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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2010-12-30 09:09 pm
iluvroadrunner6) wrote2010-12-30 09:09 pm
Shawn - Family Values
Fandom: Leverage/Psych
Title: Family Values
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iluvroadrunner6
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Shawn Spencer, Eliot Spencer, Burton Guster, Alec Hardison.
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xoverland Challenge: Big Bang
Content Warning: … Crack. Lots and lots of crack.
Summary: In which Shawn and Eliot do a lot of bickering.
Author’s Note: I … have no excuse for this, I’m sorry.
Disclaimer: I don’t own. They belong to TNT and USA. I’m just borrowing and will put everything back where I found it.
“Don’t get out.”
Shawn slumped in the front seat some more, while Gus looked over at him. “Why did we come to the police station if we’re not getting out?”
“Because we’re just picking someone up.”
“Picking who up?” Shawn didn’t respond, just continued staring out the front of the windshield. He knew Gus wasn’t going to take his silence for an answer, but he knew that Gus’s question was going to get answered soon enough. Gus waited for a moment, before speaking up again. “Shawn, we better not be helping criminals escape prison again. You know what happened the last time that you tried to smuggle someone out of the police station in my car—”
“Relax, Gus. They’re being released on bail, we’re just picking them up.”
“And why exactly are we picking up—” Gus’s voice trailed off when he caught sight of something over Shawn’s shoulder and his jaw dropped. “Oh my God, is that your cousin Eliot?”
“Yep.” Shawn sighed.
“And we’re picking him up because why?”
Shawn didn’t have the chance to answer before Eliot opened the back door to the car and slid inside, followed by the friend that was with him. “We’ll explain later. Just drive.”
Gus rolled his eyes. “Still as pushy as ever.” But he did as he was told, pulling out of the parking lot and heading back towards the street. Shawn still kept his eyes on the road, not glancing back into the back seat unless he absolutely had to.
“Wow. I’m being bowled over by these warm family moments here,” the other guy said dryly from the back seat. “Y’all always this friendly?”
“Better get used to it,” Gus replied. “I’m Gus by the way.”
“Hardison. Nice to meet you.”
The car lapsed into silence again, the two Spencers facing opposite directions as the car continued to move. After a long pause, Eliot pulled his eyes away from the window and looked over at Shawn. “Are you still on the case?”
Shawn turned to face him and raised an eyebrow. “Why do you care?”
Eliot huffed. “Because we still need an in. And thanks to your father, our cover is blown with the cops.”
“Hey, I’m not the one who tried to run a scam in Santa Barbara.”
“I thought Henry was in Miami!”
“And how is this my problem?!”
“Damnit, Shawn. This isn’t about us.” Eliot glared back at his cousin for a minute, before slumping back in the seat. “The job that I’m doing now, we help people. And if we don’t find out where Regan is keeping the money he laundered, we can’t give it back to the people he stole it from.”
Shawn let out a slow breath as he processed this. “So those rumors about a Ponzi scheme—”
“Yup.”
“Man.” Shawn sighed heavily before straightening up. “Alright. What do me and Gus have to do?”
“You and Gus aren’t going to do anything. Me and Hardison’ll fill in for the two of you when you go to meet Regan.”
“Not gonna happen.”
“Shawn—”
“Not because I’m not going to help, but Regan has already seen me and Gus. He’ll know something’s funky if you come in as me.”
“Damnit.” Eliot sighed. “Fine. I’ll go with Shawn.”
“No. Absolutely not. Gus is my partner. Gus always has been my partner and always will be my partner. I cannot work with a man who does not respect what I do, or has better hair.”
Shawn knew the look his cousin was flashing him. It was that evil, ugly, angry glare that he usually used when he wanted to scare the crap out of someone. Shawn, however, was one of the few people who could withstand it. He would not cave on this. He wouldn’t. Eliot didn’t have that kind of power over him. He didn’t.
***
“Man, this sucks.”
Eliot rolled his eyes. “Just cause enough of a distraction that I can get close enough to his computer so Hardison can hack in.”
Shawn grumbled a bit, before settling back against the wall of the elevator. “Will you follow my lead on this for once?”
“Your lead? Since when do you know enough about a situation to take the lead on anything?”
Shawn was really trying very, very hard to be patient with his cousin. Really. He was putting on his best patience face. But there was only so much of Eliot’s condescending, bullheaded tactics that he could take before he really wanted to hit him with a chair. Not that that would do Shawn much good, because it would only make Eliot angrier, but that was beside the point.
They were in an elevator, making their way up to talk to a potential suspect, and Shawn swallowed hard. He knew that blowing up at Eliot at this juncture wasn’t going to get him anywhere, but he was really trying hard to push it down, but Shawn couldn’t bottle. Not the way Eliot could. He reached forward, shoved the stop elevator button, before turning back to him holding up his closed fist.
“You know what. I really don’t need this crap from you, alright? I like to think I matured a lot since we last saw each other, and I am good at what I do.”
“Mature? Shawn, you’re pretending to be a psychic, and ninety-five percent of the time, you look like an idiot.”
