Same bed but it feels just a little bit bigger now

Our song on the radio but it don't sound the same

Shawn tossed around for the hundredth time since climbing into bed that night. Gus had inevitably saved Shawn from one more night with Woody, which Shawn would be forever thankful for, but Gus' bed was different. It was lumpy … cold … and held the absence of someone very important. Someone, that it seemed difficult to sleep without. He knew that he looked horrible, but that would be the lack of sleep. His heart was broken in more ways than he could count, and it was no one's fault but his own. He chose to lie to Juliet, and in doing so, he chose to bear responsibility when the truth came tumbling out.

Groaning, giving up on sleep for the time being, Shawn pulled himself up and switched on the stereo that sat beside his bed. Music always seemed to lull him to sleep when he was having difficulty. An eye-roll and moan escaped when the next song started up. It was their song. The one that they had picked out after hours and hours of listening to music without stopping. A small smile crossed his lips as the memory overtook him. Just as clear today as it had been the day it had happened. Shawn fought against the tears, as he shut his eyes, listening to the song. It held a beautiful melody, it was soft and loving, just like Juliet, but the song didn't sound the same. He had fallen in love with that particular song the moment he heard it, but now all it did was cause his heart pain.

"Shawn!" Juliet chuckled, as his fingers continued their assault on Juliet's sides.

"How dare you veto Don't You Forget About Me!" Shawn cried, "That's like vetoing Doritos as your favorite snack."

Juliet's eyebrows lifted slightly, and Shawn gasped. "It's not that I don't like it!"

Shawn huffed, his arms draped over his chest, as he pouted. "Which one?"

Juliet merely stared at him, confusion written on her features. "What are you talking about, Shawn?"

Sighing, Shawn shook his head, "Jules, Jules, Jules." Shawn clicked his tongue at her. "The song or the delicious brand of chips?"

Juliet chuckled. She hadn't thought Shawn had been quite so serious about the Doritos. "I guess both."

"What am I going to do with you?" Shawn asked quizzically.

Juliet leaned forward, "I can think of a few things." She licked her lips, "Besides, I'm getting tired of listening to music."

Shawn's mouth hung open, about to agree with her suggestion when a new song started to play. The moment he heard the beat of the song, he knew, this song had to be their song. Looking in her eyes, Shawn could see that Juliet was thinking the same thing. He reached out his hand, and helped her up.

"This is it." He spoke softly, whispering it against her cheek.

Juliet smiled, ready to dance with Shawn. It would be the first time that they had ever danced, even if he hadn't been able to take the dance classes with her, she still wanted nothing more than to dance with Shawn.

"Can I have this dance?" Juliet asked, as her eyes pleaded with Shawn. She knew how much he despised dancing.

He ran a hand through his hair before shrugging. "I thought you had other plans on your mind."

Juliet rolled her eyes. "We have all day, Shawn. Just one dance?"

He twitched on his feet, before shaking his head. "Maybe later? I'm really tired." He mumbled.

He saw her face deflate, but after a moment she smiled softly, before sitting back down. Her back against the couch with her feet stretched out in front of her.

"That's alright. Will you sit by me though? We can at least cuddle, right?"

Shawn grinned, "Well, Jules, as luck would have it, I am a world class cuddlier!"

Juliet laughed, as Shawn slid down beside her, before pulling Juliet into his arms. His eyes drifted closed as he felt whole for the first time in a very, very long time. He would do anything possible to not screw this relationship up. Not like his father had done with his mother, and not like he had done numerous times in the past.

When our friends talk about you, all it does is just tear me down

'Cause my heart breaks a little when I hear your name

Shawn awoke the next morning to someone pounding on the guest room door. Rubbing his fists against his eyes, Shawn pulled himself into a sitting position. Yawning, and stretching the kinks from his back, Shawn stood up.

"Coming." He shouted when said person pounded on the door again.

He pulled the door open, and spotted a fully dressed Gus standing in front of him. He looked none too pleased. "Lassiter is here. He wants to talk to you."

