The minutes turn to hours before I finally look at the clock and watch it flash 9:45. Precisely a minute later Shawn walks into the station with an eager look upon his face. He takes long smooth strides as he bounces over to my desk. His eyes glisten with thrill.
"You ready to go meet-" he pauses and models his face while looking off into the distance, "The Doctor?" He finishes in a low and fake tone. I gently shove his shoulder while grabbing my purse. I exit the station with Shawn following closely behind. The crisp night air embraces me as I walk down the steps. A light sea breeze blows through the night sky. Autopilot turns on in my head, walk to the car, keys in the engine, seat belt on, drive. My mind has wandered elsewhere.
10:10
10:10
10:10
10:10
10:10
Adrenaline connects to the number ten as it swims through my head. My heartbeat quickens when my head fails to find an answer. It's just a number, so what's so special about it?
Shawn nudges me a few times and I just shake it off, by instinct.
"Jules? You look like you've just seen a ghost, should I call Dean and Sam?" Shawn asks lightheartedly. The warmth of his laugh pulls me out of my haze just enough to mumble
"Hah, it's just too late okay Shawn, too late to deal with this"
"Wow someone's still grumps" Shawn grumbles
"I'm not grumps!" I snap
Shawn raises a curious eyebrow, but doesn't respond.
I continue driving, but the mystery still remains, why 10?
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Psychic Paper
FanfictionA Doctor Who and Psych crossover in which everything Psych is based on is put to the test when Shawn, Jules, and Gus take on a rather interesting case with a man in a blue box.
