musicalluna | 004 Helpless - Blood in the Water (And Everywhere Else, Too)

Title: 004 Helpless - Blood in the Water (And Everywhere Else, Too)
Fandom: Psych
Author: MusicalLuna
Rating: T
Characters/Pairings: Shawn, Juliet
Genre: Drama, Hurt/Comfort
Warnings: Blood. Although if you don't know that by now...
Complete: Yes
Summary: Shawn and Juliet run away in an aquarium after dark.
A/N: I wrote this ages ago. Ages meaning "shortly following the first season of the show". Now I have somewhere to post it! XD
Disclaimer: As much as I love making these guys bleed, I am sadly not their owner.

Shawn skidded around a corner, stockinged feet sliding almost uncontrollably on the slick laminate flooring and he ducked, a shot showering chunks of the wall over him. “Jules, not the time for looking at the scenery!” he shouted and Juliet, who had turned back to make sure he was still behind her, took off again, wincing as several more shots hit the wall to their left.

She banged through a door at the end of the corridor and Shawn followed a second later, nearly wiping out as he completely lost traction on the floor (which had apparently been waxed very well recently). Juliet, hearing the startled sound he made, turned just in time to grab him by the shirt and steady him.

“Are you okay?” she breathed and he pushed her forward.

“No time for chatting!” he exclaimed and a shot nearly piercing the door behind them was enough to get her going again. Juliet couldn’t help looking around as they ran though, it was bizarre and fascinating, behind the scenes in an aquarium, especially in the dark like this, with the dim bluish glow from the tanks providing the only light.

“STOP!” one of the thugs roared from behind them and Shawn, true to form, shouted back, “Yeah, thanks but NO.”

Juliet darted between two of the tanks and Shawn followed, sliding way too far to the right for a moment. Just as he was gaining his footing again, he let out a strangled cry, cursed viciously under his breath, and his face contorted, a pronounced limp suddenly hindering his gait. “Oh my gosh,” she whispered, and immediately rushed back, slinging his arm over her shoulder. “Shawn,” she said obviously concerned.

He shook his head, teeth gritted hard, and said, “We have to go, keep going, just—pull me—”

She swallowed hard, but did as he asked, pulling him alongside her, trying to ignore his hisses of pain. They slipped through another door against the wall, just as the footsteps behind them got too loud for comfort and found themselves in a long corridor. Juliet forced open the first door, shutting it behind them. After a quick glance around, she realized that they were now in a storage room of some kind. “Stay here,” she whispered and put his arm around a shelf support nearby before moving into the room and praying she could find somewhere for them to hide.

“Jules,” he said, breathing labored, “the blood—”

“I looked,” she replied quickly, “You weren’t dripping yet. Here, come here, I think we can fit in here.”

She hurried back to his side and he stifled a pained yelp as she half pushed him across the room and up to a pile of old sea creature sculptures. He let out a bark of laughter as he saw the opening she’d found near the back of the pile. “A shark’s mouth? Really, Jules?”

She smirked, humorlessly, and said, “Sit.” So he did, hissing, and both their hearts leapt at the sound of yelling in the corridor outside. “I’m just going to push,” she said, tone vaguely apologetic.

“Do what you have to,” he replied, and she could hear the sound of his teeth gritting as he spoke.

She nodded, bit her lip, and then pressed her body weight into what she hoped was his good leg. The sounds he made in his throat made her flinch, but she pushed until he was all the way in and then, glancing up as the door rattled, quickly forced herself in beside him.

He made a stifled whimpering sound and she grimaced, pulling their legs in as far as she could, swallowing hard as she heard the soft clicking of the thug’s shoes.

It was more than a tight fit inside the shark’s mouth. Their bodies pressed up against one another, her head bent and cheek pressed to the top of his head. Her hips fit awkwardly with his, half on top of his waist and she could tell now which leg was injured (the left) because it still lay almost flat, whereas the other one was drawn up in front of hers, bent at the knee.

They stayed still, breathing far too loudly it seemed, as they listened to the click of the thug’s footsteps. Juliet could feel Shawn's heartbeat pounding beneath her elbow and it matched the rapid pace of her own.

Finally, after what felt like eons, the door opened and closed again and Juliet breathed a quiet sigh of relief. For a few long minutes, they stayed where they were—just in case. When she felt sure it would be okay to emerge, she shifted awkwardly and Shawn grunted as her hip pinched his waist. “Sorry,” she murmured and then twisted, getting onto her knees and shuffling backwards out of the small opening.

When peered back in at him a moment later, Shawn muttered with a heavy sigh, “Well this is going to suck.”