Shawn's brow furrowed, as he ran a shaky hand over his face. He was hoping it was about a case, and not Juliet. Shawn had been avoiding being alone with the senior detective for this very reason. Clad in his pajama pants and a t-shirt, Shawn padded down the hallway and into the living.

"Spencer." Lassiter nodded curtly. "Mind if we sit down?"

Shawn fought the urge to groan, and merely nodded his head. He most definitely didn't trust his voice right now.

"I know we haven't had a chance to talk since … my wedding, and while I don't typically do these types of things..." Lassiter trailed off, as he ran a hand through his hair. Shawn could tell how uncomfortable the detective was, sitting before Shawn. "I just … O'Hara won't talk to me about it. What happened?"

Shawn's eyebrows shot up, "I figured of anyone, you would be most excited by our breakup. You never did want me dating her. This should be great news." Shawn spat out, even though as he stared at Lassiter, he just kept hearing her last name replayed over and over in his head.

"Look, I just want answers. I might not be your biggest fan, Spencer, but Juliet was happy when she was with you. Now … she's just miserable. I just thought, maybe I could help."

Shawn laughed mirthlessly at Lassiter, before standing up. He couldn't take this anymore. Any and all talk of Juliet was only causing the hurt in his chest to strengthen. "You've helped enough thank you. This whole situation is all your fault. Just remember that, Lassiter. Now, there is the door." Shawn turned his head, and waited until he heard the door click close behind the detective, before he allowed the tears to press against his eyes. A shake of his head, and one slid down his cheek.

My pride, my ego, my needs, and my selfish ways

Caused a good strong woman like you to walk out my life

Shawn stood just inside the station, as he watched Juliet walk to her desk. With her back turned toward the entrance to the bullpen, Shawn quickly sauntered past her desk, and into the chief's office undetected. It was becoming almost impossible to avoid Juliet, as from when they were working a case. Like today, when Shawn actually made a decision against his better judgment. It was a conversation that he had with Gus a few weeks earlier that prompted the decision.

"I can't take this anymore, Gus. I have to see her!" Shawn sighed, as he slumped into his desk chair.

He had been doing fairly well at giving Juliet the space she had so asked for. Only seeing and communicating with her during cases was becoming more difficult as the days ticked by. He was reaching his tipping point, and he was damn well close to holding a radio over his head in the pouring rain all in the name of love, if it would only get her to talk to him.

"I know, Shawn, I know."

Shawn looked up at Gus, and saw it written all over Gus' face. That he was withholding information. Gus never withheld information from Shawn, unless it was really bad news. Swallowing thickly, Shawn worked up his nerve to ask Gus what it was that he wasn't telling Shawn.

"Alright, spill." Shawn spoke in a don't think about lying to me tone.

Gus ran a hand over the top of his head, and Shawn could tell that he was trying to think of something that was at the very most, a half truth.

"Spill it, Gus. I don't want to wait until I'm old and gray!" Shawn barked out.

Nodding his head, Gus sat down gingerly in his own desk chair. He tilted it so that he was looking directly at Shawn as he spoke. "Remember how you asked me to talk to Juliet for you a few days ago?"

Shawn nodded, "Yeah, you said you weren't comfortable with that, because Jules is your friend too."

Gus sighed, "Well, after you got pissed and stormed out, I had time to think on it. Yeah, Juliet is my friend too, but you were my friend way before Juliet ever came into the picture. So, I called her up, asked if I could have lunch with her sometime soon. The only day she had available was today."

Shawn merely stared at Gus, who for some reason found the ground to be the most impressive thing on the planet. "Okay." Shawn prompted.

"I point blank asked her why she continually was refusing to let you talk to her. To give you a second chance. I kind of wish I hadn't …"

"Oh for the love of God, Gus, spit it out already." Shawn spoke, frustration written on his features.

"She said that she wasn't sure that she loved you anymore. That now she has had some time apart, some distance, she realizes how selfish and self-righteous you are. How big your ego is and how needy you can be. She said that she isn't sure that she can ever fully trust you again. That you would have to make a big, grand gesture to win her back."

