SHAWN'S POV:

I sat alone in one of the interrogation rooms at the Santa Barbara Police Department. In front of me was a blank report. The Chief had asked me to come in, if I was ready, to fill out the paperwork to close the case. I'd said sure, I could handle that, and I'd headed right down. Not that I wanted to sit by myself at the Psych office any longer.

Gus was at his regular job. Dad was fishing. Jules was working. And I'd been alone. I didn't want to be alone. So why was I sitting alone in this stupid room, staring at this stupid blank piece of paper?

I groaned softly as I shifted in the chair. I'd spent a week in the hospital after my rescue from the cabin. They'd wrapped my broken rib, re-stitched my knife wounds and patched up my bullet wounds. I had to walk with the aid of a cane for awhile, until my leg healed. The lacerations and carvings on my chest and back were healing and itched…a lot. But I was mending. I'd been out of the hospital for two weeks now and I was mending.

I was so relieved that Yin and Allison were dead. I don't think I could have coped knowing they were still out there. The things they had done to me were….unreal. I still had nightmares of Allison whispering in my ear, her hot breath describing all of the horrors she was going to inflict upon me next. I couldn't bear to be alone in my apartment. I'd been spending the night in my childhood room at my dad's house. He'd even bought me new sheets to replace the He-Man Sheets with the Yin-Yang symbol on it. I'd gotten rid of my army men. Yin or Allison had touched them and they had to go.

I heard a soft knock outside the door and looked up to find Jules standing in the doorway.

"There you are Shawn. I was looking for you."

I hung my head. "I thought I could write this." I muttered, to her or myself, I'm not sure. "When the Chief asked me to come in, I thought it would be no problem. I thought if I could just have a minute to myself, to think about the events, that I could get them down on paper." I shook my head. "But I can't. I'm reliving it all over again and I just can't."

Juliet turned quietly and closed the door behind her. She pulled up a chair next to mind and grabbed my hand. "I can't begin to imagine everything that they did to you Shawn…everything that you went through. But you are safe now. They're dead and you're safe."

"I'm sure I'll feel relief, or elation some day, maybe soon." I told her. "But right now, I just feel numb. I'm sorry, but I can't do this." I slid back my chair and got up to leave.

"You don't have to do it alone, Shawn." Juliet said softly to me. "You have me. You have Gus and you have your mom and dad. Let us help you. Let me help you." She stood up beside me and raised her head up to kiss me. I couldn't help it; I leaned into her and greedily kissed her back. Putting my arms around her, I felt a little of the desolation I had been feeling melt away.

"We have each other." I muttered against her mouth.

"Forever." Jules whispered back. "I'm so glad you came back to us."

I smiled. "And I'd rather never leave you again. The next psycho path to come to Santa Barbara will have to choose someone else to kidnap and torture."

I was trying to kid, but I know Jules saw something in my eyes when I said that. Something desperate and dark. There were wounds in my soul that wouldn't heal soon. But with Juliet's help, they would heal.

"Shawn!" Gus suddenly entered the room. "There you are. I've been looking all over for you. Oh, hello Juliet." he added awkwardly, still not used to seeing us together. We parted quickly.

"Gus, your timing is awful as always." I joked. "What's up?"

"Pancakes." Gus grinned. "As in, let's go get some."

"From Pancake House?"

"You know that's right! Best pancakes and bacon ever." I grabbed my jacket, gave one last look at the empty report, decided to tell Chief Vic I'd need awhile more, and looked at Juliet.

"Coming? Please say you'll come."

She nodded and I grinned. "Wouldn't miss it for the world."

We headed out of the room and out of the department, the three of us side by side. And as I walked out into the bright sunshine of the early morning I couldn't help but feel the dark cloud that had hung over me lift. We had won. The bad guys were dead. And in that moment, I had found me report for Chief Vic.

WE DID IT. And I would add some explanation points, because it didn't feel too excessive.

THE END.

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~SyFyDiva