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Title: Til Death Do Us ... Oh Look, You're Dead
Pairing: Lassiter/O'Hara
Spoilers: Set some time before everything DESCENDED INTO SUCKERY, aka, like, season two?
Word Count: 5,268
Summary: Lassiter and O'Hara go undercover as a married couple. Cue the shenanigans.
Author's Note: This, much like Wives & Daughters and that Drood guy of Dickens', is not finished. Which is lame. However, it has also been sitting on my harddrive for like over a year, and it's over 5,000 words, and I think it's just kind of sad to completely ignore a piece of writing that got that big. I also had a great time writing what does exist, because Detectives Lassiter & O'Hara make an awesome team. However, with season three, Shawn/Juliet came along and totally murdered my desire to watch Psych even a little bit, and it's been ages since I saw any of it, so really, the completion of this is pretty much impossible. Show, this is what you get for putting your highly predictable ship together. The loss of my loyalty, and the abandonment of my fanfiction! I hope you feel properly guilty for what you've done, you fiend of a television program.
( 'There’s yours,' Lassiter mutters, shoving the gold band in his partner’s direction. When five seconds slip by without her taking it – an anomaly for O’Hara, whose motor reflexes have never been anything less than adequate – he looks over at her. She’s staring at him, her forehead and nose scrunched up in that expression of mildly appalled disbelief that he’s more or less gotten used to. )
Pairing: Lassiter/O'Hara
Spoilers: Set some time before everything DESCENDED INTO SUCKERY, aka, like, season two?
Word Count: 5,268
Summary: Lassiter and O'Hara go undercover as a married couple. Cue the shenanigans.
Author's Note: This, much like Wives & Daughters and that Drood guy of Dickens', is not finished. Which is lame. However, it has also been sitting on my harddrive for like over a year, and it's over 5,000 words, and I think it's just kind of sad to completely ignore a piece of writing that got that big. I also had a great time writing what does exist, because Detectives Lassiter & O'Hara make an awesome team. However, with season three, Shawn/Juliet came along and totally murdered my desire to watch Psych even a little bit, and it's been ages since I saw any of it, so really, the completion of this is pretty much impossible. Show, this is what you get for putting your highly predictable ship together. The loss of my loyalty, and the abandonment of my fanfiction! I hope you feel properly guilty for what you've done, you fiend of a television program.
( 'There’s yours,' Lassiter mutters, shoving the gold band in his partner’s direction. When five seconds slip by without her taking it – an anomaly for O’Hara, whose motor reflexes have never been anything less than adequate – he looks over at her. She’s staring at him, her forehead and nose scrunched up in that expression of mildly appalled disbelief that he’s more or less gotten used to. )