It had taken him two and a half weeks to come up with this plan, but it was one that he felt was big enough to win back Juliet. That had been the only thing on his mind for the past two weeks, was winning back the woman he loved. Which was why he planned on walking into the chief's office and coming clean about his whole charade.

With purpose in his step, Shawn sits down in front of Chief Vick's desk, and plants his hands on his lap. Swallowing thickly, he works up his courage. It's now or never. "Chief, I haven't been a hundred percent honest with you."

The chief's eyebrows raise a few inches, as she cocks her head. "Please, explain."

"The whole psychic thing, with the finger to the head ..."

"Yes, Mr. Spencer." She interrupted, prompting him to skim over minor details.

"I haven't been exactly truthful with how I do that."

Karen shook her head, and held up a hand. "Let me stop you there, Mr. Spencer. You are walking a very, very thin line here. If you cross over it, there will be dire consequences. So, I must ask you to make sure that you are fully aware of the consequences of what you maybe about to share."

Shawn sighed, and nodded. "I've been fully aware of the consequences since day one, Chief. The thing is, Chief Vick … I'm not psychic. I have a photographic memory. I have the ability to pick up on the tiniest little hints that not everyone is trained to see. You've met my father, Chief, growing up with him, I was bound to have some sort of training pounded into my head. Attention to detail just seems to have been the training that stuck with me most."

Chief Vick ran a hand over her face. Shawn waited for her to yell, to demand him arrested on site. He expected many different things, but he wasn't expecting her to have already had it all figured out.

"I know that you're not psychic, Mr. Spencer. Do you honestly think I'm that gullible?"

Shawn merely shook his head, "No."

"Good. Now, if I take this public, there will be dire consequences that I will have no control over. Do you understand that, Mr. Spencer?" She waited until he shook his head. "Alright, your other choice is to walk back out that door, and pretend this conversation never happened."

Shawn shook his head. Truthfully, he was scared as hell to face the consequences, not because it meant jail time, but because it meant that every single person that he helped put away would be released. It meant that his father and Gus would be brought up on charges for aiding a criminal. Most importantly it meant that many, many more people would get away with murder if Shawn wasn't able to help the police. Every fiber in his being told him to listen to the chief, to walk back out her door and pretend that none of this had happened. Every fiber, except for the one that wanted nothing more than to have Juliet back. That tiny little fiber was louder than every other one, and it screamed at him to do whatever it took to win back the girl of his dreams.

"I wish it were that easy, Chief." Shawn sighed, "I know this is going to sound bad, like really, really bad, but the only reason I came clean with you is because this is my last ditch effort to win Juliet back."

Chief Vick merely stared at him as dawning clouded her appearance. "Juliet found out about your secret?"

Shawn nodded, "Sort of. She started to piece it together, and I couldn't stand the thought of lying to her anymore, so I came clean."

She nodded, "I'll speak to Detective O'Hara on your behalf, Mr. Spencer, but again I ask you to please just leave this office without further incident. As much as you might be willing to face down these consequences in the name of love, I am not quite as willing to lose you as my consultant. You're a valuable asset, Mr. Spencer."

Shawn nodded, "Will you at least tell her that I told you?"

Chief Vick merely shrugged, as Shawn stood up and walked back out the door.

That I should have bought you flowers

And held your hand

Should have gave you all my hours

When I had the chance

Take you to every party

'Cause all you wanted to do was dance

Now my baby's dancing

But she's dancing with another man

It took Shawn a twenty minute phone call a week after his talk with Chief Vick for him to realize that he had lost Juliet. In that twenty minutes, the chief apologized for not being able to help him any better than she had. She repeatedly claimed to be sorry that his was in pain, and asked him if there was anything else that she could do.

However, Shawn had stopped listening after the words she has moved on left the chief's mouth. His heart had shattered all over again, as he realized that he had put far too much hope into his plan. In the moments after he hung up the phone with the chief, memories floated through his mind like still images. Pausing only long enough for him to spot his mistake. Before long he realized what Juliet had meant when she said that he was selfish and self-righteous.

