Last chapter! :'(. I'm actually very sad about this. It's like… the end of an era. Oh well, I'll just have to start my next story immediately! Sorry, this would've been up sooner, but I wanted to make it as good as possible! Before I start, I'd like to thank everyone so much for reading. You all are amazing. Right now I'm giving everyone a mental hug. :D

Disclaimer- I don't own Psych

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It had been a week since Shawn was discharged from the hospital, where he stayed for two weeks. Thanks to Robert Madison, he was suffering from three broken ribs, a fractured nose, and a bruised kidney. Several of the gashes caused by the metal pipes required stitches. Not to mention the bullet, which nicked his appendix and small intestine.

Still, Shawn was as perky as ever. By the time he was discharged, Shawn had 87 new facebook friends, and was godfather to the son of one of his nurses.

Informing his dad about Mathew's death was the hard part. Henry was more upset than Shawn could ever be. After forcing himself to forget about his personal connection to the case, he was put at ease having put the man who killed his dad's partner behind bars.

Juliet was the one having problems.

No matter what Shawn or anyone else said, she couldn't shake the guilt that she'd been feeling for the past three weeks. Me. They wanted me. But no. They took Shawn. I let them take Shawn! And he almost died. What do I end up with? A lousy cut on the arm. I don't deserve him. I don't deserve Shawn, or my job, or anything. She hadn't seen or talked to Shawn since the day he came out of the coma. While he had made several attempts at contacting her, Juliet couldn't stand talking to him. He talks to me like nothing happened. Like everything is fine. But it's not. What if we had lost him? What if he died? Oh God, he could have died!

Juliet walked into her apartment and slammed the door behind her. Tossing the keys on the counter, she spotted her voicemail machine beeping with a red light. Instinctively she knew who it was:

Jules! I've been trying to reach you since it was acceptable to wear leg warmers in public. Can we please… talk, or something? For my sake as well as Gus's. I mean, he knows that chocolate is my comfort food, but noooo. Apparently, putting chocolate bars in the microwave with the wrapper still on is a bad idea. Who knew? But according to him "Lamaze breathing is ineffective when half the office nearly burning down is a factor". I don't understand either. I think Nebraska did something to him. Oh well. Call me!

Just the sound of his voice brought a smile to her face and pain to her heart. Before her internal conflict was able to ensue, another message started playing, this time with a much different tone:

Juliet! It's Shawn! I need you to pick up! This is an emergency! Please, please Jules! I need you, like ASAP! Get to the Psych office quick! It's life or death!

Juliet's heart stopped. Oh God. He's torn his stitches. He's bleeding out! He's dying! Oh God! This is my fault! I have to get over there. I have to save him! She leaned over and checked the time of the message. 8:42. That's seven minutes ago! Grabbing her keys, she sprinted out of her apartment.

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The psych office was dark from the outside. The surrounding area was practically deserted, most likely due to the time. Juliet made her way to the door quickly, though she was terrified of what she would find.

Inside the office was dark as well. The only light was emanating from the flat screen on the wall.

"Shawn?" Juliet called out apprehensively.

No reply.

Juliet made her way to the couch in front of the television slowly.

"Shawn?"

Silence.

What she saw shocked her.

Shawn was sitting on the couch, earphones in, playing Pac-man on a black and white gameboy.

"SHAWN!" Juliet yelled. This got his attention.

"Jules! You scared the heck out of me! What took you so long?"

Juliet just stared at him. After what seemed like minutes, she spoke.

"You said it was life or death…" Her voice was filled with both relief and anger.

"It is!" Shawn said defensively. "My dad has been calling every fifteen minutes to check in on me. Pretty soon, I'll be hassled to death. That is, if you don't step in." Shawn's face was so serious she almost believed him. After a few more seconds of silence, however, Shawn gave in to the smile that had been creeping onto his face.

Juliet shook her head and started walking to the door.

"Jules, wait!" Shawn chased (more like wobbled) over to her and grabbed her arm. "You weren't returning my calls. I knew this would get you to come. I'm sorry. I just… I needed to see you." This time he was sincere. Just about as sincere as Juliet had ever seen him.

"I'm sorry Shawn. I-I have to go."

Juliet hurried towards the exit, leaving Shawn helpless to catch up to her. Shawn spoke again as Juliet's hand touched the doorknob.

"But you said you wouldn't leave me." She stopped halfway through turning the knob. "You said you weren't going anywhere."

She let go of the doorknob completely. Juliet turned to make eye contact with Shawn, immediately wishing she hadn't. The sadness in his eyes broke her already hurting heart.

"I-" What am I supposed to say? I'm sorry? I'm sorry I almost got you killed and then completely ignored you for weeks?

"I can't."

"You can't what? What Juliet? I just don't understand. One moment you're sitting at my bedside, spilling your soul. Telling me that you love me. And now, now you won't talk to me. You won't return my calls. Did I do something wrong? Did I-" Shawn's voice broke off. He closed his eyes and turned his face to the floor, as if continuing to speak was just too painful.

"No. Of course you didn't Shawn." Juliet walked to him. "Shawn?" She tried to grab his hand, but Shawn pulled away. He just shook his head.

Feeling helpless, Juliet did the only thing she could think to do. Taking his face in her hands, she kissed him. She poured all of her emotions into that kiss. After a moment of shocked hesitation she felt him kiss her back. When the broke apart she kept his face in her hands.

"You didn't do a thing." Juliet could hear her voice getting thick with tears. "It's just… I don't know how to register all of this. I don't know how to not feel responsible for what happened to you. We almost lost you and it was my fault. I don't know what I would have done-" She paused for a moment, blinking back tears. She removed her hands from Shawn's face to wipe her eyes. "I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't woken up."

Shawn simply looked at her for a moment before pulling her into a tight embrace. Juliet threw her arms around his neck and held on for dear life.

"I'm here Jules. We made it. I can tell you it isn't your fault but you won't believe me. The fact of that matter is that we're both alive. We both made it. It doesn't matter what could have happened. I'm still alive and I'm not going anywhere. I'm not going anywhere because I love you Jules." Shawn spoke into her ear.

Finally done crying, Juliet said, "I love you too, Shawn. And I'm not going anywhere either."

Somewhere in the background the phone started ringing. Shawn checked his watch over Juliet's shoulder, the two still embraced.

"That would be my dad. I told you it was life or death."

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