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Title:Fortress of Lassitude
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: This is by no means mine.
Summary: In which Shawn and Lassiter face the end of the world.
Author's note: For [ profile] zombie_fest

Fortress of Lassitude

“Okay,” Shawn says slowly. “I so didn’t see that one coming.”

Lassiter cradles his sawed-off shotgun to his chest almost subconsciously. “Spencer, I’ve always seen a zombie apocalypse as a not only viable but likely means for the end of the world.”

Shawn snorts. “You believe in zombies.”

“In case you haven’t notices, this isn’t about belief anymore. This is about the zombies currently residing in the Santa Barbara Police Department.”

“Oh, you totally dug Shawn of the Dead didn’t you? And 28 Days Later. And you totally had a massive man-crush on Bruce Campbell back in the day. You can admit it, Lassie. You’re among friends.”

“Evil Dead wasn’t a zombie movie.”


“Spencer, I suggest you stop being a child and get focused. The most prudent course of action is to retreat to my house and attempt to regroup for an attack.”

“Your house? I’m invited to the fortress of Lassitude?”

“I have sufficient firearms and ammunition to mount a successful attack, not to mention the means to defend our position.”

“I thought I wasn’t allowed in your house anymore.”

Shawn expects a tirade about breaking and entering and personal space but Lassiter surprises him and leans forward so close that he can feel the heat from his breath on his face. “Shawn, if you think I’m losing one more person I actually care about to this thing, you don’t know me at all.”

There is a moment here, cloying and oppressive and it scares him almost as much as the zombie hordes outside. “Aw, Lassie,” he chokes out finally. “I love you too.”

Lassiter shoves the shotgun into his hands and pulls his own handheld out of its holster. “You know how to use one of these?”

Shawn cocks the gun and gives him a look.

“You know how to kill them?” Lassiter asks.

“Removing the head or destroy the brain,” Shawn recites. “I’ve only seen Night of the Living Dead like twenty-three times.”

“Let’s do this,” Lassiter says. “No getting yourself killed, Spencer, that’s an order.”

“Right back at you Lassie-face.”

(no subject)

18/9/09 08:58 (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile]
That's cool! Never read a Psych fic before, but I liked this one. :)

(no subject)

4/10/09 21:19 (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile]
Aw, I'm glad to hear I'm you're first.

Incidently if you would like some recs way better than mine, I can supply.

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6/10/09 09:49 (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile]
No, it's fine. I don't read much fanfic anyway, just here and there sometimes. ;-)

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18/9/09 19:05 (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile]
*laughs* That's awesome man! It would totally make for the perfect PsychOut.

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4/10/09 21:19 (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile]
Glad you lied it.

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18/9/09 21:05 (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile]
XD Zombie fic? Really? LOL!!!!

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4/10/09 21:20 (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile]
Hell yeah, zombie fic. The world needs more zombie fix. =)

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16/10/09 18:19 (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile]
Nice. Loved the whole 'Lassiter is a closeted zombie movie fan'. :)

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25/10/09 15:32 (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile]
I maintain that it could totally be truth. =) Glad you like it!

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7/10/10 03:38 (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile]
Awwwww! Awesome. *grins*

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31/10/10 18:07 (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile]
Thank you so much.


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