Spoilers for Shawn Rescues Darth Vader. Set after the episode, almost directly.

Juliet shuffled towards the door, eyes barely opened. She tugged at the oak with its brass knob.

"Shawn?"

Her boyfriend strode past her. "I changed my mind."

She turned just in time to see him spin himself. "What?"

"We need to talk about what happened yesterday." He paused and tilted his head, considering the time. "Day before yesterday?" He shook his head. "In the interrogation room."

The whole scene rolled through Juliet's head at high speed. The warmth from his statement returned to the pit of her stomach, spreading through her limbs. As tired as she was, she couldn't keep from smiling.

"What about it?"

Shawn inhaled.

"I'm…I'm not psychic Jules."

It hit her slowly, first removing her grin, then narrowing her eyes.

"What?"

He sighed.

"I'm not psychic."

Juliet wasn't sure what to say. After a few false starts, she finally settled on, "You're not."

He shook his head. "No."

Slowly, the warmth left her and all she was left with was a chill in her chest.

"You know how to beat a lie detector."

Shawn nodded, a big, slow gesture. She wanted to laugh. Of course he could do that. Of course he wasn't psychic. Psychics weren't real!

"But! But," he went on, probably sensing her apprehension, holding his palm towards her to tell her to wait. "I…I meant the other thing."

This time, the detective did laugh.

"Shawn," she reasoned, pony-tail hanging from her tilted head. "How can I know when you're telling the truth versus when you're lying?"

"That's the thing, Jules," he protested. "I don't want to lie to you anymore."

They were both silent, stares locked.

"Say it," she demanded, in her usual gentle, yet daring, tone. "Look me in the eyes, and say it."

With some sadness in his features, his face only a foot from hers, he sighed, "I'm not psychic."

"Shawn," she insisted, voice even.

"I…I don't want to lie to you," he tried, softly.

"Shawn." It was sharper than before and just as insistent.

"I…Jules, I…"

She groaned and brushed past him.

"Jules!" he exclaimed.

She just walked on. He all but jogged to her, sliding in between her and the open kitchen door. He gripped her shoulders and let his eyes hook onto hers.

"I love you." He glanced up for just a moment. "God, I love you, Jules. Happy? Want it in Spanish? Te amo, Juliet. French? Je t'aime. Klingon?"

"You don't know Klingon, Shawn."

"Uh…no. No I don't. But I do love you. You have to know that. I wouldn't have told you this if I didn't. Everything I've said since I got here is 100% fact.

She considered him contemplatively.

"Look, if you're still not sure, you can talk to my dad. He can still always tell when I'm lying. He'd tell you."

She pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes.

"I'm going to have to learn for myself, I guess."

He shook his head.

"No, Jules. You don't. I mean, I'm not perfect, but big stuff? I won't lie to you about that. Not anymore."

She nodded.

"Wanna…pop in Pretty in Pink and snuggle?"

She grinned.

"Sure."

She headed towards the living room, before pausing and turning back to him.

"Oh. And…I love you too, Shawn."

He grinned, a huge, toothy one that made his cheeks ache. When he finally dozed off, Juliet in his arms, the grin faded into a smile, but still didn't leave his face.