#ough. got rained on today and wasn't expecting it. very cold.

[set-phasers-to-whump]

waiting again

prompt: "don't move"

whumpee: shawn spencer

fandom: psych

hi this one is a part two to my fic for day 10, wait and see. hope you like it!

Gus is getting worried. It’s been almost two hours since Shawn left for that sketchy abandoned warehouse, and he’d promised to be back by now. 

Maybe he’s just running late, Gus thinks. 

Or maybe he’s been captured by some kind of evil former forklift operator, or something. 

He calls Shawn. C’mon, pick up, he pleads silently. Don’t make me have to come after you. I am not in the mood to face off against a crazy guy with a forklift certification. 

But Shawn doesn’t pick up. Gus debates calling for backup in the form of Jules or possibly Lassiter, but, well. They’re both busy and they’re not even on a case right now and maybe he’s being a little paranoid. Maybe. 

He goes alone. 

The Blueberry screeches to a halt in the parking lot of a warehouse that is significantly flatter than Gus had thought it would be. It’s collapsed. Shawn hadn’t mentioned that particular detail before he’d left this morning. 

Gus had already been anxious, but now that anxiety sharply rises. Maybe the warehouse hadn’t been collapsed before. Maybe Shawn had done something to make it collapse, maybe there had been a bomb hidden somewhere in the building, maybe an earthquake had hit this very spot, and nowhere else. 

He very, very cautiously approaches the ruined building. 

“Shawn?” he calls out, stepping over a large metal beam and wishing fervently that his friend had decided to do anything else today. “Are you here?”

“Gus!” Shawn’s voice comes from somewhere in front of him, loud and relieved. There’s the sound of rubble shifting, and then a very distinct “Ow!”

“Don’t move!” Gus shouts instinctively. “Just - give me a second, okay? Where are you?”

“I dunno, man, there’s…concrete and wood and stuff everywhere.”

Gus looks around and discovers that this descriptor also applies to his current location. Okay. Not helpful. 

“Say something else,” he calls out. “So I can follow your voice.”

“Okay, uh, I’m really glad you’re here, I mean, I knew you’d come, but my phone broke when the building collapsed - it collapsed right on top of me, all on its own, I swear I didn’t even do anything - and where was I? Right. The building collapsed and my phone broke so I couldn’t call you and - did you bring anyone else with you? Cause I’m kinda stuck here.”

As soon as Shawn says stuck, Gus steps through a partially-collapsed doorway and is immediately made aware of the problem. 

Shawn is lying there, covered in dust and bits of building material, and there’s a massive piece of concrete pinning his leg to the ground. There’s blood beneath it, and Gus steadfastly does not look at it. 

“Good to see you,” Shawn says. His face is a little too pale and his hair is speckled white with plaster. 

Gus crouches beside him, avoiding a large piece of rebar. He reaches into his pocket for his phone and calls Jules, holding up a finger of silence when Shawn opens his mouth to say something that is surely not going to be helpful. 

“Jules, hi, I’ve, um, well…can you maybe send some help to -”

He looks over to Shawn. “What’s the address of this place?”

Shawn makes an I dunno sound. 

“Okay, we don’t know the address, but it’s a creepy abandoned warehouse near a taco place that’s kind of also creepy and maybe abandoned.”

“Got it,” Jules says, almost immediately. “What happened?”

Gus tells her what he knows. 

“Is he okay?”

He looks over at his friend, who gives him an only somewhat reassuring thumbs up. 

“He’s alright. But he’s really stuck.”

“I’ll send the fire department. And an ambulance.”

Okay. Okay. Jules is sending real help, and everything is gonna be fine. Don’t think about the blood. 

He goes back to Shawn, passes him the phone so he can talk to Jules. He’s smiling and chats with her almost normally. But Gus can see the pain on his face, the way his expression goes still and serious the second he hangs up. 

Gus sits down beside Shawn, ignores the dust that gets on his pants, and puts his phone back into his pocket. He puts a hand onto Shawn’s shoulder and joins him in doing the only thing they can do. 

They wait.

thanks for reading!!!

#whumptober2023 #no.21 #don't move #psych #fic #shawn spencer #trapped #pinned by debris #my writing #i say things #ough. got rained on today and wasn't expecting it. very cold. #alsoooo i wanna go out tonight but i have no one to go with :( and i am Not going out drinking on my own that's no fun #boooo #it's fine. but. annoyed.