XDDDDDDDD As per windscryer's new request (which I thought was brilliant, since I didn't even think about the fact that this is the thirteenth little fic (HOLY CRAP)) I wrote a ficlet about Friday the thirteenth. It's a little late, but oh well. :D

"Dammit!"

Juliet's eyebrows shot upward when Shawn landed, hard, on his hands and knees at her feet. She was sitting in her chair turned to the side in front of her desk as she worked on a report lying on her lap and this was Shawn's first appearance of the day. He cursed again under his breath and hissed as he lifted himself up, rubbing his shin gingerly. "Are you all right?" she asked.

He looked up at her, hazel eyes especially green today, and said, "I will be if you kiss my owie."

She smiled and rolled her eyes. "Shawn, I'm not kissing your leg."

"But it hurts."

"No. Not in the station."

"So if we weren't in the station…?"

"…Maybe."

He grinned and jumped to his feet. A split second later he was leaning heavily on her desk, grunting as pain flared in his ankle. Juliet got up, gently guiding him into a chair. "What happened?" she asked anxiously and knelt, pushing up the leg of his jeans to get a better look at his ankle.

Shawn waved a hand dismissively. "I twisted it on the curb earlier today. It's the thirteenth. And Friday. You know what that means."

Juliet rolled her eyes, but the slight swelling around Shawn's ankle made her a little nervous. "Shawn, there's no such thing as bad luck."

"Oh really? I lost my keys this morning."

"You do that every couple of days."

"I lost Gus' keys five minutes later."

"Also not unusual."

"Starbucks was out of chocolate chips."

"Unfortunate, but not related to luck."

"I tripped on the curb and did this to my ankle."

"Also unfortunate, but—"

"I got four paper cuts on the way here—and I only had one sheet of paper."

"Shawn—"

"Gus spilled coffee on my shirt."

"Is that what that is?"

"I didn't see Lassie and I nearly jumped out of my socks when he grabbed my shoulder—"

"Funny, but not unlucky."

"—and I just tripped on that trash can back there, banged my shin, and twisted my ankle again. Ow! Jules!"

She looked up at him, trying to hide her smile. "Sorry. I think more than anything that proves how accident-prone you are. It has nothing to do with luck. Don't be so superstitious."

"Jules, this isn't about superstition. This is about cold, hard, really painful facts," he said and grimaced as she turned his ankle slightly. "That hurts you know."

"Sorry," she said again. "We should probably wrap this. And you need to put some ice on it." She pulled over a chair and gently lifted Shawn's foot so that it rested on the seat. "How long have you been walking around like this?"

He shrugged and made a face. "I dunno. A while…"

Juliet rolled her eyes. "Shawn, the only bad luck you have is what you do to yourself. I'm going to go get an Ace bandage and some ice. Stay put."

"Jules, I'm telling you. Bad luck. This day is out to get me!"

"Are you going to stay or do I need to ask McNabb to watch you?"

He tried to stifle a smile. "What if Lassie comes back? He might threaten to hurt me if I don't go away."

"Just tell him you're waiting for me. I'm serious Shawn, don't go anywhere."

"Okay!" he called after her. "I'll be right here when you get back! Still in pain, from my bad luck!"

Shawn stared as Juliet approached him. It had been over an hour and it looked like she had been in a fight with a wind machine. Her hair had come halfway out of the ponytail it had been tied back in and tendrils of it hung in and around her face. She set a roll of gauze and a half-melted bag of ice on the desk before kneeling in front of him. She blew a strand of hair out of her face and muttered, "Don't ask."

"I was afraid you abandoned me. I was starting to get a complex. Where did you go?"

She pushed her hair back again as she leaned in to look at his ankle and said, "That's asking."

He grinned. "Friday the thirteenth got to you too, didn't it?"

Juliet sighed and retrieved the bag of ice, laying it gently over his ankle. He hissed. "It probably won't do much good at this point," she murmured, "But it might make it feel a little better."

"It does." He noticed a dark spot on Juliet's finger and he frowned, leaning forward to catch her hand in his. "Hey, what happened?" A long, thin blood blister ran along the side of her middle finger.

She grimaced. "I pinched it in a drawer while I was looking for the bandage."

"Aw, Jules, you sustained an injury while trying to take care of me? That's—that's just…awesome." He smiled and lifted her hand, laying a gentle kiss on the side of her finger. "…Better?"

She blushed, glancing down at his ankle. "It doesn't feel better…but I do."

He grinned and tilted his head. "So what happened while you were gone?"

Juliet sighed. "You're not going to let it go, are you?"

"It's a problem. I can't resist a 'told you so'."

"Everything went wrong," she finally confessed. "I accidentally ran into the Commissioner, I couldn't find the bandages, then I pinched my finger, I got locked in the first aid room, and all of the ice was gone no matter where I went. I couldn't believe it."

"Hey, no worries, Jules. Friday the thirteenth is an evil, evil day. It has taken down people far more awesome than you and I. Jason rules Friday the thirteenth with an iron fist. No prisoners," he said.

A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. "Okay. Okay, I admit it. Today is bad luck."

"That was very big of you Jules. I'm very proud. What do you say we change our luck?"

She raised an eyebrow at him, unraveling the gauze so that she could wrap it around his ankle. "And how do you propose we do that?"

He grinned and put his hands on hers, stopping her. "This always works for me." He bent forward, catching her lips with his own. Juliet leaned into the kiss, sighing almost imperceptibly, and he smiled, pulling back slightly to lay light kisses on her cheeks and chin before stealing one more from her mouth. "I don't know about you, but that's the luckiest I've felt all day."

I really like how this one turned out, so let me know what you guys think. The banter just feels natural to me.

I love to hear your guys opinions and ideas, so keep them coming and thank you so much for all the ones I've recieved so far:D