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tthdrabblesTitle: Helping the Non-Demony
Word Count: 200
Fandom: Psych
Challenge: #82 Stolen and Freely Given
Disclaimer: Don’t own them
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Cordelia walked briskly. Her second time out since she died would be quick. If they found her with it... She had been watching so many parts of the world. It was time to even up the odds for the non-demony helping forces.
She zoned in on two men walking down the street. She grabbed one of them by the collar. Cordelia had just planned to do a quick peck. But damn, this guy could kiss.
“Uh Shawn…” his friend tapped him on the shoulder. Cordelia smiled, out of the corner of her eye she saw Shawn smack the other guy.
She managed to pull herself away. “Now they can’t take it back. Free will and all that mumbo-jumbo.” She paused to poke him in the chest, “You better keep doing what you’re doing Shawn Spencer. No turning evil.” Then she disappeared into the crowds.
“Who was that?”
“My possible future wife, if me and Jules don’t work ou—” Shawn groaned as a flurry of images flashed in front of his eyes. When they stopped he grabbed Gus’s shirt, “Gus I think I just had a vision.”
“So did I. The peanut guy is now here from 4 to 10.”
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End
Word Count: 200
Fandom: Psych
Challenge: #82 Stolen and Freely Given
Disclaimer: Don’t own them
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Cordelia walked briskly. Her second time out since she died would be quick. If they found her with it... She had been watching so many parts of the world. It was time to even up the odds for the non-demony helping forces.
She zoned in on two men walking down the street. She grabbed one of them by the collar. Cordelia had just planned to do a quick peck. But damn, this guy could kiss.
“Uh Shawn…” his friend tapped him on the shoulder. Cordelia smiled, out of the corner of her eye she saw Shawn smack the other guy.
She managed to pull herself away. “Now they can’t take it back. Free will and all that mumbo-jumbo.” She paused to poke him in the chest, “You better keep doing what you’re doing Shawn Spencer. No turning evil.” Then she disappeared into the crowds.
“Who was that?”
“My possible future wife, if me and Jules don’t work ou—” Shawn groaned as a flurry of images flashed in front of his eyes. When they stopped he grabbed Gus’s shirt, “Gus I think I just had a vision.”
“So did I. The peanut guy is now here from 4 to 10.”
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End
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