Psych: Solid Steel

Disclaimer: I don't own these characters and I am not affiliated with the USA Network in any way. I am simply borrowing Shawn and company for a little while ;)

A/N: I just watched the episode "Turn Right Or Left For Dead" and I couldn't resist putting my own spin on it... I hope you enjoy!


They had found her. Cautiously he and Gus approached Elin. Shawn started talking, Gus chiming in where necessary.

Sharing glances, both he and Gus tried to read what Elin was thinking. This chick is crazy, she could be thinking anything, Shawn thought to himself as he and Gus kept talking about mental hospitals and matronly women.

"Okay," Elin said softly, smiling as she looked at Gus and then at Shawn.

After a moment of looking at Shawn, she said, "Help me."

Shawn looked at Gus, I can't believe that worked! They fist bumped and then Shawn reached for her hand.

As he leaned forward, she suddenly turned to face the other direction, still crouching, she used her right leg to knock Gus off of his feet, sending him flying onto the grass beside the road. Shawn watched in disbelief as Gus yelled and fell to the ground.

Distracted by Gus's fall, Shawn barely heard the sound of a blade being unsheathed and turned to look where Elin had been a moment before. The next thing he knew, she was coming at him fast with a knife in her right hand.

He must still be slightly out of it due to his mild concussion because he didn't react as fast as normal. Gasping as she plunged the knife into his side and drew it out again they tumbled to the ground. He caught her hand before she could try again and battled to keep the knife away from his heart.

As he struggled, he was vaguely aware of Gus going on about his head. Dude now is not the time to be freaking out about the new head polish you are trying! Shawn thought, still struggling to keep Elin's blade from piercing his chest.

"Gus! This I-is some crazy monkey-like strength, Gus!" He grunted out, not caring that his voice had gotten higher. This is it! I'm going to be killed by a girl with monkey strength!

"Gus! I'm going to lose!" He struggled to say, drawing out the last word as he kept pushing the blade away from his body. Grunting, with Gus still yelping in the background, suddenly Juliet's beautiful voice broke through the madness.

She and Lassiter approached with guns drawn and Elin just looked Shawn square in the eye. With a creepy smile that Shawn totally thought meant she was going to take him with her, she released the knife.

Sighing in relief, Shawn just laid there as Lassiter pulled her off of him. Gus finally got up, still holding his head, welcome to the club buddy.

"This is crazy, I'm out of here," Gus stated shakenly, freaking out as he started towards the Blueberry, leaving Shawn behind without another thought.

Getting up off of the ground, Shawn stumbled a little before gaining his feet. Juliet was still standing there, while Lassiter had taken Elin to the cop car.

Breathing a sigh of relief, Shawn realized that he was holding the knife. Giving the blade to Juliet, she gave him a look he couldn't decipher.

"You Okay?" Was all she asked without another glance at the knife he had just handed her.

"Yeah it-it's very difficult to hurt solid steel," Shawn answered, shaking the dirt off of his hands, hoping she'd catch the double meaning.

Juliet just hummed in response. Shaking his head, which had started to pound something fierce again, all he could say was, "You rescued me."

Her eyes never leaving his face, she responded with a resigned voice, "I'm a cop, Shawn." As he nodded, she nodded back, looking to the left with an expression that said there was nothing more to be said.

With that, she turned and made her way over to Lassiter, leaving Shawn standing there. Shortly, she and Lassiter were in the car and heading back to the precinct, prisoner in tow.

Trying to comprehend everything that had just happened, Shawn just stood there. His situation with Juliet was just as frustrating as ever. Why can't she just understand?

Suddenly, as he dropped his head to the side in frustration he felt a sharp pain in his side. Calling out, he fell to his knees, hand immediately seeking out the cause of this intense pain.

"Gus?!" He called out weakly, hoping that Gus could hear him and wasn't just completely freaking out as he waited in the Blueberry.

Lifting his hand away from his shirt, he was surprised to see blood coating his fingers. Looking down, he didn't see anything on his shirt, but as he lifted it up he saw that his green t-shirt was soaked through.

Fighting the cobwebs in his head, he tried to apply pressure and get to his feet. But his body wasn't cooperating and this time he fell harshly to the ground, laying on his side he squeezed his eyes closed.

"G-gus!" He tried to get out one more time. Finally, as darkness closed in around the edges of his vision, he heard the Blueberry's door slam and Gus yell something frantically at him.

"She g-got m-me." He managed to get out in a whisper as Gus fell to his knees by Shawn's side.

"Oh no... Oh no!" Gus said, looking frantically at Shawn's side. Waving his arms around he finally pulled out his cell phone and called 911.

"It's okay Shawn... you're going to be okay," Gus said, eyes glued to Shawn's face.

"I-I know... s-solid as s-steel" Shawn whispered, wheezing slightly. Gus watched in agony as Shawn lost his battle for consciousness and the darkness claimed his friend.

Unsure what do to, he put pressure on Shawn's wound and dialed another number. Finally, it stopped ringing and they answered.

"Juliet," He said, a tremor in his voice as he was borderline hysterical, "S-shawn's hurt."