A/N: :] Well, this is my very first fanific and my first Psychfic... so it's safe to say I'm a tad bit nervous. Just.. a tad. But! It had to be written! Or else I would be getting no sleep or no work done. Actually, that happens anyway...
I have to thank You'llRememberMe about a bajillion and seven times for this. :D If not for her, I would never have even tried writing a fic at all! So thank you! (that makes a bajillion and eight, yes?)
Right. So. :) There will be one, possibly two, more chapters to this. I just have to write them. Oh, another thing, this chapter's name was inspired by two things: You'llRememberMe (for the billiant idea), and Early April Morning by Brendan James. Seriously. Give it a listen while you read. Or before. Or after. Just listen, mmk? ;)
So this is (short, but not my point) my take (or one of them) of what I wanted to happen at the end of "Mr. Yin Presents." So, obviously, spoilers for that episode! And if you haven't seen it yet... well. I have nothing to say to you then. Just go watch it.
"Call me if you ever decide to stop chasing psychopaths,"
Shawn barely managed a smile as he broke eye contact with the girl he thought he could've spent the rest of his life with…
…or at least had a legitimate relationship with.
He let his gaze travel down. Down to the old, dirty boards she had been stuck beneath earlier that day because of him.
And he knew - he knew - she was making the right decision. It was a decision neither wanted to make, but it had to be made. Luckily she was smart enough - and brave enough - to make it right then. It would be easier this way.
Her voice echoed in his head, shaky but hopeful. Just like he knew she was right about saying good-bye, she knew there wasn't even the tiniest chance he would quit Psych. Not even for her. But having that knowledge didn't stop her from hoping he might choose her over the job.
He lifted his hazel eyes, which looked darker than normal because of the chaos that had taken place that day, to take in Abigail making her way away from him and down the pier. She pulled the blanket tighter around her small frame as a chilled breeze coming in from the ocean caused her still slightly damp hair to tremble, and he fought the urge to chase after her. He couldn't be the one to give her a comforting hug or whisper in her ear that everything would be alright anymore.
Looking away, Shawn turned and paused a brief moment before sinking down onto the towel covering the side of the pier he had been sitting on with Abigail just a minute before.
Only now, it was just him. He could feel the breeze on all sides, there was no warm body next to him. But it wasn't the cold that bothered him, it was the emptiness. Abigail was gone…
He was free now.
Free of all the responsibility and free of being tied down.
The feeling sank in slowly, but after a few minutes he let out a deep breath. With that breath he felt all of the feelings he'd had for Abigail to be swept away by the wind. He gradually began to get that even though he had cared a lot about Abigail - maybe even truly loved her - she never really gave him those special feelings that came with genuine love. The love you find in books and movies. Letting out that breath with all those emotions was easier than he'd thought it would be, but that didn't surprise him all that much.
What did surprise him was the weight that still hung heavily on his shoulders. Wasn't it supposed to be gone? To disappear? To be lifted? He was starting to get sore carrying it around all the time. Then again, his shoulders had never looked so buff and manly.
But no, the weight felt heavier than ever before, and sitting there all alone made him realize why that was.
Jules.
Gus had told him she was okay, that they had gotten her down from the clock tower and she was safe, but he wasn't sure he believed his best friend right now. Gus was always trying to protect him, what if something had happened to Juliet and he just didn't want to worry him while he was taking care of Abigail? What if she had been hurt? What if they were on their way to the hospital, and any minute he'd get a call saying their beloved junior detective wasn't okay anymore?
He was suddenly overcome with the need to see Juliet. He had to make sure she really was OK and Gus had been telling him the truth. He had to see with her his own eyes, and only then would he start believing they had won this round of the twisted game Yin was playing with them.
A new determination shone in his eyes that masked a new fear. Shawn stood and dug his bright green iPhone out of his pocket, quickly sliding his thumb over the screen to unlock it and dialing the number he knew so well by now.
"Gus- yeah everything's still fine- look, buddy, I'm on my way over now. Is Jules.. Is she still there?" He asked, hoping the man on the other end hadn't been able to hear the anxiety in his voice.
He let out a small breath of relief when Gus confirmed that yes, Juliet was still at the clock tower. Ignoring Gus' inquiries of "Why? Shawn? Sha-," he hung up and shoved the phone back into his pocket before advancing down the pier with long, purpose-filled strides.
Now his head was clear. It was as if a heavy fog had been lifted, and he could see everything around him again.
Abigail hadn't given him the head over heels feeling, the love you only find in books and movies, but Juliet had.
No, Juliet did.
No past tense.
Juliet O'Hara was the present.
Juliet O'Hara was now.
Juliet O'Hara was this moment, and every moment on the horizon.
SO! Told ya it was short. :] Now, please leave a review! I've heard they make the author very happy. :D