How many times had he thought about getting her some flowers to lighten up her desk, but didn't want to make the extra effort because he'd have to give up his lunch of the day? How many times had she reached for his hand, but he pulled away, stashing his hand into his pocket? He couldn't count how many times she had called him to come over, but he made a lame excuse because he was playing video games with Gus. His worst mistake though, the one that he wished he could take back was when he refused to dance with her the night that they had found their song.

Sitting there, watching as his best friend twirls around the dance-floor with his new wife, it hits him even harder. Everything that he had, and everything that he missed out on. This, all of it, could have been his. If only he would have tried a little harder, and gave himself over to her a little more, than maybe the shock of the truth wouldn't have rocked her the way that it had. Maybe, if he would have been a better boyfriend … a better man, than maybe he wouldn't be stuck sitting in an uncomfortable wooden chair, while Juliet twirls around the dance-floor with her new boyfriend. The smile on her face, the laughter that escapes with each turn and dip. It's all he's ever wanted for her, and it's everything that he has never given her. He realizes that all of her unhappiness stemmed from him and the things that he has done. Yet, he can't seem to grasp the fact that he and Juliet are truly done, which leaves him with two options. One; He can flee town, leave Gus a message explaining how sorry he is, or two; he can man up, and tell Juliet all the things that he ever wanted to before it was really too late.

As Juliet and her boyfriend step off the dance floor, Shawn smiles softly at the two of them. His mouth opens to ask Juliet if they can talk for a moment, when a soft song starts drifting through the speakers. Without his approval, his eyes drift close as he takes in the all too familiar song. A Thousand Years will always be their song, no matter what.

"Care to dance?" Shawn asks. His voice says nonchalance, but the sweat forming on his forehead gives away his nervousness.

He can see in her eyes, that she is trying to find a way to say no. That she's looking for an out, and Shawn is almost ready to give her one when she suddenly nods her head, and grabs a hold of Shawn's hand. Instantly, Shawn glides her across the dance floor as if it was something he was born to do. He smiles down at her, as she stares up at him, shock registering on her face.

"How did you learn to dance like this?" She asks, hating how her voice breaks over the question.

"Oh silly, Jules. I've always known how to dance. My mom put me in lessons when I was a kid. I hated it, because it was lame at the time. I was embarrassed, that's why I never danced with you when you asked me too."

Juliet merely nodded, this new information taking a toll on her.

"I have something else to say, if that's alright?" Juliet peered up at him, and Shawn took that as a yes. "A couple of months ago, you talked to Gus …"

"He told you about that?" She asked, her eyes closed.

"Yeah, but don't get mad at him. I kept asking him to do it, because I needed to know what I needed to do to fix this … us. When he came back and told me what you said, I won't lie … it hurt, but it made me realize that you were right."

Juliet shook her head, "I was still angry when I said those things, Shawn. You're not selfish or self-righteous."

Shawn smiled softly as he nodded, "But I am. All the things that I didn't do for you … with you, all because I was simply doing something else at the time. All the canceled dates and the flowers I didn't send. I can't take any of that back, and I wish to hell I could, Jules. I wish that I could go back in time and be the man that you deserve. It took me awhile, but I realize now, that you're better off without me. I'm only going to hurt you, and the thought of me hurting you again breaks my heart. I'm glad that you found someone to love you, to dance with you in a way that I couldn't, because, Juliet, you deserve it."

Tears welled in her eyes as she leaned forward, her lips pressed against his ear while she spoke. "That's my blind date, Shawn. My mother set me up with him. He is boring and tells horrible jokes. So, from where I'm standing, between you and Greg, I am far better off with you."

As she pulled back, Shawn couldn't help himself, he leaned forward and pressed his lips against hers. Suddenly the rush of feelings that he felt every single time their lips met, came rushing back to him. He knew in that instant that he would never, ever do anything to jeopardize their relationship again.