Disclaimer: See chapter 1.

I liked writing this. It was fun. Now, time to once again shamlessly advertise my other fic.

It's called April 24 and if you get the chance you should read it. It's not a Psych fic, it's for Freedom Writers (which I'm still trying to get on the site). It's under Misc. Movies, but it would be easier to just find it in my profile. It's only got one review, so I could use some more!

Enjoy the chapter!


"I still can't believe I let you leave," Shawn commented behind the wheel of Gus' company car, which he had borrowed to take Juliet home.

"You let me leave? Shawn, you're not a doctor," Juliet responded from the passenger's seat. She was, regrettably, still wearing her hospital gown, but was having Shawn drive her straight home so she could change.

"True, but I didn't tell the doctors about your little episode," Shawn retorted. "I'm still seriously concerned about that."

"Shawn, you have episodes all the time," Juliet reminded him.

"True, but I'm a psychic. Mine are different."

"Don't be so sure," Juliet muttered. She didn't quite know what happened back in the hospital, but it scared her and she hoped it never happened again. It was like… she saw what happened before it happened. Maybe this was what Shawn felt like every day…

"What?" Shawn asked, not taking his eyes off the road. "Jules, are you having psychic-like tendencies?"

"Of course not," Juliet lied. She suddenly felt dizzy and lightheaded. The road in front of her became a blur and the sound of Shawn telling some fake story about when he first knew he was a psychic was getting weaker and weaker. Eventually, the sound vanished and her vision became black, just like it had in the hospital.

After two seconds, she could see and hear again. She was still sitting in the car with Shawn, and Shawn was looking over at her talking excitedly.

"And then I told my Dad that there was a woman named Peek-a-boo Sanchez in my room, but it wasn't a woman, it was a spirit!" Shawn babbled. Juliet, still confused by what had just happened, decided everything was back to normal. She remembered that last time Shawn couldn't even see her, and now he was talking directly to her. She noticed that Shawn, whose eyes had strayed far from the road, was now swerving into the other lane.

"Shawn, eyes on the road," Juliet reprimanded, but Shawn just kept talking. "Shawn!" Juliet barked before realizing that Shawn was ignoring her just like last time, he was just somehow ignoring her while talking to her at the same time. She saw a large delivery truck with a sleepy looking driver round the corner. "Shawn!" she screamed, knowing it was useless. The driver didn't seem to notice Shawn, and vice-versa. Juliet tried grabbing the steering wheel, but she was reminded that she couldn't move anything either.

Shawn stopped talking and looked through the windshield just as the truck and the car were ready to collide. "No!" Juliet screamed, watching Shawn's body tense up. The next thing she saw was the two vehicles colliding, but then there was a flash of white light.

She found herself in the car with Shawn again, although this time she wasn't as surprised to see him. She also noticed that she must not have cried out in pain, because Shawn was chatting away as usual.

"So I saw this woman in my room, and she started telling me stuff about the future," Shawn said.

"Peek-a-boo," Juliet whispered to herself.

"Uh, yeah, that was her name. How'd you know I was going to say that?"

"Uh…" Juliet looked out at the road and saw the corner the truck came around in her 'vision' and she saw Shawn, who was looking at her, swerve into the other lane. "Shawn, get on the other side of the road!" Juliet commanded. This time, unlike in her vision, Shawn listened to her and swerved into the correct lane before the truck came around the corner.

"Good call, Jules, I could have hit that thing," Shawn thanked. They saw the sleep deprived driver swerve around before passing them. "Wow, I definitely would have hit that thing… wait. I would have hit that thing. And – and you knew about it somehow!" Shawn turned to Juliet again, but not before slowing the car down so he would have time to react if something else happened.

"Shawn, don't be silly," Juliet defensively.

"And… and the elevator! And peek-a-boo Jenkins!"

"It was Peek-a-boo Sanchez," Juliet corrected, immediately mentally kicking herself after.

"That… is right. I was thinking Sanchez. Jules… what's going on?"

"Well… he is a psychic, maybe he can help," Juliet thought.

"Er, Shawn, I… I think my head injury might have given me some kind of… psychic powers."


Well, there you go. Of course I put off Shawn's reaction until the next chapter; did you really expect anything else? Come on guys, you know me better than that.

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