Here We Go Again
So this is actually something I'd had started a while ago but forgot about it. I just rediscovered it and fixed it up a bit. I hope you enjoy it! :)
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the season 1 and 2 DVDs
"Shawn Spencer, you are under arrest."
"God," he heard Lassiter hiss as he passed him. "You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this."
Unusually silent, Shawn didn't say a word. Instead, he searched the crowd for the one face that mattered most. The cool night air was pierced with the wails of sirens and the buzz of the onlookers, but it all seemed to fade away as he locked eyes with his fiancée, Juliet O'Hara.
"You lied to me." She stated simply, her eyes burning with anger and betrayal but rimmed with tears.
"Jules, listen to me." He pleaded. "I wanted to tell you. I really did. It's just that…"
"Enough!" she snapped. "Shawn, it's over. I never should have trusted you." And with that, she twisted the diamond engagement ring from her finger and dropped in into his palm before turning and walking away.
It had been seventeen years since Juliet left him. Ten of those years had been spent on probation and community service after he was found to be a fraud physic. He had been able to avoid a jail sentence on account of the legitimate help he had provided during his stint as the police department's "psychic consultant". But the greatest punishment of all came just minutes after the initial arrest was made, when the love of his life had ended their fairytale romance and transferred back to Miami.
It had been awhile since he tried to contact her. He often wondered if she had moved on. Gotten married? Had kids? Maybe she had gotten divorced and…no. Shawn had long since shook those thoughts from his mind and turned his attention to opening his very own smoothie bar. They had both moved on. Well, at least she had.
The door chimes rang and Shawn looked up. A few customers were beginning to wander in. Among them was a petite brunette teenager who looked slightly familiar.
"Good morning!" he greeted his customers, sauntering out of the small office space behind the counter. "Mrs. Carlson! Bran muffin and a Peach Protein, am I correct?" The older woman smiled and nodded. Shawn then did the same for the others, until he got to the girl. "Good morning" he greeted "headed off to class?"
"Not exactly; I was hoping to talk to the owner."
"Well, that would be me; but I'm sorry, we're not hiring at this time. But if smoothie blending is your passion, I would try the Jamba Juice by the mall…"
The girl gave him a quizzical look. "That's not what...okay. You're Shawn, right?" She peered at his nametag and continued. "Do you by any chance remember a Juliet O'Hara?"
Shawn's heart stopped. His cheerful face suddenly took on an unhealthy pallor. "O'Hara?"
"Yes. She used to be a cop here in Santa Barbara?"
"I knew her." Shawn looked into the girl's eyes and suddenly he realized who she reminded him of.
"Great! Because I really need your help…actually, we both do."
By then, more and more customers had begun to pile in. Shawn looked at the line and sighed. "I really have to get back to work, but do you think that you could come back around closing time?"
"Yeah, I'll be back."
At seven o'clock, the mysterious brunette returned. Shawn handed her a pineapple smoothie and prepared to ask the questions he had been asking himself all day long.
"Yum!" she grinned happily. "I adore pineapple! It is seriously the best fruit ever."
"Is she your mother?"
"Huh?" she looked up.
"Sorry. Let's start with introductions. I'm Shawn Spencer."
She smiled and reached out her hand. "Sierra O'Hara. It rhymes…I hate that."
"No, it's awesome. Not many names do."
"Thanks. Anyway, to answer your question, yes. Juliet is my mom." Her smile faded. "And right now she's in terrible danger."
Shawn gulped. "Wha…what do you mean?"
"She's been horribly depressed lately. I didn't know what was going on until her partner, James, filled me in. I need you to come back to Miami with me."
Suddenly, Sierra's cell phone rang. "Speak of the devil." She flipped it open. "Hey, mom. Oh yeah, California is all kinds of fun. Actually, right now, I'm in Santa Barbara." Bracing herself, she held the phone away from her ear. Shawn cringed at the sound of a loud, incoherent shouting that he was all too familiar with.
"Mom, I'm alright. Yes, I'm booking a flight right now. Uh-huh, love you, too." As she snapped her phone shut, he turned to Shawn. "Sorry about that."
"It's alright." He smiled in spite of himself. "I'm kind of used to it."
"Right." She cocked her head hopefully. "So, are you in?
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