Disclaimer: I only own the plot or anything you may not recognize unless otherwise specified, I do not own Psych, or Shawn or Jules, or James Roday, no matter how much I wish that I did.

Summary: Juliet is in a devastating accident that leaves her a shell of her former self; can a certain charming psychic help her back onto her feet?

Junior Detective Juliet O'Hara always followed the safety rules when riding or driving in a car. She always checked her mirrors, kept her stereo at a reasonable level, remembered to turn on her blinker, always went the speed limit, and always, always, remembered to buckle her seatbelt.

But today she didn't have time. She didn't have time to do all of those precautionary things, a little girl was in trouble, and needed her help. So she didn't check her mirrors, didn't use her turn signal, didn't drive the speed limit, and didn't buckle her seatbelt. She would only realize later how much of a devastating effect this one act of defiance, one act of rebellion, would have.

She couldn't concentrate on anything but that little girl, and that she needed help, fast. She was driving at least ten miles over the speed limit, probably more, her seatbelt hanging loose at her side, and her mirrors not in the positions that they probably should be. Her dashboard siren was whirring, the blood red light flashing at the other drivers, telling them to get out of the way, but it was Juliet who was in the way. She ran a stop sign, and as the headlights loomed on her side of the car, and her stormy blue eyes went wide, the only thing she could think about was that now she wouldn't be able to save that little girl.

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Beep. Beep. Beep.

Something about the rhythmic beeping was comforting and disconcerting all at the same time. Where was she? What had happened? She couldn't remember anything but a very bright, white light, some voices still lingered in her head, telling her to hold on, but she couldn't place a single one.

Her blue eyes slowly fluttered open to find a white ceiling with fluorescent lighting and a large needle attached to a tube in her arm. She was in a hospital, that much she knew. She must be hurt, but she couldn't remember any accidents. The beeping sped up and the sound was now alarming.

Several women and a single man ran into the room, doctor or nurses' scrubs on them, and they reached her bed in record time, two of the nurses started checking her vitals as the doctor hurried to reassure her.

"Juliet, my name is Doctor McGhee, and I'm here to help you. Can you tell me what year it is?"

Her brain was fuzzy, a year, a year, she wasn't sure.

"Uh, 2007?" she guessed, it sounded familiar and he smiled down at her.

"Very good, and your full name?"

"Juliet Elizabeth O'Hara." She didn't even falter.

"Excellent, can you tell me what happened to you?"

This one she didn't know.

"I…I know I'm in a hospital, but the details aren't there, all I can remember is a bright, white light."

"Juliet," his smile was sad, "You were in a car accident, what you're remembering are the headlights of the other car."

"And the driver?" she wasn't even sure if she wanted to hear the news.

"He's still unconscious, just like you, he wasn't wearing a seatbelt."

Her heart plummeted to her knees, why hadn't she worn her seatbelt? She always wore it, no matter where she was going, even if it was just down the street. Where could she have possibly been going that was so important that she didn't bother to buckle herself in?

"Juliet?" he was speaking to her again.

"Yes?" she asked him, noting the steady beeping had returned.

"I'm going to let a few of your friends in, they've been very worried about you. Would that be okay?"

She nodded her head eagerly, wanting to see some familiar faces instead of the sterile ones of the nurses at her bedside, and the still unfamiliar one of the elderly doctor looming over her.

"Okay, they'll be in, in just a minute."

Juliet slowly pulled herself into a better sitting position, noticing that her hospital gown was the one with a back to it; she needn't worry about exposing anything.

"Juliet."

"O'Hara."

Several people and several versions of her name entered the room and her confusion simply grew. She didn't recognize a single one. A woman not much older than herself with blonde hair and dark eyes, a slightly stern but soft look to her face, a man who had a pinched look about him with dark hair and equally dark eyes was staring at her, his face paler than anything she'd seen, and next to him a dark-skinned man who seemed to be picking up on her confusion.

"Juliet?" he asked her gently and she backed further into her pillows.

"Who're you?" she asked them, fear and bile rising in her throat.

"Juliet." He sounded scared and slightly wounded, "Its me, its Gus."

Gus? She didn't know a Gus.

"Who?" she asked, the steady beeping changing back to the irregular beat of before.

"Calm down Juliet, I'm Chief Vick, you don't remember me?" the blonde woman was speaking.

"No." she could feel the tears rising, but she refused to cry, she didn't know these people.

"Oh-no." the man with a pinched face groaned, concern etched over his features no matter how hard he tried to hide it; his still pale face gave him away.

"What?" asked Juliet, unsure of herself and why they all seemed to be so worried.

"You really don't remember us?" asked Gus.

"No." she shook her head, the beeping becoming slightly more regular as she adjusted to the situation.

There was a small scuffle heard outside the door and then a man about her own age waltzed in, a small bouquet of flowers in his hand, a motorcycle helmet slung under the other, and a bright smile on his handsome face; dark green eyes peaking out from behind the slightest hint of a bang in his brown hair. His face. She didn't recognize him either.

"Jules, I know you were reluctant to go out with me, but you could have just canceled." He teased her good naturedly, placing the bouquet on a side table and leaning in to kiss her temple. She backed further into the pillows, faintly registering her heart rate skyrocketing.

"Who the hell are you?" she asked the man before her. He looked down at her, quickly backing away, hurt in his eyes.

"What d'you mean?" his voice was soft, scared.

"I don't know who the hell you are." She replied, fear in her own voice. He looked from her to the man named Gus and then back to the startled form of Juliet.

"Jules, it's me, its Shawn." He gestured to himself as though it was going to register her memory.

"Do I know you?" she asked him, tears welling in her dark blue eyes.

"Juliet, honey, you're sort of dating him." Chief Vick spoke up, fear on her own face as she viewed her friend.

"What?" Juliet snapped, looking over at the blonde woman then back at the man named Shawn. She didn't know him; there was nothing familiar about his face.

"Gus, I think we need a doctor." Shawn looked pointedly over at his best friend who did exactly what no one had said and left the room to retrieve the doctor.

"I can't remember what happened to me. I can't remember anything but my name and the year. Where are we? Are we still in Miami?" she started to ramble and at the mention of her hometown the three left in the room exchanged scared looks.

"No, Jules we're in Santa Barbara, California." Shawn sat on the foot of her bed, his voice soothing, along with his eyes.

"California?" she echoed softly, confusion on her face. Shawn gave her a small smile and placed a gentle hand on her left leg.

"Don't worry, we'll help you get your memory back."

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Okay, so this is a little cliché, but I couldn't resist. I think I can put some good spins on it, and I hope you'll give me as much support on this story as you did on my Shules fic.

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