The next few hours were a blur to Shawn. All he could think about was Juliet. His Juliet. His enigma wrapped in a little blonde riddle. His fiancée. His soulmate.

She was pronounced dead on arrival to the hospitol. Shawn pleaded with doctors and nurses, asking them to please help her. They told him that there was nothing they could do, and that was it.

He sat in the waiting room for hours, hoping that someone would come and tell him that everything was okay, that his Juliet would be fine. No one did.

Eventually, Gus came looking for him. He found him stationary in the waiting room, curled up in a ball in one of the chairs. He knew there was no hope in getting Shawn to come home, so he sat down beside him and waited.

And waited. And waited. And waited.

"Shawn-" Gus began.

"No," was Shawn's curt reply. "Go without me."

Gus sighed and stood up, seeing that reasoning with him was a task better left undone.

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After another five hours, Shawn finally took a cab home. He wandered aimlessly to his bedroom, where he flopped on his bed and stared at the ceiling- there was evidence of her everywhere else. Some of her clothes were in the closet, and he could see her toothbrush in the bathroom. Everything he noticed added to the dull ache in his chest until finally, he fell asleep.

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Shawn rolled over and rubbed his eyes. He began to pull the covers off of himself, but he stopped short- he distictly remembered having a shirt on when he fell asleep last night. Pants, too; niether of which were present.

He stumbled out of bed and put his clothes on, which were lying on the floor next to the bed.

He yawned and scratched his head as he wandered into the kitchen, where he heard the telltale sizzle of bacon cooking.

"Want breakfast?" a familiar, distinctly female voice asked. The person to whom the voice belonged turned around, revealing the face of Juliet o'Hara.

Shawn ran to her, picked her up, and spun her around. "Well good morning to you too!" Juliet laughed as Shawn hugged her.

"Oh, Jules, I had the worst dream last night. We were chasing bank robbers, and you got shot, and, and..." Shawn spluttered.

"Don't worry, I'm here now," she said soothingly. "It's okay."

Shawn pulled back from the hug so he could kiss her. The kiss only lasted a few seconds, because Juliet let out a small gasp and went limp in his arms.

"Jules?" Shawn asked, "You okay?"

He grew more frantic at her silence. "Juliet? Oh, no... "

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Shawn woke up again, this time in a cold sweat. And for the first time in years, Shawn Spencer began to cry.

A/N: Ick. Short.