Only the Curious Have Something to Find

Summery: Shawn is just like any other 17 year old…well, besides the fact he's psychic, he's gay, and he's still not over his mother's death. With his best friend Gus, his new friend Juliet and his could-be-boyfriend Lassiter, Shawn deals with school, love, and getting the crap beat out of him. Will contain Shassie and Shawn whumping.

Categories: Hurt/Comfort, Friendship, Family, Romance, Supernatural

Pairings: Shawn/Lassie, Juliet/Gus, Karen/OMC

Warnings: Slash (nothing graphic), Language

Note: Juliet and Karen are cousins in this fic.

-Chapter 1-

"And Mr. Spencer…where exactly is your paper?"

Shawn blinked up at Ms. Kvetch, having not been paying attention at all. "I'm sorry?"

"Your paper, Mr. Spencer. Where is it?"

"My…?" Shawn froze. Shit. He'd totally forgotten. He didn't do any homework the previous night, it being the anniversary of his mother's death. Every March thirtieth he refused to do anything. All he would do was come to school and sit there blankly, saying nothing, then he would go home and just curl up on his bed and sleep.

"Uh—Ms. Kvetch? Shawn, he, uh, he left his paper at my house last night. We were working on it together." Came Gus' voice from behind Ms. Kvetch, as he handed her the paper.

Their teacher looked suspiciously at the two friends, before snatching the paper from Gus and continuing on to get the rest of the papers. Shawn mouthed 'Thank you,'to Gus who merely shook his head, knowing the significance of the date. The bell rang and Kvetch didn't even bother calling out a 'Have a nice weekend!' as Shawn and Gus made their way out the door and down the hallway.

"Dude, seriously-" Shawn started to say, but Gus cut him off.

"No, Shawn. It's ok. I knew you wouldn't be doing anything last night, so I did it for you."

"You didn't have to."

"I know, but it's ok. It didn't take me long anyway."

Shawn smiled, shaking his head. "You're such a nerd, Gus."

"Hey, who just saved your ass in there, huh?" Gus grinned, nudging his friend. He thought maybe he did it a little too hard as Shawn lost his footing and stumbled back into someone.

"Oh, jeez, sorry!" Shawn said before turning around to see a senior he knew, Carlton Lassiter, standing there with his eyebrow raised. Next to him stood Gus' crush, Juliet O'Hara. "It was Gus' fault." Shawn said quickly, pointing to his best friend.

"I—I, uh, he, w-we were-" Gus stumbled on his words, unable to get anything out as he started at Juliet, who blushed slightly.

"It's ok, just-watch out next time." Lassiter nodded, glancing at Shawn with a strange look in his eye, before starting off again. Shawn watched him, an unreadable look on his face.

"Bye, Shawn…" She nodded to Shawn, before adding a shy "B-bye Gus." And scurrying off after her tall friend. Both Shawn and Gus stood in silence for a moment, each watching one of the two who'd run off. When they turned a corner Shawn quickly shook himself from his stupor.

"Dude, you see that?" Gus turned to Shawn, a confused look on his face. "She was totally checking you out!" Shawn grinned, trying to take his thoughts from the tall senior he'd just bumped into.

"Was she?" Gus asked eagerly, now looking back at Shawn as Juliet disappeared behind a corner.

"Totally! Didn't you hear her? 'B-bye Gus!'" Shawn imitated in his best girl voice. "She didn't want to leave!" Gus grinned, looking back at the corner she disappeared behind.

"Maybe…" Gus smiled at his best friend as the two started again towards their lockers in silence. "So…Shawn," Gus started seriously, after a moment once they hit their destination. "How…how was last night?"

Shawn opened his locker, shrugging slightly, "Same as it always is…but—dad and I talked a bit last night. Not about it. But…but about it." He shook his head, "We didn't specifically name it." Gus nodded sympathetically. "Dad…he told me about the first time he and mom met." Shawn smiled weakly and Gus smiled comfortingly. They stood there for a moment, saying nothing, before Shawn finally broke the silence. "C'mon. I'm starved."

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Shawn walked alone down the empty hallways of his school. It was about half past three, and Gus was down in the Orchestra room for his clarinet lesson. Shawn had been in the art room, unable to stop himself from sketching a picture in his mind. It wasn't until he'd completely the picture that he realized it was his father and…Lassiter?

What did that senior have to do with his father?

He pushed open the front doors of the school, not paying too much attention to his surroundings as he tried to figure out the picture. The two had looked like they were at the kitchen table in Shawn's house. Why would some senior Shawn barely spoke two sentences to be in his house talking to his father? Why did it have to be that senior?

That was when someone pulled hard on Shawn's backpack, throwing him to the ground. "Ungh!"

