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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2010-03-28 05:00 pm
iluvroadrunner6) wrote2010-03-28 05:00 pm
Shawn - Checkmate
Fandom: Psych
Title: Checkmate
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iluvroadrunner6
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Shawn Spencer, mentions of Shawn/Abigail
lastficauthor Prompt: Chess pieces
Content Warning: Spoilers through 416: Mr. Yin Presents
Summary: Shawn doesn’t like being played with.
Author’s Note: Post-episode for 416. I watched this episode too early in the morning, so naturally there was some kind of reaction.
Disclaimer: Psych belongs to USA. I’m just borrowing and will put everything back where I found it.
Shawn doesn’t like being played with.
He doesn’t like being controlled, and he doesn’t like being toyed with. It was a thing. It reminded him of his father, but it was clear from the get-go that Mr. Yin, whoever he was, was not his father. Henry Spencer controlled with a heavy hand, and a harsh tone, more out of love and anything else. Shawn could understand trying to control out of love. Mr. Yin, on the other hand, played with a subtle touch, small offenses followed by larger, more deliberate steps. Like a small misdirection in the form of ankle weights, before the larger blow of Mary. Mary, who Shawn pegged for the crime twice and wound up just being another innocent victim. Shawn was really starting to get sick of being wrong, but that was a whole other story.
The bottom line was that Shawn wasn’t anyone’s pawn. He was the game player. He was the guy moving the pieces so that they went his way. It was how he lasted the last four years, pretending to be psychic. He always was a step ahead, paying attention to the things they weren’t, acting on hunches that they couldn’t follow, but he could. He got to work outside the law his father loved so much, yet protect it all at the same time, and that was what made him dangerous. That was what had caught Yang’s attention, he was sure of it. But now there was a stronger mastermind coming to play. Now there was Yin, this man who didn’t have rules, who was the opposite of everything he could follow the last time, yet the objective was still the same.
He wanted to take.
He wanted to take the pieces surrounding Shawn—the things he cared about, his lines of defense—and see what was left behind. He left the clues, left the signs, and expected Shawn to follow along like the pawn he was, but Shawn refused to play their game. He refused to play by the rules. He would win. He had to. Because if Yin and Yang were going to keep taking, the win was going to be all he had left.
But Shawn had won this time around. Yin said that he couldn’t save both, and he did. He may not have been in both places, but everybody lived. Everyone was alive. Abigail was alive enough to break-up with him, so that really was a testament to how much of a win this was. Even if it didn’t feel like it. Even if he didn’t win completely.
He took Abigail home, before making his way back over to his place. The empty former Laundromat didn’t have the same feel to it he was hoping for. He had been hoping that Abigail would be there, and she would be telling him all about Uganda and the kids, but now, it was just a Laundromat. A Laundromat that held all the parts of his brain that made him be able to do what he could do. He could have had the guy. He could have taken him down and then saved Abigail, but he had made his choice, and now the guy was still at large. The guy was still out there, still able to come at Shawn’s defenses, and he still couldn’t see him. Yin still had the upper hand. But for now, Shawn couldn’t think about that. He picked up his phone again as he flopped back onto the bed, before placing the phone to his ear.
“Gus, I have the greatest idea ever … ”
Title: Checkmate
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: PG-13
Characters: Shawn Spencer, mentions of Shawn/Abigail
lastficauthor Prompt: Chess piecesContent Warning: Spoilers through 416: Mr. Yin Presents
Summary: Shawn doesn’t like being played with.
Author’s Note: Post-episode for 416. I watched this episode too early in the morning, so naturally there was some kind of reaction.
Disclaimer: Psych belongs to USA. I’m just borrowing and will put everything back where I found it.
Shawn doesn’t like being played with.
He doesn’t like being controlled, and he doesn’t like being toyed with. It was a thing. It reminded him of his father, but it was clear from the get-go that Mr. Yin, whoever he was, was not his father. Henry Spencer controlled with a heavy hand, and a harsh tone, more out of love and anything else. Shawn could understand trying to control out of love. Mr. Yin, on the other hand, played with a subtle touch, small offenses followed by larger, more deliberate steps. Like a small misdirection in the form of ankle weights, before the larger blow of Mary. Mary, who Shawn pegged for the crime twice and wound up just being another innocent victim. Shawn was really starting to get sick of being wrong, but that was a whole other story.
The bottom line was that Shawn wasn’t anyone’s pawn. He was the game player. He was the guy moving the pieces so that they went his way. It was how he lasted the last four years, pretending to be psychic. He always was a step ahead, paying attention to the things they weren’t, acting on hunches that they couldn’t follow, but he could. He got to work outside the law his father loved so much, yet protect it all at the same time, and that was what made him dangerous. That was what had caught Yang’s attention, he was sure of it. But now there was a stronger mastermind coming to play. Now there was Yin, this man who didn’t have rules, who was the opposite of everything he could follow the last time, yet the objective was still the same.
He wanted to take.
He wanted to take the pieces surrounding Shawn—the things he cared about, his lines of defense—and see what was left behind. He left the clues, left the signs, and expected Shawn to follow along like the pawn he was, but Shawn refused to play their game. He refused to play by the rules. He would win. He had to. Because if Yin and Yang were going to keep taking, the win was going to be all he had left.
But Shawn had won this time around. Yin said that he couldn’t save both, and he did. He may not have been in both places, but everybody lived. Everyone was alive. Abigail was alive enough to break-up with him, so that really was a testament to how much of a win this was. Even if it didn’t feel like it. Even if he didn’t win completely.
He took Abigail home, before making his way back over to his place. The empty former Laundromat didn’t have the same feel to it he was hoping for. He had been hoping that Abigail would be there, and she would be telling him all about Uganda and the kids, but now, it was just a Laundromat. A Laundromat that held all the parts of his brain that made him be able to do what he could do. He could have had the guy. He could have taken him down and then saved Abigail, but he had made his choice, and now the guy was still at large. The guy was still out there, still able to come at Shawn’s defenses, and he still couldn’t see him. Yin still had the upper hand. But for now, Shawn couldn’t think about that. He picked up his phone again as he flopped back onto the bed, before placing the phone to his ear.
“Gus, I have the greatest idea ever … ”
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