"Uh, Lassie? Have you gone crazy? Because I am totally cool with getting you some medicine if you'll be needing it," Gus said jokingly. "I mean, come on, son! There's no such thing as superpowers!" He started laughing forcibly. "Right?" He asked, slowly quieting down.
"Uh, Gus, buddy. I need to tell you a few things. Dad, you too. One, the lightning strike enhanced my brain. Two, it did so by-" he glanced at Lassiter "-amplifying my already existing psychic abilites, mind-reading, and teleki- moving things with my mind. Sorry for not telling you... Vick told me to keep you in the dark.
"So yeah. Superpowers exist, buddy. And since I have them, I guess you could call me a superhero!" Shawn said excitedly, attempting to sit up. That combined with talking loudly was a bad idea, and he laid back down in slight pain. "Lassie, I can hear your thoughts, and you need to relax. And so do I. Please leave so I can sleep," Shawn asked.
"Sure, kid," Henry smiled, rubbing his son's leg before he left. Gus gave him a quick, weak fist bump, but Lassiter stayed.
"You can hear my thoughts, sure. But what about theirs? You never commented on their thoughts," Lassiter noted. He looked at Shawn for a hopefully reasonable reply, but instead saw a passed out man-child. He grinned slightly at the sight, as it was rather cute, but realized quickly and went back to his usual brooding self.
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"Okay, so Shawn is a superhero..." Gus said to himself, "wow. I mean, of course it would be him and not me, I'm just the black sidekick." He looked around the Psych office, noting his tap shoes in one corner. "Unless..."
Minutes later, Gus, clad in black with a cape, tap shoes, and a bag of sand, was Tap-Man. He walked into the bathroom and checked himself out. Then he realized something was missing. Grabbing a roll of red duct tape, he stuck the letters T and M on his cape, completing the look. "Awww yeah." He tapped the entire way to the door and strutted out like he owned the world. Of course, this didn't last very long.
He caught his foot on a larger twig from the tree nearby, and fell flat onto the cement. Luckily for him, it was dark, and no one saw Tap-Man ashamedly reenter the Psych office.
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Shawn tossed and turned restlessly in his sleep. His eyes whipped back and forth, deep in a psychic vision...
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Sylar was handcuffed to a table, his legs to the chair he was sitting in. He was in a high security prison, with cameras everywhere. A man walked in, an FBI badge in his hand. "Mr. Sylar, I'm going to need to ask you a few questions." Shawn tried to get a better look at the file the man was holding, but he was stuck, as if something was holding him back. Or someone. He suddenly felt a prick in his arm, and the vision faded in front of him.
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The doctors scrambled around Shawn's seizing body. One grabbed his shoulders and put all of his body weight while another did the same with his legs. He continued to thrash under their grip until one doctor managed to inject a sedative into his arm. He slowly calmed down and eventually laid still. Little did the doctors know that the sedative had stopped Shawn from getting any info on Sylar. Or that Shawn was having a psychic vision in the first place.
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Juliet paced (limped, more accurately) up and down the hallway of the hospital until the doctors let her in. Shawn was in his bed, sitting up and rubbing the back of his head. "Shawn? They told me you were having a seizure! Why are you up?" Juliet frantically asked.
"I'm fine, sweetheart. It wasn't a seizure. I was having a vision about Sylar, and they went in and messed it up by sedating me!" Shawn said angrily. "I just want to know how to stop him!"
"I'm sorry honey. But, may I ask how you are awake if they sedated you?"
"Sedatives aren't my thing."