“Okay, I never said I was all grown-up. But I’ve come really far. I may not be doing classified things in God knows where and I may not be a real cop, but I do good things here. I help people. And I don’t have to break the law to do it.” Shawn paused for a moment. “Well, not in a major way. But that’s not the point. The point is if we’re going to do this, we’re going to be partners. Not you ordering me around like I’m an idiot.”
Eliot’s jaw twitched as he swallowed that before nodding. “That doesn’t mean it should be your lead we follow.”
“It’s my lead, it’s my suspect, let me do my job, alright?”
Shawn shifted and hit the stop button to start the elevator again. As the box started to move, Eliot slumped next to him and nodded. “Fine. But if you screw us—”
“Yeah, yeah, I know. You’ll reintroduce your fist to my face.” The elevator stopped and the doors opened. Shawn pushed ahead of him, bouncing into the room as though he hadn’t just spent the past five minutes arguing with his cousin in the elevator. He stopped when one of the guards placed an arm across his chest.
“Who are you?”
“Hello. My name is Shawn Spencer, and this is my partner, Chuck Norris.”
“ …. Chuck Norris?”
“I know what you’re thinking. This is, in fact, the real Chuck Norris. The Chuck Norris you know and almost certainly love’s real name is Wallace Atherton. He stole this man’s name when he realized that his level of badassery far surpassed his own, and has been trying to be a poor imitation ever since. The man standing next to me is the Chuck Norris that all other Chuck Norrises are judged by, and is the one that the boogeyman checks under his bed for.”
“You gotta be—”
“Mr. Spencer,” Regan stepped into the room. “I take it Mr. Simmons won’t be joining us today?”
“Shutterfly is in fact, being a shutterfly. Thursday is Freelance Photographer Day at Rollins Park, so Chuck here is filling in for me as my assistant-slash-grizzly bear impersonator.” Shawn could feel the rage that was rolling off Eliot’s shoulder as kept talking but he didn’t care. This was his process. If Eliot wanted to get the information off Regan’s computer, he had to work with that process, whether he liked it or not.
“How … intriguing,” Regan didn’t seem amused either. He took a breath, before straightening his tie and nodding. “Well. Shall we begin?”
“Of course. Now, in order to get an accurate aurora, I am going to have to visit every room in the house.” He paused, flashing him a friendly smile. “I hope that won’t be a problem.”
Regan pushed his lips together before nodding. “Of course not. After you, Mr. Spencer.”
Shawn nodded, before leading the way into the living room. Eliot came up behind him, scowling over his cousin’s shoulder. “Grizzly bear impersonator?”
“Following my lead, remember?”
“When we get out of this? I’m gonna kill you.”
“Oh, like you haven’t used that one before.”
Title: Family Values
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: PG-13
Characters: Shawn Spencer, Eliot Spencer, Burton Guster, Alec Hardison.
xoverland Challenge: Big BangContent Warning: … Crack. Lots and lots of crack.
Summary: In which Shawn and Eliot do a lot of bickering.
Author’s Note: I … have no excuse for this, I’m sorry.
Disclaimer: I don’t own. They belong to TNT and USA. I’m just borrowing and will put everything back where I found it.
“Don’t get out.”
Shawn slumped in the front seat some more, while Gus looked over at him. “Why did we come to the police station if we’re not getting out?”
“Because we’re just picking someone up.”
“Picking who up?” Shawn didn’t respond, just continued staring out the front of the windshield. He knew Gus wasn’t going to take his silence for an answer, but he knew that Gus’s question was going to get answered soon enough. Gus waited for a moment, before speaking up again. “Shawn, we better not be helping criminals escape prison again. You know what happened the last time that you tried to smuggle someone out of the police station in my car—”
“Relax, Gus. They’re being released on bail, we’re just picking them up.”
“And why exactly are we picking up—” Gus’s voice trailed off when he caught sight of something over Shawn’s shoulder and his jaw dropped. “Oh my God, is that your cousin Eliot?”
“Yep.” Shawn sighed.
“And we’re picking him up because why?”
Shawn didn’t have the chance to answer before Eliot opened the back door to the car and slid inside, followed by the friend that was with him. “We’ll explain later. Just drive.”
Gus rolled his eyes. “Still as pushy as ever.” But he did as he was told, pulling out of the parking lot and heading back towards the street. Shawn still kept his eyes on the road, not glancing back into the back seat unless he absolutely had to.
“Wow. I’m being bowled over by these warm family moments here,” the other guy said dryly from the back seat. “Y’all always this friendly?”
“Better get used to it,” Gus replied. “I’m Gus by the way.”
“Hardison. Nice to meet you.”
The car lapsed into silence again, the two Spencers facing opposite directions as the car continued to move. After a long pause, Eliot pulled his eyes away from the window and looked over at Shawn. “Are you still on the case?”
Shawn turned to face him and raised an eyebrow. “Why do you care?”
Eliot huffed. “Because we still need an in. And thanks to your father, our cover is blown with the cops.”
“Hey, I’m not the one who tried to run a scam in Santa Barbara.”
“I thought Henry was in Miami!”
“And how is this my problem?!”
