The music was playing... Lassiter was swaying to the sound of the police band right next to his new wife, and Shawn was standing there... listening. Only, he wasn't. His mind had gone blank after Jules had pulled out the receipt to the show that he had used just three and a half hours earlier to "divine" the location of the mobsters accountant.

She knew...

She knew he was a fake, and oh my god it filled his gut with lead to the point he wanted to sink into the ground and feel nothing. But this was happening. He needed to say something. Anything. His mouth wouldn't move...

"Shawn!" Juliet called, waving the tool of his demise in his face, breaking his thoughts and finally allowing his mind to work again. "What is this... you told Lassiter you had a vision about Herb being at that theater, but then you had this... so you knew he would be there."

He hesitated, knowing that what he said next could really make a whole lot of difference. "Yes... I knew Herb would be at the theater... and no, I didn't divine it psychically." Shawn ran a hand through his neatly combed hair, messing it up and giving him a wild look. Jules was staring at him in mute horror, he could practically see the puzzle in her mind fitting together. If he was going to do anything, he'd have to do it now.

"Okay... Listen..." He took the paper from her hands and mentally cursed at its existence. Was he really that careless? He'd have to talk to Gus about it. "Before you freak out Juliet, you need to hear me out about this."

"I don't think that's possible..." Her voice was low, and while he knew he shouldn't he was getting defensive. "You lied..." Tears prickled her beautiful blue eyes, "Are you telling me that all of this was a lie?"

Shawn grabbed her hand and she tried to pull away, so he pulled her closer. He knew there was fear in his eyes, but he was pretty sure the wild anger that was slowly building would soon take over. "Listen to me Juliet, and then I will let you go and - and i'll move out of your house and do whatever you want." he sighed, "Just. Listen."

Juliet, having noticed the shift in his voice from mild shock to desperate, nodded slowly. Shawn gently released her and sat down. To his surprise, she sat as well. "I'm listening Shawn."

"I'm not psychic..." He started, earning the wide eyes of horror that he had seen before. The puzzle pieces were back again.

"So what are you?" She narrowed her eyes at him, grabbing at the jacket she wore with a shiver; his jacket. That damned jacket.

"Does it matter?" Shawn asked, "I'm still me... just less supernatural."

Juliet shook her head, and Shawn found himself desperately trying to keep his own mind from imploding. "It's not the same..." he heard her breathe, and the anger returned full force.

"What does that mean?"

"What?" Shawn narrowed his eyes at the blonde, "You said it's not the same. Do you love me just because i'm psychic?'

She looked physically repulsed at the superficial thought and shook her head. "No! You just..." She closed her shiny eyes, "I meant that you can't be the same person. The psychic you is awesome and funny and one hell of a sleuth... but If you're really not psychic then I know nothing about you."

Shawn crossed his arms, lowering his head and staring at her. "Jules, i'm a man in his thirties who has an eidetic memory and a criminal record - both compliments of my father and a messed up childhood. I took the detectives exam and couldn't get in because of said record. The only way to use what my father game me was to call in tips to the SBPD and - lucky me - one of those tips got me arrested. I made it up for self preservation, I didn't think they'd believe it."

Juliet raised a finger to his chest, "But they did Shawn... you could've come clean about all of this years ago and still been a consultant."

"By the time you arrived I was too far in to back out and not be tried for misleading the police," Shawn reasoned, though seeing the look on her face he sat up straight. "Jules you have to know... I..." he sighed, staring up at the ceiling. "Falling in love with you wasn't part of the plan."

"What plan..." Juliet crossed her arms, "You lied to me the entire way and let me think that you - my boyfriend - was some kind of amazing person, only to have it be known that you are a liar. A coward. And just like my father." She stood to leave only to be stopped by Shawn grabbing her wrist.

"That's low even for you detective..." Shawn's voice broke. "Nothing about you or anything we have ever done was a lie and you know it... I love you Juliet and that is the truth. It's more truthier than I could ever get in fact. You know that even if i wasn't a certified genius, and really was psychic, i'd still be me... with all the baggage in my past; the crap that not even Chuck Norris would be able to handle." He let go of her hand but she stayed. "Like your father and stepfather, I have a problem when it comes with allowing the truth to be the first thing I say... but I also love you..."

His eyes met hers and he instantly wished the pain in those pools of baby blue would fade away. She grit her teeth, reaching over and grabbing her champagne glass. "I thought you did."

Shawn sighed and he stood. "I do... I just thought you felt the same."

The expression on her face fell to one that she couldn't hide, and it scared and angered Shawn more than he thought it should. He had hit a nerve. She was denying it with her frown, but the quivering of her lips and the way her brows were pulled together in a knot told him more than he wanted. She was thinking. She was actively thinking about what he had said about her love for him - and if him being psychic really mattered - and Shawn felt a pull on his heart that he may actually lose her.

"Jules-" He was stopped by the spray of champagne hitting his face, cold and creating dark spots on his white shirt. She was walking away but he couldn't find it in him to stop her again. He sighed, hearing the phone click above him and knowing that Gus would be there any moment.

Shawn cursed himself. All of this could have been avoided... but then again did he want to avoid it? Wasn't it better that he now knew that he would probably be arrested for all of this in the morning, and that his girlfriend didn't love him - the real him - more than the fake one. He sighed knowing that it was a gross overstatement. She was mad and confused and she had every right to be. He loved Juliet, hell he'd probably take a bullet for her. Shawn blinked, scratch that, he'd take an airplane to the face for her in an instant. But he hadn't loved her enough to tell her the truth when they started dating...

But then again, they had only started dating because of the case with the "Shawn 2.0 millionaire guy," and to his estimation if he had told her right then and there in the hallway that he wasn't really a psychic, he wasn't 100% sure that she'd see him as a boyfriend int he future. She valued honesty to a fault, and he valued everything about her.

Gus tapped him on the shoulder, "Hey, you okay?"

He didn't know how or when, but a tear started falling down his cheek. He was alone again. Except for Gus, he told himself, only to have his mind shout back at him: But Gus has Rachel

Shawn pushed past Gus and towards the front door, not bothering to slow down the tears or his feet. Flagging down the fist taxi he saw he hopped in. "Where to?" the driver asked.

Shawn shuddered, feeling the phone buzzing in his back pocket. "Just drive,"