A.N. Nope, I'm not dead! I was just having MAJOR writers block. Fortunately, last nights season premier shook it free! I wrote a story based on that, loved how it turned out, and was finally able to write another chapter of this, and loved how it turned out! Please review and let me know how you like it! I'll probably post a few more chapters, but this was never meant to be a very long story. Therefore, if you have any more requests for locations or scenarios, please review pronto so I'll get around to them!

Shawn fought hard not to laugh as Gus was verbally assaulted by Gina. Gus angrily disconnected the call, shoving the phone at Shawn who batted it away playfully.

"Cooties," he said, smiling as he leapt away from Gus' advances. Unfortunately, Gus was determined to make Shawn take his phone back, and did the only thing he could think of to make his friend relent—he held it out over a trashcan. Shawn yelped, diving at the electronic, remembering too late that his left arm was supposed to stay immobile.

"Oops," he hissed, plopping down on a nearby bench in an attempt to stop the wooshing sound in his head. "You can have the phone." Under his breath he added, "this hurts like a bitch!"

"Shawn?" Gus asked, sitting down beside him and placing the phone on Shawn's thigh. "You okay?" Pasting on his biggest, fakest smile, Shawn replied,

"I'm great, buddy! Hey, you think you can maybe not mention this to anyone?" He said the last part quietly, voice laced with shame.

"Not mention what to anyone?" came a feminine voice from behind him. Shawn bit his cheek, fighting for control of his face. He wracked his brain for a quick cover story, but even before he spoke he knew it wouldn't be up to his normal standards. Well, he didn't really have all that high of standards anyways, but still…

"I was asking Gus not to tell anyone that we've been sleeping in the same room," he said, not lying about the sleeping arrangements. He had started out at Henry's house, but needless to say that hadn't gone over very well. Both Henry and Gus refused to leave Shawn alone for even a minute until he was healed, and Shawn, though he complained frequently, was actually glad for the company. Juliet's face was skeptical when Shawn turned around, and he found it hard to keep his mouth shut. He wanted nothing more than to break down and cry like a baby, just like he did on that highway. Unfortunately, he didn't have the excuse of an infection-induced fever like before, so that option was out.

"And…?" she asked, refusing to budge until Shawn spilled his guts. Gus sat in the growing uncomfortable silence, before wisely standing up and walking over to the frozen yogurt stand down the path a ways. Her eyes were burning holes in his resistance, and Shawn felt a stab of guilt, remembering the phone call between them. She deserved the truth. Well, she deserved as much of the truth as his pride would allow him to tell.

"And I haven't been taking my pain meds," he admitted, hinting at what the real problem was.

"Shawn!" she gasped, disapproval coloring her voice. "Why not?" He shook his head, working out a way to explain that didn't include mentioning that oh, right… he wasn't really a psychic.

"They make my visions all fuzzy and unclear," he muttered, not exactly lying, but not elaborating. Juliet sighed, rolling her eyes in exasperation. However, Shawn could see an undercurrent of worry, and very nearly smiled.

"Well it's a good thing the chief told you that you weren't getting any more cases until you healed, now isn't it," she said, her eyes pleading with him. Asking him to tell her more—to share his problems with her.

"I'm scared," he admitted, his voice scarcely a whisper. Juliet came around to sit on the bench beside him, placing a hand consolingly on his back. His head, which he had rested in his good hand, shot up. She saw a brief flicker of pain shoot through his eyes before he schooled his expression.

"Shawn, there's no need to be," Juliet said, trying to make her voice soothing. She didn't think it sounded very comforting, but it seemed to work as Shawn's rigid body relaxed under her hand. She started running her hand up and down his upper back unknowingly. "We won't let anything happen to you." She rested her head on his good shoulder. "I won't let anything happen to you," she whispered, unintentionally letting Shawn hear the last part. His eyes shot downwards to gaze at her, his expression the epitome of star-struck. Juliet was too busy watching her free hand nervously to notice.

She was startled out of her thoughts when Shawn began shifting around. Lifting her head from his shoulder, she blushed and watched him curiously. Her face softened into a relieved smile as he pulled a small white bottle from his pocket. He looked down at his sling, sighed, and turned to face Juliet with a sheepish smile.

"Hey, Jules. Do you think you could open this for me?" he asked, the corners of his lips folding up just a bit. "It's kinda tricky with one hand." Juliet smiled bigger, nodding. She reached out and placed her hand over his on the bottle of capsules.

"Of course."