“Damnit, Shawn. This isn’t about us.” Eliot glared back at his cousin for a minute, before slumping back in the seat. “The job that I’m doing now, we help people. And if we don’t find out where Regan is keeping the money he laundered, we can’t give it back to the people he stole it from.”
Shawn let out a slow breath as he processed this. “So those rumors about a Ponzi scheme—”
“Yup.”
“Man.” Shawn sighed heavily before straightening up. “Alright. What do me and Gus have to do?”
“You and Gus aren’t going to do anything. Me and Hardison’ll fill in for the two of you when you go to meet Regan.”
“Not gonna happen.”
“Shawn—”
“Not because I’m not going to help, but Regan has already seen me and Gus. He’ll know something’s funky if you come in as me.”
“Damnit.” Eliot sighed. “Fine. I’ll go with Shawn.”
“No. Absolutely not. Gus is my partner. Gus always has been my partner and always will be my partner. I cannot work with a man who does not respect what I do, or has better hair.”
Shawn knew the look his cousin was flashing him. It was that evil, ugly, angry glare that he usually used when he wanted to scare the crap out of someone. Shawn, however, was one of the few people who could withstand it. He would not cave on this. He wouldn’t. Eliot didn’t have that kind of power over him. He didn’t.
***
“Man, this sucks.”
Eliot rolled his eyes. “Just cause enough of a distraction that I can get close enough to his computer so Hardison can hack in.”
Shawn grumbled a bit, before settling back against the wall of the elevator. “Will you follow my lead on this for once?”
“Your lead? Since when do you know enough about a situation to take the lead on anything?”
Shawn was really trying very, very hard to be patient with his cousin. Really. He was putting on his best patience face. But there was only so much of Eliot’s condescending, bullheaded tactics that he could take before he really wanted to hit him with a chair. Not that that would do Shawn much good, because it would only make Eliot angrier, but that was beside the point.
They were in an elevator, making their way up to talk to a potential suspect, and Shawn swallowed hard. He knew that blowing up at Eliot at this juncture wasn’t going to get him anywhere, but he was really trying hard to push it down, but Shawn couldn’t bottle. Not the way Eliot could. He reached forward, shoved the stop elevator button, before turning back to him holding up his closed fist.
“You know what. I really don’t need this crap from you, alright? I like to think I matured a lot since we last saw each other, and I am good at what I do.”
“Mature? Shawn, you’re pretending to be a psychic, and ninety-five percent of the time, you look like an idiot.”
“Okay, I never said I was all grown-up. But I’ve come really far. I may not be doing classified things in God knows where and I may not be a real cop, but I do good things here. I help people. And I don’t have to break the law to do it.” Shawn paused for a moment. “Well, not in a major way. But that’s not the point. The point is if we’re going to do this, we’re going to be partners. Not you ordering me around like I’m an idiot.”
Eliot’s jaw twitched as he swallowed that before nodding. “That doesn’t mean it should be your lead we follow.”
“It’s my lead, it’s my suspect, let me do my job, alright?”
Shawn shifted and hit the stop button to start the elevator again. As the box started to move, Eliot slumped next to him and nodded. “Fine. But if you screw us—”
“Yeah, yeah, I know. You’ll reintroduce your fist to my face.” The elevator stopped and the doors opened. Shawn pushed ahead of him, bouncing into the room as though he hadn’t just spent the past five minutes arguing with his cousin in the elevator. He stopped when one of the guards placed an arm across his chest.
“Who are you?”
“Hello. My name is Shawn Spencer, and this is my partner, Chuck Norris.”
“ …. Chuck Norris?”
“I know what you’re thinking. This is, in fact, the real Chuck Norris. The Chuck Norris you know and almost certainly love’s real name is Wallace Atherton. He stole this man’s name when he realized that his level of badassery far surpassed his own, and has been trying to be a poor imitation ever since. The man standing next to me is the Chuck Norris that all other Chuck Norrises are judged by, and is the one that the boogeyman checks under his bed for.”
“You gotta be—”
“Mr. Spencer,” Regan stepped into the room. “I take it Mr. Simmons won’t be joining us today?”
“Shutterfly is in fact, being a shutterfly. Thursday is Freelance Photographer Day at Rollins Park, so Chuck here is filling in for me as my assistant-slash-grizzly bear impersonator.” Shawn could feel the rage that was rolling off Eliot’s shoulder as kept talking but he didn’t care. This was his process. If Eliot wanted to get the information off Regan’s computer, he had to work with that process, whether he liked it or not.
“How … intriguing,” Regan didn’t seem amused either. He took a breath, before straightening his tie and nodding. “Well. Shall we begin?”
“Of course. Now, in order to get an accurate aurora, I am going to have to visit every room in the house.” He paused, flashing him a friendly smile. “I hope that won’t be a problem.”
Regan pushed his lips together before nodding. “Of course not. After you, Mr. Spencer.”
Shawn nodded, before leading the way into the living room. Eliot came up behind him, scowling over his cousin’s shoulder. “Grizzly bear impersonator?”
“Following my lead, remember?”
“When we get out of this? I’m gonna kill you.”
“Oh, like you haven’t used that one before.”
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I second the motion for a sequel ;)
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