Kindling

[musicalluna]

Title: Kindling
Fandom: Psych
Author: MusicalLuna
Rating: E
Characters/Pairings: Gus, Juliet, Shawn/Juliet
Genre: Fluff
Warnings: None
Complete: Yes
Summary: It's not Shawn that finally convinced her.
A/N: Hahaha. Another random thing that just came to me. Uh...I got nothin' else.

 Enjoy!
Disclaimer: They're not mine. Probably better they aren't.

 

It's funny, because in the end, it's not Shawn who convinces her. No, despite the fact that she tells everyone that she finally just couldn't take the incessant asking any more, it's simply not true. For two weeks prior to the official "surrender", she weighed and measured each request, and then discarded them. Because she had decided, as of September twenty-third, that Shawn Spencer had the okay for dating material, but it was going to start on her terms whether he knew that or not.

And she'll probably never tell anyone, but really, it was Gus who finally convinced her. And he hadn't even known he was doing his friend a favor.

"This is incredible," Gus had remarked as he stood by her side, watching Shawn in the throes of a vision that had him almost literally chasing the head detective around the bullpen.

"What is?" Juliet asked, watching avidly and trying very hard not to smile as Lassiter swatted at the fake psychic with a wad of papers. "The vision? It doesn't seem so unusual."

Gus snorted. "No, not the vision. Definitely not the vision. No. This is our third anniversary, Juliet."

She looked at him, raising an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"

"Shawn and I," he clarified and then further, "and Psych. This is the third anniversary of the day Shawn first got the lease for Psych."

Juliet continued to stare, non-plussed. "So?"

"So?" Gus repeated and then shook his head. "Detective, this is the first time since we were seventeen that Shawn has lived in a single place—in a single state—for more than six months. And he's never held a job this long."

It was easy to see that Shawn had a restless spirit. At the very least, an active spirit. But that was the first time Juliet realized just how restless. And even more what it meant that he had stuck around Santa Barbara and this job as a psychic.

Gus shrugged, oblivious to the new light he had shed for the junior detective. "It's amazing. I honestly never thought I'd see the day when Shawn settled down. Well, settled down for him anyway. And I know it has something to do with this job, but I get the feeling sometimes that it's more than that."

And that was when the psychic's gaze had met hers, eyes twinkling as he shied away from Lassiter's weapon of choice, and she had known that it was time to give him his chance.

So it's funny, because Shawn is the one she loves, the one she lives and breathes for now, the one who literally makes her days and her nights. But it was Gus, with a few innocuous comments, who kindled the flame.