Psych fic: Runic Something or Other
Apr. 11th, 2012 11:20 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
meridian_roseTitle: Runic Something or Other
Fandom: Psych
Pairing/Characters: Shawn, Gus
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 428
Prompt: For the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
writerverse prompts 'twenty years later' and 'sparkle' and bonus option 'dialogue only''
Summary: Shawn and Gus lie their way into a fantasy novel convention. Dialogue only fic.
Warnings: None
"Good morning, miss. I'm Shawn Spencer, and this is my partner, Leo Titus Honeyman."
"Hello, miss."
"Hello, gentleman. What can I help you with?"
"You can help us gain entrance to this marvellous event, Runic Mystery: Twenty Years On."
"It's Runic Mists, Shawn."
"I've heard it both ways. From true fans."
"I'm sorry, sir, but the event is sold out."
"Sold out? But the author – the author – "
"Rouland Sparrow. I told you that, Shawn."
"The author, Rouland Sparow, is a personal friend of mine."
"A personal friend whose name escapes you, sir?"
"Let me tell you a secret. That's not his real name. It's a name dez plumes."
"He means nom de plume."
"I'm sure he does. I'm sorry, I can't help you."
"But you don't understand. Sparkle Hallows is my favourite book, the first book my father ever read to me, and the best of the Runic series."
"Sir, I don't mean to make judgements about your age, but you would have been at least…ten when Sparkle Hallows came out?"
"I…I don't like to talk about…"
"There, there, Shawn. It's okay. Men can cry. Miss, when Shawn was eleven years old this was his favourite book. After his mother died, and Shawn couldn't concentrate to read and couldn't sleep, his father used to read it to him."
"That's so sad!"
"Twenty years ago Shawn's dad took him to the very first book signing and Rouland Sparrow signed Shawn's copy of Sparkle Hallows and told Shawn that if Sparkle could survive the terrible onslaught of the Red Horde, that Shawn could find a way to carry on with his life."
"Oh. That's…I don't know what to say. Um…look, here's two press passes. If anyone asks, you're working for Chicago Gate Monthly. They're a no-show due to the sudden snowstorms in Illinois."
"Thank you, miss. Come along, Shawn."
"Yes, thank you. I'll…I'll never forget this. Bye…..sweet, dude, press passes. Good storytelling."
"Thank you. I was starting to tear up myself."
"I'm still telling my mom you spread rumours of her death though. So, you actually read this book?"
"Yes, Shawn. Three times."
"But it's about a kid named Sparkle."
"Yes, Shawn. Now come on. You think the author knows the counterfeiter? Let's go ask him and we can put this case to bed sooner rather than later."
"On it. Right after I ask why he named his main character Sparkle. Oh, and let's get some of that dragon popcorn. I think it's only regular popcorn in a paper bag with a dragon on it, but it smells good."
Fandom: Psych
Pairing/Characters: Shawn, Gus
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 428
Prompt: For the
writerverse prompts 'twenty years later' and 'sparkle' and bonus option 'dialogue only''Summary: Shawn and Gus lie their way into a fantasy novel convention. Dialogue only fic.
Warnings: None
"Good morning, miss. I'm Shawn Spencer, and this is my partner, Leo Titus Honeyman."
"Hello, miss."
"Hello, gentleman. What can I help you with?"
"You can help us gain entrance to this marvellous event, Runic Mystery: Twenty Years On."
"It's Runic Mists, Shawn."
"I've heard it both ways. From true fans."
"I'm sorry, sir, but the event is sold out."
"Sold out? But the author – the author – "
"Rouland Sparrow. I told you that, Shawn."
"The author, Rouland Sparow, is a personal friend of mine."
"A personal friend whose name escapes you, sir?"
"Let me tell you a secret. That's not his real name. It's a name dez plumes."
"He means nom de plume."
"I'm sure he does. I'm sorry, I can't help you."
"But you don't understand. Sparkle Hallows is my favourite book, the first book my father ever read to me, and the best of the Runic series."
"Sir, I don't mean to make judgements about your age, but you would have been at least…ten when Sparkle Hallows came out?"
"I…I don't like to talk about…"
"There, there, Shawn. It's okay. Men can cry. Miss, when Shawn was eleven years old this was his favourite book. After his mother died, and Shawn couldn't concentrate to read and couldn't sleep, his father used to read it to him."
"That's so sad!"
"Twenty years ago Shawn's dad took him to the very first book signing and Rouland Sparrow signed Shawn's copy of Sparkle Hallows and told Shawn that if Sparkle could survive the terrible onslaught of the Red Horde, that Shawn could find a way to carry on with his life."
"Oh. That's…I don't know what to say. Um…look, here's two press passes. If anyone asks, you're working for Chicago Gate Monthly. They're a no-show due to the sudden snowstorms in Illinois."
"Thank you, miss. Come along, Shawn."
"Yes, thank you. I'll…I'll never forget this. Bye…..sweet, dude, press passes. Good storytelling."
"Thank you. I was starting to tear up myself."
"I'm still telling my mom you spread rumours of her death though. So, you actually read this book?"
"Yes, Shawn. Three times."
"But it's about a kid named Sparkle."
"Yes, Shawn. Now come on. You think the author knows the counterfeiter? Let's go ask him and we can put this case to bed sooner rather than later."
"On it. Right after I ask why he named his main character Sparkle. Oh, and let's get some of that dragon popcorn. I think it's only regular popcorn in a paper bag with a dragon on it, but it smells good."
