Because I'm really evil and have nothing better to do than to torture Shawn and you wonderful readers... An AU to the episode A Very Juliet Episode. There's a second chapter, and how fast I put it up depends on how many reviews I get! Enjoy!

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PsyschPsychPsychPsychPsych

"Can you bend bullets?" Shawn bounced back and forth, his heart racing. He had been on the wrong end of guns before, but if he could just buy a little time, Juliet and Lassie would get there and arrest Wayne. He just had to do what he did best.

Stall.

Growling, Wayne glared at Shawn as he applied more pressure to the trigger. His hand jerked as the bullet left the barrel of the gun and traveled toward it's intended target.

A look of shock and pain appeared on Shawn's face as the gun went off, and a white hot pain burned in his chest. His hands helplessly fluttered to his chest, where blood had begun to spurt wildly.

Scott stirred on the ground, groaning.

Slowly, Shawn sank to his knees, stunned and unable to breathe. He had been shot once before, just a few weeks ago, and the pain was bad. But this was something even worse, and he was terrified. Pain eclipsed his senses, vibrating through his chest. His hands went to his chest, where blood freely poured from the gunshot wound. The wind was knocked out of him as he landed on his back with a pained groan. Was this really happening? Where was Juliet? Why wasn't she stopping this, he wondered deliriously. If he trusted anyone to protect him, it was Juliet.

As Wayne lowered his gun to his side, a smug look on his face, he didn't hear Scott get to his feet.

Moving stealthily, Scott snuck up behind Wayne and shoved him to the ground. The agent's head hit the ground with a sickening sound, and he was immediately out cold.

After kicking the gun away from Wayne's hand, Scott hurried over to Shawn's side and knelt down beside the injured man. He could hear sirens approaching rapidly, and he knew that Juliet had found them. Gently moving Shawn's hands aside, he placed both hands firmly over the heavily bleeding wound and applied pressure. Shawn had already lost a worrisome amount of blood, and Scott did his best to staunch the flow.

Just a minute later, tires squealed as two patrol cars pulled into the lot. A door flew open, and Juliet jumped out before Lassiter had a chance to bring the car to a complete stop. "Scott! Shawn!" She slammed the door shut, her heart pounding in time to the sound of her feet hitting the ground. Even from the distance, she could see Shawn's form sprawled out on the ground. But for all she knew, he could have just been knocked out.

Scott looked up as Juliet ran toward them. "Wayne shot him, Juliet."

Juliet's heart stopped, and she couldn't get to Shawn's side fast enough. When she finally did, she flung herself to the ground. "Shawn? Shawn, can you hear me?" She looked at Scott. "What the hell happened?" She laid a hand on Shawn's forehead.

"Wayne was going to kill both of us. Shawn tried to talk to him, but he shot him. I managed to knock him out." He didn't miss the look on Juliet's face as she touched Shawn and spoke to him.

Scared out of her mind, Juliet gently patted Shawn's cheek. "Shawn?"

His eyes fluttered open. "Jules…?"

"I'm here, Shawn. I'm here." Without thinking, she slid her hand under his head. Then she eased his head into her lap. "Lassiter, call for a bus, now!" She looked at Scott. "Keep applying pressure."

Scott nodded.

Shawn groaned as pain washed over him anew. It dimly registered in his mind that he was in Juliet's lap, but he was in too much pain to really enjoy it. His chest burned, and the pain shot through every part of his body.

"Shh, Shawn... You're going to be okay."

A few seconds later, Gus dropped to his knee beside Juliet. His dark eyes were filled with fear and concern for his best friend. There was blood everywhere, making his stomach churn miserably. "No, Shawn..."

Shawn managed to open his eyes, and he looked at his best friend. "It's okay, buddy," he managed, but he could taste blood in his mouth. "I'm gonna be okay."

Suddenly he started to cough violently. Moving quickly, Juliet helped him sit up. Then she let him lean back and rest against her chest. Scott moved with them, keeping his hands against the wound in Shawn's chest.

Gus watched, horrified. "Where is the ambulance?"

"Bus is on its way," Lassiter replied.

Shawn closed his eyes as Juliet held him tighter. Of all the ways he had imagined being in her arms, him with a bullet hole in his chest was definitely not one of them. He winced as Scott pressed down harder against the wound.

Juliet gently held Shawn's head against her shoulder. "Just hang on, Shawn. We're going to get you to a hospital."

He managed to nod. The two people he trusted the most were there with him. They would make sure that he was okay.

Lassiter stood over his partner, his normally hard features filled with worry. He didn't like the psychic, but he was a civilian. And O'Hara, for whatever ungodly reason, cared about him. Maybe the concern he felt was for his partner.

Nearing panic, Gus reached out and took his best friend's hand. "You better hang on, Shawn." He didn't know what he'd do if he lost his best friend.

Shawn didn't respond, and Juliet gently patted his cheek. "Shawn, talk to me," she urged.

He gasped softly, a strange sound gurgling in his throat.

"Shawn? Shawn, stay with me, baby." There was terror in Juliet's voice as she pleaded with Shawn to stay awake. "Stay with me." Her hand moved gently over his cheek. "Come on, Shawn."

Gus stared at his best friend, terrified. This couldn't be happening.

Juliet shifted, holding Shawn tighter. "Shawn, open your eyes. Don't leave me." She couldn't lose him, not when he didn't know just how much she cared about him. Things weren't supposed to go this way. They weren't.

But as she spoke the words, his chest rose weakly one more time, then stopped moving altogether. His head lolled against Juliet's shoulder.

"Shawn!"

TBC...

A/N: *hides under rock* This is a two shot. Review if you want the second half! Thanks for reading!