Sylar looked around, brandishing his knife. "Come out and pl-" his words were cut off as he got slammed against the wall, pinned against it by an invisble barricade. Then Shawn walked up, glaring murderously into his eyes. He took the gun and clicked the safety off.
"You are one sick son of a bitch, you know that? This ends. Now."
**********
Lassiter paced the entry hallway of the restaurant angrily. All of the other officers were sitting in the other
"Carlton? Are you okay?" Juliet asked, quietly approaching him.
"I shouldn't have left him! Spencer is a civilian and we need to be there to protect him! That's what officers of the law do! We protect people!" Lassiter ranted.
Juliet looked around, then turned back to Lassie. "About that. I have something I need to tell you." She got up on her tiptoes and Lassiter bent down slightly. Cupping her hand over his ear, she whispered, "Shawn got powers from the lightning. It sounds crazy, but he did. He showed me."
Lassiter quietly replied, "Like what?"
"Telekinesis. So don't worry about him. He will be fine."
Lassiter stood straight up and Juliet returned to her normal height. "I won't stop worrying about him until you do."
**********
Shawn squeezed the trigger tightly, though looking away as he did so. He felt a jerk in his wrist. The gun misfired, and caused Shawn to lose control over Sylar. The next he knew, he was on the floor with a pounding headache, Sylar looming over him. Sylar snatched the gun out of Shawn's hand and pointed it at its owner. As he prepared to shoot, Juliet and Lassiter bursted into the station, firearms drawn. "Hands in the air and drop the gun, you son of a bitch!" Lassiter shouted when he saw Sylar's form over Shawn's.
Sylar turned slowly, lowering his right hand as if he was going to put the gun down, but instead he shot it at Juliet's knee, grazing her skin. Both Lassiter and Juliet open fired at Sylar, but he got away by jumping out one of the windows. At least, he thought he did until Dobson cuffed him outside.
Lassiter rushed up to Shawn while the EMTs looked at Juliet's leg. "Spencer? Are you okay?"
Shawn slowly opened his eyes, rubbing the back of his head. "Lassie? Wha - what are you doing here?"
"Saving your ass. Again," Carlton said, trying to sound annoyed. But he couldn't mask his worry for the psychic.
"Is Jules okay?" Shawn asked, looking up at Lassie with concern written all over his face.
"Yeah, a bullet grazed her leg, but she'll be fine. I'm okay too, thanks for asking."
Shawn sat up quickly, but soon realized that it was a bad idea when he turned his head and retched on the station floor. An EMT came over and brought him in the ambulance with Jules, so they could get the back of his head checked out better and Jules could get stitched up. Lassiter stayed behind to deal with Sylar and informing his fellow officers of the situation they were in.
Juliet's hand snaked over and grabbed Shawn's, tightly squeezing it. Shawn rubbed his thumb lightly across the back of her hand, and they stayed like that for the entire trip to the hospital.
**********
Sylar yanked at the cuffs to no avail. Lassiter stormed into the interrogation room. "Okay, listen up, you little shit. I'm going to ask you questions, and you are going to answer them. And you are going to answer them truthfully."
"Of course," he replied quietly.
"Why are you after the psychics of Santa Barbara?"
"Because supernatural powers are things that do not belong on Earth."
"That's not a reason. Let me ask again, why were you trying to kill Shawn Spencer??" Lassiter hissed.
"Because he is inhuman, and the world isn't ready for him. So it would be more of a mercy killing. So they don't dissect him or anything while he's still alive."
Lassiter stopped. "And what makes Spencer so special? Couldn't they just 'dissect' any old psychic?"
Sylar laughed. "You really don't know? Shawn is more than just psychic."
**********
Shawn and Juliet's beds were in the same room in the hospital, and their hands were intertwined, hanging loosely in the space between them. Juliet had nodded off, but Shawn was captivated by her angelic looks as she slept. He stared at her lovingly until his thoughts were disturbed by a loud crash.
It was the door to his room being burst open and his dad, Gus and Lassiter all came through at the same time. They all looked as though they were about to start yelling, but saw Juliet and calmed themselves.
"Uh, Detective Lassiter, you can go first," Henry said with a quick smile and a wave of his hands. Lassiter was immediately on Shawn like a hound.
"Why did I have to find out from a murderer after being told by Juliet that you are a telekinetic, a mindreader, and a superpsychic?"
Shawn gulped, but that was the only betrayal of his nervousness. He replied quickly with a chuckle, "Lassie, I don't even understand half of the words you just said. Besides superpsychic, which I agree on, I'm completely lost." Before Lassiter replied, he saw his dad rolling his eyes at him through his peripheral vision.
"It means you know what I'm thinking and you can move things with your mind."
Gus looked shocked at the accusation, and looked at Henry to see that the feeling was not mutual. Henry knew. But how? After all, there's no such thing as superpowers. Right?
