A/N: I know I'm already in the midst of writing 'I Sense Something Between Us' but I got stuck. So, bear (bare?) with me in that department! Until then, I present you with a series of one shots! Please enjoy!!!

Chapter One: Photograph

It was over. Without even uttering the word, Shawn knew it was over. He could actually feel his heart breaking. The stinging pain on his left cheek reminded him of the fight he had with his girlfriend. Ex-girlfriend. Why did things have to end this way? He didn't want it to end. He loved...loves her. If only he hadn't been an arrogant jerk to her…if only he hadn't said what he said. Then again, she had said a few choice words that left Shawn stunned. The whole ordeal broke his heart.

Shawn, slouching with his head down, walked to his coffee table and picked up a photograph. The attractive couple appeared to be the epitome of a perfect relationship: Juliet was smiling fully with her eyes dancing; and Shawn holding her from behind kissing her cheek. Both were flush. That wasn't too long ago. I pictured you and me always, Shawn thought as his vision blurred. Blinking quickly to dismiss possible tears, he forcefully banged the photo back down. He was about to turn away when he took one more glace at the picture. In the photograph, they were safe. They were happy. They were in love. But here, they were heartbroken.

Shawn nearly lost it with his dad at dinner a few days ago. Henry had blamed Shawn—of course—for the falling of Shawn and Juliet's relationship, "No matter what, Shawn, you have to put Juliet first. You can't up and leave like you always do when life gets tough! You've got to be a man and fight, Shawn! I taught you better." Henry leaned back in his chair and took another swig of soda.

"So, basically, what you're saying is do as you say and not as you do." Shawn had glared back smugly. Who was his dad to talk? He was divorced. That was his fault. He didn't deserve to tell Shawn how to run a relationship. What did he know?

Henry seemed to know what Shawn was thinking, "I know what you're thinking. I'm divorced. What do I know, right?" Henry now sat upright and stared at his son face to face, not breaking eye contact, "Here's a tip for you: don't do anything I did. I drew your mom away…like you're doing to Juliet right now. But, it was too late for me to the point where I didn't even care anymore. Don't do that. So, yeah Shawn, don't be like me. You still have a shot. Fight, Shawn. Go fight for her." That was probably the most Henry had ever opened up to Shawn.

Now, back in his apartment, Shawn didn't know where to start. Didn't know how to fix this. Walking away from the photograph taken only one month ago, Shawn decided to sleep. It was late. And he was feeling more drained lately. In the morning. I'll fix it in the morning.

Shawn was beginning to doze off when he heard a knock on his front door. He wobbled out of bed, out of his bedroom, and cautiously approached the main door. It was 3:05am. Who on earth…? Peering through the small peephole, Shawn spied whom exactly on earth. Jules. His heart rate quickened, unable to think of what to do next. Open the door. Right. He should open the door.

There she was.

Wearing a baby blue jacket, green striped pajama pants, and pink fuzzy slipper. Juliet hesitated. Lying in bed, she decided to go to Shawn's apartment on an impulse, to do what? Apologize? Demand an apology? Repair all the damage?

Shawn drank in her appearance as if he hadn't seen her in years. Her long, golden hair was frazzled, and the rims of her eyes here puffy and red. I did that to her…Shawn mentally kicked himself for hurting Juliet. But, then again, she had hurt him deeply too. They both were in the wrong.

Juliet took in how Shawn looked: hair an utter mess, crinkled gray t-shirt, blue boxers, and bare feet. Oh, she had to make everything right again. She had to fight.

At a lost for words, Shawn ushered her inside. After, they both stood there looking at the floor.

Things are never going to be the same between us, are they? Juliet mentally asked Shawn.

As if answering, Shawn nodded his head to the kitchen and walked to that direction, with her following.

Grabbing a barstool, Juliet watched Shawn opened a few cabinets and selected certain items. He was making them coffee. Neither of them spoke.

As the coffee was brewing, Shawn took a stool opposite side of Juliet. Hands under his chin, his eyes met with Juliet's, who mimicked his position. They simply stared at each other until their drinks were ready.

They drank in silence, with their eyes meeting after every few sips.

During this silence, so much was said.

I'm so sorry.

Finishing the beverages, they both just sat there for the longest time, unsure of what to do next. Shawn made the next move. He moved off his stool and walked up to Juliet. Her eyes were filled with past hurt. Shawn had to make it go away. Taking the initiative, he brushed a strand of hair from her face, and grasped her hand, and led her to the couch. All while never breaking eye contact.

Unsure of Shawn intentions, Juliet hesitated momentarily before realizing she trusted Shawn.

Shawn sat in the middle of his red couch, and gently pulled Juliet beside him. They sat there in silence for a while, until Juliet leaned her head against Shawn's strong chest.

Letting her lean on him, Shawn bended backwards to lie on the couch, with Juliet following. Closing his arms around her, they lied there. In silence. Clutching each other. Holding each other.

I still love you

Tilting his head downward, Shawn placed a light kiss on Juliet's ear. He felt her chest fall and rise against his arms. She was asleep. Feeling himself dozing off once again, he took another glance at the photograph. They were safe for now. Shawn felt they were going to be ok. He was going to fight for them. No matter how long it took. No matter how hard life was. No matter what words were shared, Shawn and Juliet were going to fight for each other. Fight for love. That photograph was the last thing Shawn saw before his eyelids gave way, and Shawn fell into a deep, peaceful sleep. Shawn knew in his heart that they were going to make it.

A/N: I got this idea from listening to Mute Math's song 'Picture.' Well, please R&R if you can!