Big shout out to @girlofiron who reminded me that I have a Psych daemons au!! For those of you unfamiliar with daemons, the short explanation is that they’re a physical manifestation of a person’s soul, and share a telepathic connection with their human. This is set during 7x08.
Shawn walks slowly into the apartment building, hesitating more than usual in an effort to eavesdrop on the detectives ahead of them before being noticed. Hopper is a few yards ahead of him, scrambling along the ceiling, currently as white as the ceiling tiles.
He frowns, watching Juliet gesture at the large lioness beside her. Alice appears irritated by whatever is going on, and Juliet’s body language indicates an argument.
“I’ve never seen a daemon disagree with their human before,” he mutters to Gus. “Well, not so openly.”
“I’ve read about it, but not in a while,” Gus tells him. “It was in my college daemonology class. A daemon disobeying or behaving aggressively toward their human is a sign of an intense internal conflict.”
“That makes sense,” Shawn sighs. His stomach drops at the thought of what Juliet is probably conflicted over, but at the same time, a bubble of hope rises in his chest. If she had already told Lassie and the chief, she wouldn’t be arguing with Alice…
She still loves us, Hopper agrees. See? Watch this!
Shawn winces, hurrying to catch up to the chameleon. Woah, woah, woah, I think we need to tread lightly, buddy–
As he watches, Hopper loses his camouflage and drops from the ceiling onto Juliet’s shoulder. Juliet jolts and brushes the chameleon onto the floor.
Ouch! Could’ve seen that coming, says Hopper, and then, oh, holy shit! Shawn winces at the sight of Juliet’s daemon stalking after his own, looking ready to pounce.
“Lay off him,” Juliet mutters, but Alice continues to growl menacingly. Shawn hurries to scoop up Hopper, wary of the disconnect between Jules and her daemon.
“Aw, Jules, you do care!” Shawn tries to lighten the mood as best he can,only relaxing slightly when Alice slinks off to join Musucm, sulking in the corner.
Juliet sighs. “Shawn, what are you doing here?”
“O’Hara,” Lassie says. Shawn ignores him.
“Investigating the case, same as you,” he says with a shrug.
“Oh, good, we always need your valuable expertise,” Juliet shoots back.
“O’Hara,” Lassiter repeats, more insistent.
Juliet turns to face him. “What, did you find something?”
“No,” he says, folding his arms, “did you?”
“What?” Juliet scowls. “You’re not making any sense.”
But Shawn is a few steps ahead of her, looking with growing horror toward where the golden lioness and the grey wolf are standing, side by side, like conspirators. No, he thinks. No, if Jules hasn’t, then Alice wouldn’t, either–
What do you think they were fighting about? counters Hopper. Or have you not been paying attention for the last ten minutes?
“Oh, you can’t talk,” Shawn hisses, turning his attention back to the detectives in front of him.
“Carlton, what are you talking about?” Juliet demands.
“Is Spencer psychic?”
Juliet stammers and bluffs, not answering. Shawn’s heart sinks; he knows she won’t lie to Lassie.
“Because according to your daemon, he’s not,” Lassiter continues.
Juliet freezes, then whips around to glare at Alice. “I thought we agreed to keep it secret!” she hisses.
The lioness gives her a reproachful look.
“For now! Just for now!”
Alice huffs and stalks away.
“Oh, where are you going? Get back here!”
“Jules,” Shawn sighs. “Juliet. It’s okay.”
She shakes her head, refusing to look at him. “I’m sorry,” she says softly. He’s not sure if she’s talking to him or to Lassie.
The latter glowers at him, his wolf sitting tall and threatening at his side. “So, Spencer… you really aren’t psychic.”
Despite everything, Shawn laughs. “Oh, Lassie. Answering that would be a confession.”