Some things Lassiter didn't know about Spencer
April 24, 2010
Just some drabbles

*I'd like to thank all the people who reviewed my previous chapter, I love getting them... I really do. And everyone who's following the story is awesome. Seriously, you're all awesome and I love you. I hope I can live up to your expectations that are obviously set far too high. Thank you and goodnight.*

*These were just some things that popped into my head at two in the morning. I also wrote 'em on my phone so please excuse the crappiness. Constructive criticism is accepted.*

Shawn Gets Headaches... Bad Ones.
One way Lassiter knew when Shawn was ok was when he made a joke. Kidnapped? No problem, make up a song about it while subtly leaving clues for the police to find you. On a wild car chase? Make a obscene reference to a 1994 movie staring Charlie Sheen and Kristy Swanson... and then COMPLAIN about being Kristy in the situation. Honestly, Lassiter believed he would never be able to fully understand Shawn. But if there was one thing Lassiter learned about the "psychic" was that he got headaches. Bad ones. The kinds of headaches that make you want to crawl into a dark hole and die.

For Lassiter, Shawn usually was the cause of his headaches and would need nothing more then an aspirin and fresh coffee to cure it. Shawn's however... Carlton at first thought that the other man was dying and was a second away from rushing him to the nearest hospital. The first time Shawn had a migraine... or rather the first time Carlton had been there to witness one of Shawn's migraines, he had come home after a stress filled day at work.

He had come home to a silent home with every light off, every curtain drawn, and even the pineapple scented candles were extinguished. The silence confused him; did Shawn go out to play with Guster? He hadn't called or texted anything to say otherwise. For a brief moment Carlton thought that Shawn had left him, packed his bags and left without even having the common decency to say goodbye. Carlton shook his head and dismissed the very idea and decided to give his lover the benefit of the doubt. He called out Shawn's name but was greeted with unnerving silence. Carlton began checking every room in the house cautiously and was more then a little concerned. He breathed a sigh of relief when he entered the bedroom. He saw Shawn, buried under blankets and pillows covered his face, trying to block any light from reaching his face.

"Shawn?" Carlton flipped the light switch but scrambled to turn it back off when an angered shout erupted from the younger man, apparently the pillows did nothing to help. Carlton was at Shawn's side, confused by the bizarre behavior. Shawn just groaned.

"Can you keep it down Carlton…"

"What's wrong? Are you hurt? Did someone poison you?" Carlton looked around frantically, half expecting some deranged man to jump out of no where and attack them.

"What? Lassie, no..." Carlton narrowed his eyes.

"Then what is it?"

"Just got a headache Carlton... I get them every now and then."

"Oh." Carlton paused for a moment, unsure what to do. "Do you need anything?"

"I'll be fine," Shawn spat a bit harsher then he meant to. "It'll pass in a bit."

Carlton nodded and rose to his feet. "If you need anything... just ask."

Shawn went to nod but winced and hissed at the throbbing pain in his head. He curled in himself, rolling into the fetal position and breathed out a shaky, "Yeah."

Carlton left as quietly as he could, grateful that the carpet dulled his footsteps and he closed the door with an audible "CLICK." He stood outside the door for a few minutes, holding his breath. He heard faint rustling followed by groans of complete misery and instantly wanted to go back in the room to do... something. Anything. But what could he do for a headache? Nothing. He'd be most helpful by leaving Shawn alone and trying to be as quiet as possible while doing it.

-Slashy Shassie-

The restless feeling didn't leave at all; it didn't even dissipate in the second hour of waiting for Shawn to come out. If anything, Carlton grew even more concerned for the man. He had tried reading, but after reading the same line over and over, the plot became stale and boring. He tried working on some of his paperwork, but after he caught himself making several mistakes on some important details he thought it was an activity better saved until he could concentrate on it fully. Carlton huffed and began pacing.

His call to Guster earlier hadn't been any help. As far as Gus knew, Shawn had headaches like everyone else and Carlton was sure that Gus was insulting him when he muttered that Carlton shouldn't be "freaking out" over one headache. Carlton had hung up on the poor man... he'll probably pay for that later. Carlton glanced at the clock and bit his lip, it was getting late and Shawn probably hadn't eaten anything… he decided it was a good enough excuse to go see him.

Carlton was careful of his movements and made sure to be as quiet as possible when he opened the door, stepping halfway through and called out to Shawn. Shawn didn't reply. Carlton opened the door the rest of the way and tip toed over to him. Maybe Shawn had fallen asleep? At least that was what Carlton had hoped, but what he had found instead nearly had him carry Shawn (if necessary) to the hospital, because he did not look ok.

Shawn's eyes had a trail of tears leading down to the pillow that was placed under him, his lips were chewed up and a bit bloody, and he looked as if he was looking right through Carlton. He looked miserable. "Oh Spencer…!" Shawn sighed, Carlton was mad...

"…The worst of it passed…"

"Bullshit! You look like hell!" Carlton hissed, but still whispering keeping Shawn in mind.

"…still hurts…"

Carlton sighed and looked to the side. He honestly didn't think Shawn was ok. He nearly jumped when he felt Shawn's hand reaching out for his. Carlton looked at Shawn for a moment before nodding and holding the other's hand loosely. He quickly walked to the other side of the bed and crawled on top of the bed to be by Shawn. He settled and wrapped his arms around the other man, holding him close and against his chest. Shawn just let out a shaky sigh and relaxed in the other's hold, feeling the other's protective nature rising. He felt a tender kiss on the top of his head that took Shawn a moment to realize he'd gotten and he smiled a little. He closed his eyes and waited for sleep.