"Spencer. We've been waiting for you." Shawn looked up to see three guys he recognized, Luke, Tray and Jacob. They were seniors, all three were on the wrestling team and Luke was on the football team, too…Shawn was definitely screwed.

"Nice to know I'm wanted." He joked, before one of the guys roughly pulled him up.

"We know you told Hilliard about what we were planning on doing to McNabb."

"Excuse me?" Shawn asked, playing dumb. That previous Tuesday these three were planning on beating the holy hell out of Shawn's friend Buzz. Buzz's sister broke up with Luke last week, rumor has it Buzz convinced her to break it off. Shawn had gotten a vision of the three ambushing him as he walked home from his after school tutoring and practically killing him. Needless to say, Shawn 'anonymously' told Principle Hilliard about how he 'overheard' the plan.

"Lisa saw you talking to Hilliard before she caught us outside!" Lisa was Jacob's girlfriend.

"Look, I didn't tell him about your stupid-" Before he could finish he was cut off as a fist connected hard with his jaw, throwing him hard into the brick wall behind him.

"We know you did! Twigs was in the office! He heard you say my name!" Luke yelled, shaking out his fist.

"Twigs? Seriously?" All that got him was another punch to the face and blood pouring from his nose and busted lip.

Tray, or rather, Twigs, got right in Shawn's face. "How'd you know? Huh? You listen in on us, you freak?"

"Did you think you could cross us and get out of it free?" Jacob snarled, "You suicidal or somethin'?" A smirk passed across Luke's face at Jacob's words.

"Like mother, like son."

Shawn's eyes flared, ignoring the throbbing pain in his head he started to stand, leaning on the wall. "Don't you fucking talk about my mom."

"Oooh, suddenly he's feisty." Jacob grinned.

"What? You don't like me talking about your mommy? About how she offed herself?" Shawn's chest heaved. "What? She couldn't take having a son like you? A little fuck up like you?"

"Shut the hell up or I swear-"

"Or what? You'll tell Hilliard about the big bad seniors that were being mean? Hmm?" Luke laughed in Shawn's face. "Mommy just couldn't handle having a little faggot for a son…so she downed all her uppers." The three burst out laughing and that was the last straw. Something in Shawn snapped and he let out a strangled battle cry before he dove forward, ignoring the dizziness, and tackled Luke. He started punching continuously, as hard as he could, not thinking of anything but killing him. That was when two sets of hands threw him back and started to lay into him themselves and before Shawn knew it a new set of hands and feet joined in.

They hit him so hard that Shawn was sure they were trying to kill him. He just knew it. He was going to die on the stone front steps of his shitty high school, beaten to death by three morons. What a classy way to die.

That was when he heard it. "Hey! Get away from him!!"

"Shit, dude, it's Vick's pet. Hilliard'll know for sure its us if we don't get out of here!" He could hear the three quickly saying as they stopped hitting him and bolted off.

Shawn panted, trying to feel if there was a part of him that didn't hurt. "Hey, hey, you ok?" Shawn blinked up at his savior and froze as he saw who it was. It was Carlton Lassiter. "Spencer?"

"You know my name." Shawn mumbled. Lassiter gave him a strange look.

"Of course I do, we're in the same 'drawing and painting' class."

"I know that, jus' didn't know you knew who I was." Shawn forced out his words as he pulled himself into a sitting position. "Ungh."

"Maybe you shouldn't be moving…"

"Nah, I've had worse." Well, not really, this was pretty bad. But Lassiter didn't need to know that.

…why was he trying to be macho in front of Lassiter?

"You sure you're ok, kid?" Lassiter worriedly gave Shawn the once over. "What hurts…" at the incredulous look he quickly added "…the most?"

"Eh…uh, my head. Yea. That hurts the most. Good thing dad says I have a thick head. Like a built-in helmet." Lassiter snorted, before the look on his face told him to go on. "My left wrist…and my right knee…everything else is just sorta dull pain." Why was he telling Lassiter this? He didn't care. Why was he feeling so open with him?

"You want me to drive you to the hospital?"

"Nah, just—just drive me to the police station."

Lassiter's eyes widened, "You gonna press charges?"

"No, my dad's a cop and I'm supposed to meet him there."

"Shawn, I really think I should take you to a hospital or something." Shawn looked into Lassiter's deep blue eyes. An image of himself joking with Lassiter flashed in Shawn's mind. "Aww, come on, Lassie! Please?"

"Nah, thanks though, Lassie."

The senior stopped, "Lassie?"

"I—sorry. I come up with weird nicknames randomly. It's a gift, though Gus thinks it's a curse. Ever since I told everyone his name was Tangy McPinapple at a police bake sale last year"

Lassiter smiled slightly, as he helped Shawn up. "You sure do talk a lot." Shawn just shrugged, smiling a little. "Come on, I'll give you that ride to the police station."

-TBC-