Chapter two of the huge crossover thingy.

As you might already know, Jenna and i are writing a HUGE crossover.
Read her blog to find chapter one. http://obsessionsandfreak-ism.blogspot.com/
I don't feel like posting it.
Anyways, here's chapter two: Psych World!!!
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A/N: What’s up, y’all?! Mrs. Billy Pratt here, and I just want to inform you that the following is going to be really funny: either I wrote it pretty well or I failed and it was funny to watch me try.

Today’s chapter is going to be Psych. In New York. With the Blueberry car. AND JULES AND LASSIE ARE THERE!!

So enjoy and all that.

I officially disclaim pretty much anything that happens in this fic.

Psych World

“I hate you, Spencer,” grumbled Lassiter from the back of Gus’s car. “This stupid trip is coming out of your paycheck! I was working on a—“

“What paycheck?” questioned Shawn gleefully from the front seat. “Lassie, Lassie, Lassie. You really need to understand: this is a business trip! There are murders in New York all the time. I’m sure you’ll find at least one body.”
In the tiny company car were Shawn, driving, Gus, in the passenger seat unwillingly, Lassiter and Juliet, who were chained to the back seat doors.
“On the road again…,” Shawn started singing before Gus gave him a look that said, ‘Shut up before I punch you in the stomach.’
They drove in silence for what seemed like days. Finally Juliet said, “Shawn, why are we going to New York?”
Gus shot a gloating look at Shawn and Shawn stared back as if to say, ‘I got this, Guster.’
“Well, Jules, that is an excellent question. I think Lassie can stand for that, what do you think, Lassiface?” Shawn pointed the focus of the conversation to Lassiter.
“Don’t even think about it, Spencer,” grunted the detective, adjusting himself so that he could sleep.
“Shawn,” Juliet warned.
“Okay, okay,” Shawn sighed. “I heard…” He sighed again and looked up at the tiny roof of the car. “Do I have to say it again?”
“Yes, Shawn, I think you do!” Gus poked him in the ribs.
“Okay, fine!” Shawn resigned. “I wanted to go see if the rumors were true!”
Shawn could feel the look on Juliet’s face: ‘WTF?’
“You know, the rumors about…”
“I believe he is referring to the rumor that the Avengers are in New York. That’s what I heard! Do you think the Captain America is there?” Gus interrupted.
Shawn stared at him. “Wow. Total fan-girl moment right there.”
“Shut up, Shawn. Just because you can’t appreciate the classicism of the original Marvel comics doesn’t mean I can’t!” Gus insisted.
"I can too appreciate it! Which one of us went as Iron Man for Halloween three years in a row?" Shawn asked accusingly.

“Anyways…” Juliet prompted.

“Right. I heard that Mount Olympia, the home of the Greek gods, is on the secret 600^th floor of the Empire State building.” Shawn braced himself for the laughter.

"Don’t you mean Mount Olympus?” Juliet questioned disbelievingly.
“I’ve heard it both ways,” Shawn dismissed.
Gus rolled his eyes. His friend might be smarter than he knew, but he was still an idiot.
Juliet looked at Shawn as though she wanted to rip his head off. “You mean you dragged us to the other side of the country because of a rumor?!”

“Well,” Shawn said, “yes. It’s not like I lied to you guys.”

Lassiter sat up in indignation. “Is that some kind of sick joke?! Why the hell do you think I got in this damn car, Spencer?!?!”
Shawn put a hand up. “Lassie, watch the language. This fic is only supposed to be rated K plus.”
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
“You might not get it, but the readers do.”
Lassie stared. “Wake me up when we’re in New York.”
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­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­“Somebody wake up Lassiter.”

“Don’t poke him in the eye…!”

“Why not?”

“Shawn, you know that he isn’t one to look before shooting.”

“Oh, Jules. You really make me laugh, you know that?”

Suddenly Carlton felt a finger jab into his eye socket. “Ow! Don’t touch me, Spencer!”

“He’s up!” Shawn said cheerfully.

“I told you not to…never mind.” Juliet was driving, Shawn and Lassie were in the back seat, and Gus was still in the passenger seat.

“When did you guys move?” Lassiter asked.

“When someone decided that he had to pee so badly that he couldn’t drive anymore.” Juliet gave Shawn the evil eye through the rearview mirror. “Don’t touch anything in the trunk.”

“Why not?” Lassie started, but when he saw the look on Spencer’s face, he clamped his mouth shut.

“Guess where we are, Lassiface?” Shawn said brightly. Lassiter stared for a few seconds and opened his mouth, but Spencer talked over him. “Give up? Okay, I’ll tell you: New York!”

“Yes! Now I can get out of this freak-show!” Lassiter opened the door of the moving vehicle and attempted to jump out, but Shawn grabbed him by his flailing arm and pulled him back inside.

“Don’t do that!” Shawn yelled frantically.

Juliet swerved the car, Gus shrieked like a little girl, and Shawn wrestled desperately with Carlton. All the while, the door was open.

“Oh, no!” Juliet yelled as the car stopped—right into a parking meter.

Gus stared at the wreckage. “My…my car. My company car.” He squeaked, and then faced Shawn and Lassie, who were frozen, Shawn with his head under Lassie’s arm, Lassie’s other arm twisted in Shawn’s hand. “Shawn!” Shawn managed to release himself of Lassiter’s grip and bolted out of the ruined car.

“Shawn!”

“Gus! Don’t hurt me!” Shawn dodged traffic, running down the street as fast as he could.

Juliet sat in the car. “This is going to be the worst vacation ever.”

“Here it is, Shawn. No mythical creatures. It’s normal.” Juliet gestured to the lobby of the Empire State building that surrounded them.

Shawn’s shoulders sagged. “Dangit.”

Just then, a group of kids came out of the elevator. Shawn’s eyes widened when he realized that the black haired 15-year-old guy was carrying a sword. The curly, blonde-haired chick was holding a dagger…and the goth chick wore a bow and arrows. That wasn’t even the weird part: the older guy standing next to her had goat legs instead of college kid legs.

“Guys…” Shawn slapped Gus on the arm.

“Ow!” Gus gave Shawn a look, then directed his attention to the ‘kids’.

“Are you seeing a goat boy and terrorist kids?!” Shawn whispered.

“What?! NO!” Gus stared at Shawn disapprovingly. “I’m going to go get some coffee. There’s a Starbucks down the street. I’ll meet you there when you aren’t nuts.”

The three others walked off, Gus in one direction, the cops in another. Shawn sighed.

Time to go undercover.

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That's it.

Bye.