WARNING: This has extreme spoilers for "Deez Nupps" (s07e07)

Please don't read if you haven't watched the episode yet (and

if you still read this anyways, don't be angry at me) or if you have

a weak heart when it comes to Shules.

A/n-I can't take not know what is going on with Shules . It's driving me mad! Lol. Well I decided that it was finally time to start a fanfiction in the Psych fandom. This first chapter is pretty much straight from the last five minutes of the show, but after this one, they're all my own personal take on how it could end (which It probably won't be anything like how it really ends up d: ) Well, enjoy! And don't cry too hard.

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN PSYCH (but really, how awesome would that be :D) THE CHARACTERS AND ALL BELONG TO STEVE FRANKS(OR USA, IDK WHICH) I JUST GOT THIS IDEA WHILE DAYDREAMING IN CHEMISTRY.

Chapter One

Henry's words rang through Shawn's head. I will break that cycle. No doubt of it, he thought to himself as he made his way back to his beautiful girlfriend with a drink in his hand. When he reached her he saw that she had a confused look on her face, but that didn't register in his head.

"Where's yours," Juliet asked as Shawn handed her the drink. She sat it down on the table almost instantly.

"I had a shot over at the bar," he said, pointing in the direction he had come from.

"Shawn," Juliet said with a shaking voice. She tried to hide it, but ended up only nervously tucking her hair behind her ear. "I need to ask you something. And I'm sure that this is just me… overthinking things, but…uhm." She rambled on trying to find the best way to word her questions to Shawn. She wasn't as good with words as he was and that was embarrassing sometimes. "Yesterday, you were at the hotel. You saw the hallways you know the layout-"

"Guilty as charged."

"Well, you said that you had this… spectacular vision that Marlow was covered in garbage. But couldn't you have just remembered that there was a trash shoot on every floor and then just taken a guess?"

Shawn was kind of shocked that she was saying all of this. "Uh, yah, I suppose so, but that would have been a pretty wild guess, don't ya think?"

"Absolutely. And, you know, I probably wouldn't have given it a second thought but then…there was this." Jules reached into the suit jacket she had borrowed from Shawn. She pulled out a Michael Damien concert ticket and handed it to him. Shawn felt his stomach drop. Their conversation wasn't even half way started, but he knew he couldn't talk himself out of this one. "And I'm sure that there is an explanation-there always is- but you know me, I won't be able to stop thinking it and I certainly won't be able to rest until we clear it up."

For the first time in his life, Shawn Spencer was speechless. He just starred at his girlfriend as she waited for him to say something. After six years I finally make a mistake. A mistake this stupid! Shawn thought to himself. Scratch that, these past six year have been a mistake.

"Lassiter said that you had a vision of Herb with Michael Damien; but you had this receipt so you knew Herb would be there, right?"

Shawn looked around like a sly, witty answer that would save his butt would be written on the walls, but there was nothing. He saw Lassie dancing with his bride. The man he thought was near to being heartless had found love. His best friend seemed to be having the time of his life talking to his girlfriend on the phone. Gus seemed to be reviled that he had nothing to worry about. All his worries where long forgotten and in the past. He took one last look at the wall praying that the answer would have decided to join them, but it didn't. Instead he seemed to replay their past together. He saw the moment when he first met her. They were both so much younger. His lips tingled as he remembered their first kiss. All the memories hit him like a wrecking ball.

Shawn's sad eyes met Jules' infuriated ones. It brought him back to the present. Back to their own world as everybody else's flew by them in a whirl. "Shawn! Are you listening to me?!" Juliet was close to hysterics. Shawn bit his lips together. He was reluctant to say anything, but his words fell out without warning. Without thought.

"Falling in love with you was never part of the plan, okay? This whole thing started because my ass was on the line. Self-preservation, Jules, you got to understand that! I didn't have a choice. And then we sort of found a grove. And by the time you showed up, it was so much fun! We put away almost over a hundred criminals: most of them were even murders. I'm good at what I do, and what I do… is good. Isn't it? Isn't it?"

His words stung her. She felt her composure start to break as tears built up in her eyes. Falling in love with you was never part of the plan. Those words weren't going anywhere anytime soon. "What. Are. You. Talking about?" Again, she waited for a response but he said nothing. Are you telling me this all a lie?!" Her question sent daggers through both of their hearts.

"Please don't make me answer that," he said close to a whisper. This couldn't be happening. He bit the inside of his cheek and prayed it was a dream. He really needed to stop praying like that. It never did get him anywhere.

Finally her tears spilled over as she looked to the floor. "Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh. I feel so stupid," Juliet whispered between breathes.

"No," Shawn said. He felt like an idiot. He hated himself as he looked at the woman he loved more than anything and knew she was crying because of his lies. "No, sweetheart, this is all me." He took a step forward and reached out to her, but before he got anywhere Juliet reached for her glass and threw her drink on his face. Shawn's eyes stung as he watched her run out of the reception hall.

"Shawn? Is everything okay," Gus asked as he slowly approached his best friend. He had seen everything from the balcony.

"No man. I really messed this up," he said as he sat down in the chair right next to the one that Juliet was eating cake at. Shawn smacked the empty Champaign glass off the table as anger ran through his veins. His anger quickly faded into despair the small ring in his pants pocket made itself known again. It suddenly felt 100 times heavier than what it really was. "What am I going to do?"

Kay, so that scene is even more sad when you have to write it/: Again, I am aware that this is straight from the episode. I was only writing it that way so I can feel the rest of my story tie in a little bit better.(so please no flames.) Feel free to review! :D I'll be updating ASAP

~~Angie

OH! And to my PotC story followers, I will be getting back to finishing my Taste of Freedom series soon. I've just lost inspiration for it, but I'll be coming back soon. DON'T LOOSE HOPE!