"So who are you?" Shawn asked, moving his knight.
His opponent studied the pieces. "What do you mean?"
Shawn frowned as a pawn edged over to block his next move. "First you're an art thief, but not really. Then a murderer, but not actually. Then dead, until you weren't. Then you may or may not be a spy? Dude, you have more identities than Jason Bourne." He leaned over the chessboard, considering carefully. A rook slid left. "Check."
The aristocrat smiled and slid his king to safety. "You're good at reading people. Who do you see?"
"A dude with great hair and awesome skill set." Shawn moved his queen closer. "Gus and Lassie think that's not enough. Check."
"And you?"
"I also see a good friend, who saved my life."
Another smile as the black bishop joined the fray. "Then, does the answer really matter? Checkmate."
The office door banged open, Gus's voice drifting in.
"Sounds as if you have company. Until next time." The call ended, the screen going dark.
Shawn continued to stare at the chessboard, wondering how he'd been outmaneuvered again.
"Video-calling again? With who?" Gus asked, entering the room.
Shawn smiled. "Turns out, it doesn't matter."
Author's Chapter Notes:
4/26/20 Prompt: Who Are You?
When I first read this prompt I thought, "Hey, that'd make a great angsty piece for Shawn!" So of course my brain ran a completely different direction with it. XD
When I first read this prompt I thought, "Hey, that'd make a great angsty piece for Shawn!" So of course my brain ran a completely different direction with it. XD
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