Rainy Days and Mondays

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Title: Rainy Days and Mondays
Fandom: Psych
Author: MusicalLuna
Rating: T
Characters/Pairings: Shawn/Juliet
Genre: Romance, Drama
Warnings: None
Complete: Yes
Summary: Shawn tries to make amends.
A/N: The second redemption ficlet. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Psych. 

 

Juliet opened her umbrella as she stepped out of the police station. It had been pouring all day long, unusual weather for Santa Barbara, and the twilight-like gloom was something she hadn’t seen since leaving Miami. The weather was oddly fitting for her mood. She felt like she had been betrayed, and even worse, she felt stupid because she had known better and she had allowed Shawn to get under her skin and do this to her anyway. She glanced down, trying to ignore the pricking at the backs of her eyes, and reached into her purse for her keys. When she looked up, she gasped, stopping dead.

Shawn stood, soaked from head to toe, wet clothes clinging to his skin, just behind her car, looking more pathetic than she had ever seen him. She quickly looked away and said quietly, "What are you doing here Shawn? I told you. It’s over."

"I know," he said. "I can’t just let you go like that though, Jules. I have to try and convince you to see things my way."

"Your way? Shawn, what other way is there? I saw you kissing another girl! A witness in our case no less! What other way could there possibly be?" she demanded and then covered her face as her eyes finally spilled over.

"A way where I didn’t cheat on you. At least not on purpose."

She laughed hollowly. "Oh my gosh. Shawn, really, I can’t do this." She started toward the door of her car and then looked up, startled, at the sound of something dropping to the pavement. She stared at Shawn, who had dropped to his knees and was looking up at her, desperation in his eyes and rainwater dripping down his face.

"Jules, please," he begged, and his voice sounded thick. "Please. You have to let me try to fix this. I will throw myself at your feet and beg if that’s what it takes."

Juliet pulled her coat more closely around her and despite herself, despite something inside her screaming to just leave and spare herself the temptation and the pain, she said softly, "All right. Explain. But after this—"

Shawn looked relieved. "Fantastic. First of all, I’m sorry. I screwed up. Really bad. I needed information for the case and I did what was easy. I didn’t think about you—oh god, that sounds horrible. I don’t…" he laughed weakly. "I don’t know what the hell I’m doing, Jules. I’ve never been with someone like, you know—" He waved his hands at her and then sagged, sitting back on his heels. "Dammit," he muttered and rubbed his hands over his face. "Look, I’m sorry Jules. I hope we can still—"

He jerked, eyebrows shooting for his hairline when Juliet squatted in front of him. "What would make you think that I would be okay with what you did?"

Shawn grimaced. "I didn’t think about that, that’s the problem."

"Then how can I trust you not to do something like this again?"

He pursed his lips and shook his head slightly. "I guess you can’t."

Juliet hated that despite what he had done, and despite the fact that he couldn’t promise her he wouldn’t do something similar again, she really believed he meant what he was saying. She caved. "Maybe…I can give you a chance to earn it."

Shawn looked up sharply, eyes wide. "Don’t kid with me, Jules, I may act tough but I’m really very fragile. I very well may go to pieces if you’re just playing with me."

She smiled slightly and brushed back the soaked locks on his forehead. "Do you want another chance?"

"Does an addict want another fix?"

"Shawn."

"Sorry. I’ve never wanted anything more Jules. And that’s really, really saying something, trust me. I want something new about every five seconds." He glanced down at his hands and then said quietly, "I know I don’t do a lot of things right, and I know I act like an ADD kid on crack and nobody thinks I take anything seriously, but I do, and I’m dead serious about this. You have to work with me, but I’ll do whatever it takes, Jules."

Tears had gathered in the corners of Juliet’s eyes by the time he finished. "I believe you," she whispered.

He looked up at her and a second later, the umbrella had dropped to the asphalt, rolling slowly away from them as rain began soaking into Juliet’s hair. She was oblivious, Shawn’s lips working magic against hers and her arms snaked around his neck, fingers threading into the wet hair on top of his head. When they finally broke the kiss, they were both breathing more heavily and Shawn’s hands gently took hold of her face, his thumbs pushing the wet locks of hair sticking to her cheeks back into place and he murmured, "I’m sorry."

She smiled and touched her forehead to his, laying a soft kiss on the tip of his nose. "I know."

They kissed again.