Disclaimer: I do not own Psych or any of the characters there-in, also the title is from a Nat King Cole song by the same name although the plot is all my own! Sorry in advance if the characters seem a little OOC, I tried to have them react like I felt they would, anyway please read and review. By the way this chapter is dedicated to Nyxelestia who has been so sweet and helpful with her reviews. Hope you love this one!!

-Libby :)

Quick shout-outs to:

raindropsX- Thanks for the great review! I hope you like this chapter as much as the last one.

PsychFan81692- Haha when DOESN'T life get in the way? I'm glad you liked the way they interacted. Hopefully it'll come through the same way in this chapter. Enjoy!

Nyxelestia- You are soo right about the cats! I can't believe I forgot them. Don't worry they'll be mentioned next chapter. Your guesses are right on the money, I really hope you like this chapter. Thanks for the great reviews!!

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RavennaNightwind- Don't worry Jules will eventually get her memory back (I think lol) just gotta wait and see. As for the gun, that is exactly what I was thinking; her muscle memory would come into play. Hope you like this chapter!

The Very Thought of You

Dinner was as delicious as it looked and it was a feast after the nasty hospital food. I picked up a magazine that was lying on the coffee table in front of me as Shawn casually flipped through the TV channels before finally settling on the news. I used the magazine as a cover of sorts as I watched Shawn out of the corner of my eye. I definitely had feelings for him, I just wasn't sure of the extent. One minute he could be sweet and bubbly and the next his flirtatious banter would turn serious. Even in the hospital he would joke about our "undying love" as if we were living in the Middle Ages and I was nothing more than a damsel in distress. I'm a cop for goodness sakes! I can take care of myself just fine. Well, except for getting shot in the head it would seem. With Shawn I could never completely tell if he was just joking or if there always some truth to what he said. To make things even more complicated I could barely remember him. Every once in awhile a small fact or idea would flash through my head but I couldn't seem to make any of the thoughts stick.

"Jules?" I looked over to see Shawn was speaking to me. I had zoned off again so it seemed.

"Shawn?" I replied, pasting a smile on my face. He scooted closer to me on the couch and I restrained myself from flinching.

"What are you thinking about?" He asked seriously, though I could tell he was thinking of something amusing; the corner of his mouth was twitching up suspiciously.

"Oh, nothing really," I lied, "just reading." A full blown smirk appeared on his face after I said this, as if he was waiting for just that answer.

"That's interesting, because I've been watching you, and I know you've been watching me." He explained, his eyes sparkling mirthfully.

"I don't know what you're talking about but that's a lie." I countered, "I've been reading my magazine," I continued, unfortunately not even bothering to look at the page I held open on my lap. At this Shawn laughed out loud. In my confusion I managed to look down at the 'article' I was 'reading.' I felt my face flaming in embarrassment.

"So I guess you're looking into ExtenZe male enhancement lotion?" He joked. My face was becoming warmer and warmer by the moment. "Jules, I'm hurt," he continued, "you don't think my manhood is enough for you?" I cringed and instantly shut the magazine, completely mortified to be caught lying as well as looking at something so mortifying.

"Well if the shoe fits Shawn!" I all but shouted in an attempt to save face. He didn't even have the decency to look hurt which just served to enrage me. "I can't believe how big a jerk you can be!" I yelled as I stomped out of the living room. As soon as I entered the bedroom I realized what a baby I was being. Shawn was just trying to make light of a situation, as usual and I took it to heart. 'God Jules grow a thicker skin.' I thought as I sat down on the queen sized bed. Shawn obviously knew me well enough to let me cool down alone before he came in to talk to me, which I was grateful for. I needed some time to think by myself. By the time he came back in I had composed myself and was thankful for the company.

His eyes looked uncertain when he entered the room and I gave him a small smile to know I wasn't still mad. He sat down next to me and gently took my hand in his own.

"I'm sorry I yelled at you Shawn. It's just, I mean, ugh this last week has been the most frustrating of my life, that I can remember." He just continued to look at me and squeezed my hand gently with his own, signally for me to go on. "You can't even imagine how I feel right now. It's like I've been thrown into a time and place that I don't recognize and I'm expected to act like my old self when I don't even know who my old self is. All I want is for my memory to come back so I can keep going with my life but now I'm stuck with baby steps when I'm used to running. I can't even tie my own damn shoe." I pretty much lost it at that point. Every emotion I'd been holding in since waking up in the hospital was let loose in a flood of tears. Instead of backing away like I expected him to, Shawn pulled me in close and let me cry on his shoulder. He rubbed my back in soothing motions and whispered quiet nothings to me. Rather than feeling embarrassed, I felt completely comfortable and loved. I wished I could remember how much I loved this wonderful man.

Some time later we pulled apart and lay back on the bed together, our hands still linked. Even though I couldn't remember my life before the accident I could feel that Shawn and I had grown closer tonight than we'd ever been before. I was tired after my initial outburst and felt my eyes drooping from lack of sleep in a familiar place. The last thing I remembered before drifting off was that I was the luckiest girl in the world.

More to come soon. Please review I live for constructive criticism!

-L.