Don't Leave: A Shassie Fanfic

Why?

Carlton couldn't believe it. Why? He should have known after Victoria, he DID know. All love ends in gut wrenching despair. Why did he let himself be fooled again?

Carlton Lassiter was sitting at his kitchen table with a half empty bottle of scotch. His jacket had been discarded on the floor, contradicting the strict neatness of his house, and his tie was loosened. He himself looked like death as he took a swig out of his bottle.

Why had he let himself be tricked by that annoying, maddeningly hot, psychic? Especially since said psychic was known for constantly flirting with any girl that would reciprocate. Sometimes even with women who shot him down.

Why was it a surprise when he walked out of the department and found Shawn Spencer, HIS boyfriend, flirting with some pretty blonde? Why would he do that? Shawn was supposed to be waiting for him. How could he not see Shawn and that slut.

Ok that was harsh. She probably wasn't a slut. But he swore to himself if she came near Shawn again he will shoot her, repeatably... and Shawn.

When he saw them he had stomped angrily to his car, ignoring Spencer's shouts. He had then driven home, opened a new bottle of scotch, and drank for the sole purpose of forgetting that psychic's name.

When the bottle was almost gone, and the goal was still unaccomplished, Carlton heard a knock at his door. He looked up and shouted, "Go away!" The knocking simply continued. "I said go away! I have several guns I will not hesitate to shoot you with every single one!"

"Dude" yelled the intruder the through the door; "Let me in." Carlton rolled his eyes at the fact that it was the very man he been trying to forget. "Go away Spencer!"

"I would love to leave you in your drunk state, cause lord knows you are a mean, and very rude, drunk, but I happen to live here now."

Shit. That was one thing Carlton did forget. "Then use your fucking key!"

"Man! You know I never remember that. Just come and open the door."

"Damn you Spencer!" Carlton mumbled as he staggered to the door. His fingers kept shaking as he tried to unlock the door. When he succeeded and Shawn made his way into the apartment, Lassiter almost fell to the floor and would have if Shawn hadn't caught him. "Woah there buddy. Let's get you to bed."

"I don't need your help Spencer." Carlton tried to shake off Shawn's grasp, which led to him almost falling again. "See what'll I tell ya? You're a rude drunk. Which begs the question, why are you drinking? And why did you leave me all alone on the steps of the station? I had to walk home! Well, I made a detour to the smoothie place. They make a wonderful pineapple smoothie. Come on."

Shawn put an arm around his very wasted boyfriend and led him to the bedroom.

"Why didn't you ask your blonde girlfriend to take you home?" Shawn stopped in mid tracks with a look of utter astonishment on his face. He was so surprised by this comment that he almost dropped Lassiter.

"Lassie, I don't-" suddenly realization crossed his face and he burst out laughing, much to the annoyance to the head detective. "Oh Lassie-face! Is that what all this is about?"

"Unfortunately Spencer, I don't see the humor anywhere in this situation."

"But I do! I am bit offended, however, that you find me so fickle. But we will talk about that in the morning. Well, we will if your hangover, that you will most likely be suffering, doesn't compel you to shoot me with every gun in your collection."

Lassiter merely grunted, the alcohol causing him to black out. "Come on! You can not go boneless on me! Just a little more Lassie! You can do it!" Shawn succeeded to get Carlton to the bed before the drunk blacked out completely.

"There you go!" Shouted Shawn when he got his boyfriend under the covers. He than went out to make sure the door was locked and turned off all the lights before he crawled next to the love of his life. He looked at Carlton and smiled. Tomorrow was going to be a very special day.