Psych fic: Hungry, Hungry Haikus
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meridian_roseTitle: Hungry, hungry haikus
Fandom: Psych
Pairing/Characters: Shawn, Gus
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 429
Prompt: For the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
writerverse prompts 'fruit' and 'Empty Cookie Jar', bonus for a fanfic rather than original fic
Summary: Shawn's quest for a snack during a night alone at the office. Crack. Plus haikus.
Warnings: None
Also @ AO3
Part i
Anticipation
Followed by disappointment
Not even a crumb
Shawn was hungry. There was nothing in the fridge. Well, nothing edible. And Gus probably should clean out the mouldy things that might have been sandwiches, and that half of a doughnut, and the empty milk cartons and that apple that had been there for at least six months now.
There were only empty candy bar wrappers in his desk drawer and Gus had locked his drawer which was just rude.
With sudden inspiration Shawn opened the stationery cupboard and tossed aside the papers and sticky labels and, ooh, glitter – no, don't get distracted because – ta-dah!
A gift from a client from Texas who'd lost her necklace while visiting her relatives in Santa Barbara. (Given it was her brother who'd stolen it, she probably wouldn't be back in a hurry). It was a cookie jar and he'd stowed it away partly for emergencies, but mostly because the jar wasn't filled with chocolate chip cookies but carrot cookies. Which Shawn was sure was a crime against the culinary arts.
Beggars couldn't look a gift horse in the crotch or something, though, so Shawn pulled open the lid.
The jar was empty.
Oh, right. Shawn had got the munchies that one night while planning a prank on Lassiter – which would have worked if he hadn't used most of the helium to play at singing like Alvin, the coolest of the chipmunks.
Part ii
Humble pineapple
A ubiquitous delight
Orange spiky fruit
Shawn curled up on the floor, desperately hungry. Then he saw it, Sticking out from under his discarded towelling robe was something orange and promising. Shawn crawled over to the robe, which he'd dashed down to the office in three days ago when he had an insight about the case he was working and hadn'tbothered to had time to dress.
Luckily Gus had showed up fully dressed and with a change of clothes so Shawn didn't have to go and watch the prep get arrested while wearing a robe. Shawn wearing the robe, not the perp. Obviously.
Shawn reached under the robe and pulled out a pineapple. He cradled it to him. He was saved! Wonderful, ow, spiky, but still wonderful, spiky fruit!
Part iii
Oh Burton Guster
Is that pizza in your hands?
Great bringer of sustenance!
Then Gus showed up with pizza and gave him a lecture about how if the office was any more of a disaster area he was going to call FEMA, but Shawn paid no attention because he was gobbling more than his fair share of Italian goodness.
Fandom: Psych
Pairing/Characters: Shawn, Gus
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 429
Prompt: For the
writerverse prompts 'fruit' and 'Empty Cookie Jar', bonus for a fanfic rather than original ficSummary: Shawn's quest for a snack during a night alone at the office. Crack. Plus haikus.
Warnings: None
Also @ AO3
Anticipation
Followed by disappointment
Not even a crumb
Shawn was hungry. There was nothing in the fridge. Well, nothing edible. And Gus probably should clean out the mouldy things that might have been sandwiches, and that half of a doughnut, and the empty milk cartons and that apple that had been there for at least six months now.
There were only empty candy bar wrappers in his desk drawer and Gus had locked his drawer which was just rude.
With sudden inspiration Shawn opened the stationery cupboard and tossed aside the papers and sticky labels and, ooh, glitter – no, don't get distracted because – ta-dah!
A gift from a client from Texas who'd lost her necklace while visiting her relatives in Santa Barbara. (Given it was her brother who'd stolen it, she probably wouldn't be back in a hurry). It was a cookie jar and he'd stowed it away partly for emergencies, but mostly because the jar wasn't filled with chocolate chip cookies but carrot cookies. Which Shawn was sure was a crime against the culinary arts.
Beggars couldn't look a gift horse in the crotch or something, though, so Shawn pulled open the lid.
The jar was empty.
Oh, right. Shawn had got the munchies that one night while planning a prank on Lassiter – which would have worked if he hadn't used most of the helium to play at singing like Alvin, the coolest of the chipmunks.
Humble pineapple
A ubiquitous delight
Orange spiky fruit
Shawn curled up on the floor, desperately hungry. Then he saw it, Sticking out from under his discarded towelling robe was something orange and promising. Shawn crawled over to the robe, which he'd dashed down to the office in three days ago when he had an insight about the case he was working and hadn't
Luckily Gus had showed up fully dressed and with a change of clothes so Shawn didn't have to go and watch the prep get arrested while wearing a robe. Shawn wearing the robe, not the perp. Obviously.
Shawn reached under the robe and pulled out a pineapple. He cradled it to him. He was saved! Wonderful, ow, spiky, but still wonderful, spiky fruit!
Oh Burton Guster
Is that pizza in your hands?
Great bringer of sustenance!
Then Gus showed up with pizza and gave him a lecture about how if the office was any more of a disaster area he was going to call FEMA, but Shawn paid no attention because he was gobbling more than his fair share of Italian goodness.
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Date: 2012-09-26 09:58 am (UTC)AWESOME short fic of Psych, Lisa sweetie!
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Date: 2012-09-26 02:42 pm (UTC)