This is my first Psych fanfic, so let me know what you think! Review are much appreciated:)
Juliet had given up on love long ago. Maybe it was because she was a cop and the industry had hardened her, or perhaps it was the lack of a father figure that had planted the bitter seed. She would deny both claims, but it was obvious, for whatever reason, that Juliet O'Hara did not spend her time putting stock in fairytales.
Sure she would go on dates now and then, but all of the men she went out with seemed to relish in the fact that she was a cop and were intent on fulfilling some kinky sexual fantasy that involved her, her handcuffs, and far too much lingerie for her liking. (Or they couldn't bowl—everyone knows that that's a deal breaker).
The only man she trusted was Carlton Lassiter, but that was only because he had suffered the same cruel twist of fate in Love's game. That, and he covered her ass—and occasionally her life—during investigations. But that's all Carlton was—a partner. She wouldn't (and couldn't) tell Carlton that she missed her dad and hated him more than anything at the same time. Or that she hated the sight of blood, which was pretty pathetic for a cop, or that she secretly wanted to open her own pastry shop later in life (Because who doesn't like cake?). Maybe she had given up on love, but she desperately needed someone to talk to or she would go crazy.
This person came in the form of Shawn Spencer, the person that Juliet would never have thought capable of putting another human being before himself. But he did. It was a very rare occurrence and often he only wanted something, but he did do it.
She wasn't sure when she realized she loved Shawn. It definitely didn't hit her like a brick wall like it did in the movies, but this was reality. The clouds didn't part and Heaven's light didn't shine upon him, signaling that he was "the one", but she could feel it in her heart. She felt like the Grinch when his heart grew three sizes. She would take one look at him and her stomach would explode into a fit of butterflies, or he would tell one of his many lame jokes and she would giggle like a little school girl.
Get a hold of yourself, O'Hara, she would think angrily to herself. What was happening to her? She couldn't explain the feeling that would come over her when he said her name, or when he touched her and it felt like her skin was on fire. She would daydream about him, which was entirely too pathetic for her taste, but she couldn't help it. She would imagine him coming in and finally, finally, asking her out to dinner, or to the movies, or even to go bowling.
But she did love him. She would step in front of a bullet for him, make him chicken noodle soup when he had a cold, write him sappy love letters on Valentine's Day and put them in weird places so he would be surprised. She loved him easily, which surprised her since he was often times so infuriating. But she did, and Juliet O'Hara, as sappy as it sounds, finally started to believe in love again.
Sometimes she couldn't even remember how she had felt before Shawn. Shawn was the sunshine in the midst of a rainy season; and Juliet always like sunny days the best.
