Oh man. It feels so good to have finally written something again. It's been a really long time.

I could make excuses. I have enough legitimate ones; college, family, various other random crap. But that would be unfair because, honestly, I haven't updated anything out of sheer laziness and disinterest.

This story was only spurred due to a...stupid situation I'm having to witness. Ah, inspiration comes from the strangest of places.

Song: It Had To Be You - Motion City Soundtrack

Do you feel a certain sense of synergy between yourself and me,

A kind of macabre and somber Wonder-twin type of harmony?

What if it was you?

You that I needed all along.

I felt like a fool,

Kicking and screaming and pretending we were wrong.

Juliet's P.O.V

Juliet couldn't stand the sight of Shawn anymore. It was just too painful. Every time he walked into the police station, she buried herself into her work or took a well needed lunch break. She just needed something - anything - to get her away from him.

How could he just waltz in like everything was okay? Why did he seem to think that bringing Abigail in with him was fine? The worst part of the whole thing was that Abigail seemed like a legitimately nice person. Juliet probably would have liked her fine under any other circumstances. But as soon as Shawn got pulled into the mix, that changed any possibility of a friendship between the two women. Juliet was sure that Abigail knew that there was something more behind her friendship with Shawn. It wasn't as if they were very good at hiding it; rather, Shawn didn't care enough to hide it. His attempts at flirting had always been transparent. Anyone with eyes noticed, which is why everyone was so astounded by how long he and Abigail had managed to last so far. Juliet knew that this was the longest Shawn had ever been able to keep a girl. Except Juliet; unofficially, of course.

Three years, now. Three years, she'd been putting up with him and his antics. She'd been steadily falling for him more and more over time and she'd thought that it was the same for him. However, now he was happy with Abigail and she was merely miserable watching them. She'd always thought that she and Shawn had clicked. That their minds had worked on the same wavelength or something. Shawn always knew what was going on in her head, which could have been his psychic tendencies but Juliet preferred to think of it as synergy.

Why had she always denied it? Why had she spent so much time pushing him out of her head? What if he belonged in her head? What if they belonged together? Somewhere in her, she knew that they did. It felt right. But why couldn't he see it?

"Hey Jules."

The cheerful voice of the subject of her thoughts startled Juliet out of her moody contemplation. She looked up from her desk grudgingly.

"What do you want, Shawn?" She knew her voice sounded bitter, but she couldn't help it. She was bitter.

Shawn was taken aback by her tone. He gaped at her for a moment before finally saying, "Um.. Nothing," and walking past her.

The exchange had taken little more than twenty seconds, but that was all that was necessary to tear Juliet down just a little bit more. What was she going to do with herself?

Shawn's P.O.V.

All this time and everything's changed but I still feel the same.

All good things eventually end and get washed down the drain.

What a disaster it would be, if you discovered that I cared

A little too much for friends but not enough to share.

He could see Juliet sitting at her desk. It was habit to seek her out first thing when walking into the police station. He supposed that Abigail wouldn't like that much if she knew, but then…she didn't have to know. This could be his dirty little secret. It wasn't as if he wasn't hiding anything already. What was one more lie to the pile? If Abigail asked, of course he was over Jules. He'd been over her for at least a year. In reality? He'd never been more infatuated with her.

There was something about the petite blonde detective that had attracted him from day one. It wasn't just her looks, even though she was quite stunning. Something about her personality just clicked with his. It was like she was the puzzle piece he needed to complete himself. Shawn knew that he needed her. That was one lie he wasn't willing to feed himself. He'd accepted a long time ago that Juliet was his other half. It didn't take a psychic to figure that one out.

And then he'd gone and messed up. When they met at the drive in, the timing had been wrong. But for that moment, everything between them was clear. Shawn could have had everything that he'd wanted for nearly three years, but he didn't take the opportunity and it passed. He messed up. And he continued to mess up every day that he stayed with Abigail.

Just seeing Juliet in the distance set his heart racing. He wanted to take her in his arms and hug her to him. She was just the right height for him. He wanted to be hers and her to be his. He wanted to stop causing her pain. The look on her face as she sat dejectedly at her desk was vacant. Shawn knew it was his fault.

As he walked towards her, he wanted to say 'I love you' but all he managed to get out was a pseudo-cheerful, "Hey Jules."

She started as if being woken up out of a dream. She looked at him, though it was painfully obvious that that was the last thing she wanted to do.

"What do you want, Shawn?" She sounded angry. Shawn didn't know what to do. Nervously twiddling his thumbs, he wanted to tell her that it was her that he belonged with, not Abigail. That she was the one he wanted to be with and that every day without her wasn't even worth it. But instead he took note of just how emo he sounded, warned himself against writing any form of poetry under any circumstances, and choked out, "um… Nothing."

He walked past her, towards the interrogation rooms. He could feel the tension dissipating. However, he knew it wouldn't last long. He had to walk back past her on the way out.