Title: Blame It On the Heat Wave
Disclaimer: Joss owns his stuff, Steve Franks owns his.
Summary: Unconnected August themed ficlets.
Words: 313Blame It On the Heat Wave
"I don't think this is a good idea," Lorne sighed, crossing his arms as he watched the human man from across the way. "He doesn't really believe in psychics, even if he claims to be one."
"You wanted redemption," Aggie shrugged.
"I need to redeem my soul for what happened to Fred," Lorne said quietly.
"What needed to happen, happened, Lorne. There was no going back once events were put into motion."
"Doesn't mean I have to like it," he huffed.
"Didn't say you had to."
"And just how am I supposed to convince that man that I am a psychic demon from another dimension?"
"I'll leave the finer details to you."
"Thanks, puddin' pop."
"It ain't easy bein' green."
"I think that's my line."
Meanwhile, across the way Shawn Spencer noticed the Bogart-esque man and the pretty woman with the cafe au lait complexion watching the Psych office. He was too busy noticing the strange couple that he missed Gus coming up behind him. Shawn jumped.
"Dude, don't do that!" Shawn glanced back at the empty space the couple had left behind. "Aw, now they're gone!"
"Who is gone, Shawn?"
"Boggie and the taller Halle Berry."
"You do know that there's not a damn thing wrong with Halle Berry. And that Bogart is dead, right?"
"Of course. Doesn't seem to be stopping Elvis's career."
"Who were they?"
"I'm not actually a psychic, Gus. I just play one on TV," Shawn rubbed the back of his neck. Something bad was coming. "I'm thinking a rival private detective based on that outfit. That or a teenage mutant ninja turtle."
"I don't think those exist."
"C'mon, only one of them was really an ROUS. And he was a wise old rodent."
"You do know he raised them with the sole purpose of slaughtering Shredder in the original comics."
"A man can change his stars."
"You're quoting A Knight's Tale