A/N: So, I thought of this story after a friend of mine posted a picture with the quote by Maya Angelou "I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel". Just thought you guys would like to know that! Thanks for the reviews, I'm so pumped to write this story :)

-Lassiter's Hospital Room-

A million things were running through Shawn's mind at those three words as he scooted as close as he could to the bed. He bit his lip and brought his hand to cover his mouth to keep all of the curses in. "Lassie, are you serious?" It was a stupid question, he knew, but there was some small part of him that hoped that he was just delirious from the drugs and now that Shawn sat closer, he would be able to tell.

"I'm sorry, what's 'Lassie'?" He looked guilty for not understanding, obviously able to see that his words were causing Shawn distress.

The nurse put down the clip board and began to shine lights in his eyes while asking him questions. "Can you tell me your name?"

Shawn saw the look on the detective's face as he realized what was happening. "No. I can't." He looked over to Shawn, now understanding what was so wrong and why he was upset.

"Your name is Carlton Lassiter, does that sound familiar?"

He thought for a moment, obviously wanting it to sound familiar. "No." He ran his hands through his hair nervously. "Wait... Is that why you called me 'Lassie'?" He asked Shawn.

He smiled a little, knowing that it was probably just conditioned deductive reasoning, but still happy that he was a little less confused. "Yeah." As Lassiter looked back to the nurse, Shawn didn't miss the slight redness on his cheeks, even through the bruising.

"Can you tell me anything about yourself or anyone you know? Maybe something that you did recently?" She looked at her watch, as if annoyed that the doctor was taking so long.

He leaned back and closed his eyes, straining to remember something. Anything.

Shawn leaned in close and whispered, "Call 911." He didn't want to distract him, but thought it might help to try to remind him of the accident and maybe that would help everything else flow from that.

Carlton's eyes opened and looked over, the flush on his face more obvious now. "You said that. In the car?" He looked over to the nurse and smiled a little. "I remember that."

Shawn couldn't help but smile and the nurse seemed pleased. The doctor arrived and the two went outside to talk, leaving Shawn and Lassiter alone.

-Lassiter's P.O.V.-

He could feel his face burning and begged it to go away, but his body wasn't listening to him. He couldn't remember anything, he couldn't calm himself down and he couldn't stop he heart from beating so fast. He'd woken up in a hospital room with no memory of what happened or who he was. He was more confused than scared. But still scared, to be honest.

Then there's this man sitting next to his bed. An attractive man that doesn't mind invading Carlton's personal space to whisper in his ear and has a nickname for were riding together when the accident happened and he was there when he first woke up, even though he looked like hell himself. He wondered if this man were special to him and the thought made his heart beat even faster.

"I'm Shawn... You really don't remember me, huh?" The look on his face made Carlton want to hug him. He looked so lost and as scared as Carlton felt.

"Sorry." He felt a little guilty, like he should remember someone that was apparently so important to him. He wondered if he should ask about it, but he felt too nervous. What if they were just friends? That kind of question might scare him off and as of right now, Shawn might as well be the only person in the world that he knows, or that knows him.

He felt the other man grab his hand and squeeze gently. "It's not your fault. Don't even think that. Either you'll remember or we'll start over and make a bunch of new awesome memories. It's win-win!" He instinctively squeezed back and he could feel his body finally calming down when Shawn smiled at him.

The doctor and nurse came back in, both insisting that Shawn go back to his own room until his release later in the morning. He didn't want to let go, he felt like a child being left behind with strangers. He didn't like feeling so helpless and he didn't like the idea of not being next to Shawn.

"I'll be back as soon as I can." He smiled and held on just a little longer before following the nurse back to his room.

-Shawn's Hospital Room: Shawn's P.O.V.-

He was a little stiff getting back into his own clothes, but nothing any worse than a really bad hangover. He was watching the clock, waiting for Gus to show up. He knew that he could leave whenever he wanted to, but Gus would kill him if he showed up and found the room empty, so he waited.

He laid on the bed, closing his eyes, recreating the scenes from before, in Lassiter's room. He had invaded the man's personal space many times before, but had always been blown off or ignored. This time, when he wasn't trying to get underneath his skin, when he just wanted to help, to be close, he finally got the reaction that he had always wanted.

With Lassiter's memory gone, he wouldn't remember all the times that he had claimed to hate Shawn and all of the times that he'd been so annoyed with the younger man. He wouldn't remember that the first time they met, Shawn broke up his relationship and had his partner transferred away from him. With all of the underlying animosity between them suddenly gone, could he honestly have feelings for Shawn?

He thought back to the blush that started on the man's cheeks and ended up all the way at his ears. He didn't pull away when Shawn whispered to him and he had held on tight when he grabbed his hand. Maybe it was just a confused man embracing something that felt even the slightest bit familiar. Maybe it was more like a stranger meeting someone new for the first time and feeling a spark.

Before he could ponder himself in circles too much, he heard his friend walking up the hall. Those fancy shoes gave him away every time. He got up and opened the door, just as Gus was reaching for it.

Not the least bit surprised, Gus waltz in, followed by Juliet. Shawn had asked him to bring her so that he could tell her about her partner. After Shawn insisted that he was fine and that he had news about Lassiter, they all sat down.

"He doesn't remember anything. Not the accident, not me, not even his own name." Juliet covered her mouth, not knowing what to say. She was so relieved that he was all right, but the thought of Carlton not ever being the same as before scared her. She loved her partner for exactly who he was, even the things that annoyed her. She didn't want him to be someone else.

"But he'll be okay?" Gus tried to look on the bright side.

"Yeah, I think so. They didn't tell me much, but other than the bruises and the stitches, he looked fine. Visiting hours start in about an hour, let's go grab some breakfast and we'll come back?" He wasn't sure that he could eat, but something told him he was going to need all of his energy for what was to come.

-TBC-