(A/N: I couldn't think of anything else for the title. Basically what I'm hoping is a piece of a bandwagon of Shules-post-Season 5-fics. 'Cause Shules is awesome. Enjoy! P.S. This has been written three times now. The first draft was just...bleh. Shawn was totally out of character and I just wasn't feeling it. The second one was much better, but then stupid InterGoogle had to make me realize that the stupid Amalfi Coast was in ITALY. So I had to re-write AGAIN. So you better like it. Grr.)

Summary: A lot of awkward silences, realizations, fluff, and hint of pineapple twist. Shules, 'cause it rocks. Rated because I overreact.

Disclaimer: Psych is owned by the pineapple-shaped-headed geniuses that are not me. Sadly.

Revelation

A Shawn/Juliet Fanfic

by Jill Diamond

~Chapter One~

Juliet stuffed another breezy blouse into her stiff new suitcase and sighed.

Two weeks. Two weeks was more than enough time to clear her head. On normal circumstances, she could get her mind straight in a couple of days. But these weren't normal circumstances. Nothing ever having to do with Shawn Spencer was ever normal. And plus, she was going to be spending all her mind-cleansing time with Declan. Which would only add to the jumbled mess that she would have to cleanse. Ever since...the event of which why the cleansing needed to occur, every moment she spend with Declan made her think of Shawn.

Another blouse, along with a pair of capris.

She moved onto her makeup kit, and began to tug at a zipper. At least, she thought it was a zipper.

Declan had insisted on buying her new luggage bags for the trip. The only problem was he had picked out the set with the most complicated series of secret pockets and compartments ever created by man. It had taken her half and hour alone to get all of her three pairs of shoes into the secret compartment at the bottom of the bag.

"Urgh!" she moaned as she pulled at the zipper-ish looking item harder.

"Here," Declan offered, leaving his own suitcases and opening the makeup compartment with ease. Juliet breathed a laugh.

"You need an instruction manual for this thing!" she commented.

"Good luck, they're in Portuguese."

The blond gaped.

"You bought me Portuguese luggage? What for?" she exclaimed, as if it were all one sentence.

"Because you deserve it," he mused in a sickeningly sweet voice, planting a smooch on her cheek. It did not even deserve to be called a kiss, it was definitely a smooch.

No I don't Juliet thought to herself as she started to work on her toiletries. I don't deserve Portuguese luggage bags. Not after... She sighed through her nose. She could even bring herself to think it. Her brain had already started to squirm around in her skull.

"You know," Declan contintued, returning to his side of the room, "even though I haven't know them for that long, I may really miss those knuckleheads."

"Who?"

"Shawn and Gus, who else?"

Juliet's heart rate began to rise.

"Yeah," she slightly breathed, "I'm gonna miss Shawn, too. A-and Gus." She added the latter after a brief pause, not wanting to give anything away.

"Hey...hey, wait a minute, I am a genius!" Declan exclaimed, dropping a pair of swim trunks on the floor and returning to Juliet's side. "Why don't we invite Shawn and Gus to come to the Coast with us!"

Juliet could only stare at him and blink. But on the inside, half of her was begging yes and the other screaming no.

"It's perfect! Here, I'll go down and make the reservations right now, and you call the knuckleheads." He gently clapped her on the shoulder as he passed her to the second floor hallway.

Juliet gulped as she plopped hard onto the guest bed, trying to push her heart down back into her chest. Slowly, she pulled her cheap cell phone out of her pocket (one of the few things Declan hadn't found a foreign replacement for) and stared at it for a long time.

Call him! Call him! Call him!

No, I'll lose it!

Do you want to get this thing straightened out or not?

Yes, but I could get my mind straight faster if he wasn't there...

Yeah, but won't it be easier with him there to compare to Declan?

Before she could answer herself, her thumb pressed hard on the number four and waited for the speed dial to activate.

"Hey, Jules."

"Hi...Shawn..."