spicy do you think you can handle, Gus?”
Gus glared at his friend. “Shawn, no. You know those UltraMega Spicy Jerk Chicken legs gave me severe acid reflux! I was practically bedridden for a week!”
Shawn laughed. “That's because you need to build up an immunity my friend!”
Gus pulled into the parking lot of their favorite Jerk Chicken plaza and sat down. Gus ordered for both because his friend seemed lost in his thoughts.
Gus is right. Shawn thought. Running is not an option. I need to face this head on or I may lose everyone. Shawn looked up from his thoughts with a determined look. That man took everything away from me once.
I won't let him do it again.
And with that thought, Shawn let himself enjoy his time with his friend. He had a long few days ahead of him. After that, he didn't know what the future had in store for him. For once he hoped he didn't receive any visions showing him his path because he was truly fearful that someone he knew today wouldn't be there in the future.
Shawn mentally sighed. Sometimes being a gypsy sucked.
“Gus?”
“Yeah Shawn?”
“Thank you.”
Gus tilted his head in slight confusion. “For what?”
“For everything.”
Gus' hands noticeably tightened on the steering wheel. “You're thinking somebody's not going to make it, don't you?” Shawn nodded in silent agreement. “For once I agree with you.”
Shawn ran a hand through his hair as Gus pulled into Henry's driveway. “For once, I hope both of us are wrong.”
