AN: Although the previous two oneshots were connected, the rest of these will not be. They will be snatches of different points in time, in different universes, with different plotlines.
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Shawn sat on her desk. She looked up.
He grinned.
"Hi Jules."
Juliet sighed, moving several papers out of his reach and leaning back in her chair. "Hi Shawn," she said politely.
"You know, I was thinking—" (Uh-oh, she thinks.) "—I have nothing to do tonight. And I'm going to be rather lonely, with Gus out of town."
"Uh-huh."
Shawn looked up at her through his lashes, the slightest bit of a pout on his face. "You wouldn't want me to lonely, right Jules?" She raised an eyebrow—he changed tactics. "We'll be alone. At my apartment…I have fresh pineapple. And a widescreen TV."
"And a cozy couch, no doubt."
"The coziest I could find."
She sighed, running a hand through her blond hair. Shawn marveled at it for a moment; she had decided to let it down and straighten it today, and it fell, shimmering, to a point far past her shoulders.
"Shawn, I'm not really interested in anything like that right now."
"Anything like what?"
"Like that."
"Come again?"
"I don't have time for any sort of romance, Shawn."
He let out a gasp. "The scandal!" Then he leapt from her desk, knelt on the floor, and leaned his elbow on her desk instead. "Whoever said I was talking about romance?" he asked, resting his cheek on his hand. She smiled despite herself.
"You were implying it."
"Oooh…implications are always so fuzzy, Jules. You can really interpret them any way you want."
She waited for a moment, thinking this over. "Interpret them any way I want?"
A smirk was slowly but surely making its way across his face. "Any way you want."
"Deal. Cozy couch it is, sans the romance."
"Ah, how you wound me, Juliet…"