HAPPY BIRTHDAY, RO!!!!!!!!!!!! for [dial_a_psychic]
Write about a time when you remember being totally happy or content.
It had been exactly two weeks and twelve hours since Carlton had left for L.A.
Juliet was miserable. And she wasn't hiding it either, not that she had anyone to hide it from. She was sitting on her couch, curled up in stocking feet with a container of oatmeal raisin cookie dough ice cream. The TV was on but she wasn't watching it. Just focusing on getting the spoon to her mouth.
Then the phone rang.
She was not getting up. Which is when she realized it was her cell phone, which was... right next to her. Dammit.
"Hello?" she all but snapped into the receiver. She hadn't even bothered looking at the caller ID.
"Jules? That's no way to talk to a fellow officer..."
"Consultant, Shawn."
"Right, same thing, so.. wanna grab lunch?"
She groaned, he couldn't be serious. "No, Shawn, I do not want to grab lunch."
"What? Did you inherit Lassie's grouch?"
"No! I'm.. perfectly.. um, fine. Hold on!" She held the phone away from her ear on the way to the kitchen, shoving the ice cream back in her freezer.
"Fine girls don't need oatmeal raisin cookie dough," he said matter of factly.
She dropped the phone.
--
"Thanks for coming, Jules. Gus had a date, can you believe that?"
She nodded numbly, dropping into the seat opposite his.
"You look.. good."
"No I don't," she insisted, sweeping some potentially greasy hair out of her eye before picking up her menu.
"You didn't have to come out here. I mean, I would have come over." It was one of Shawn's rare, serious moments, and she offered him a brave smile.
"I couldn't let you get stood up."
He grinned, and she grinned, and they each ordered a Cosmo at the same time.
--
Later that night, there's a knock at the door. She's tempted to pretend she's asleep.
"I know you're awake, Juliet! You can't fool a psychic!"
She sighs, and goes to open the door. "Hey, Shawn."
"Here," he says, shoving a tub of oatmeal raisin ice cream at her. "I thought you might need a refill."
Her smile is a little stronger now as she steps aside to let him in, going to get spoons...
"Oh, the Golden Girls! Good choice," Shawn comments, flopping on her couch.
"I wasn't paying attention," she admits sheepishly, settling against his side and offering him a spoon.
"Don't mind if I do."
"I don't mind either."
And there they sit, tub of Annie's between them; the only light in the apartment the flickering of the TV and the only sounds Betty White's rambling of 'Back in Olaf...'
--
Carlton would come back, but until then.... well, until then, they would manage.
Muse: Junior Detective Juliet O'Hara
Fandom: Psych
Word Count: 447
Shawn used is dial_a_psychic, with permission!
It had been exactly two weeks and twelve hours since Carlton had left for L.A.
Juliet was miserable. And she wasn't hiding it either, not that she had anyone to hide it from. She was sitting on her couch, curled up in stocking feet with a container of oatmeal raisin cookie dough ice cream. The TV was on but she wasn't watching it. Just focusing on getting the spoon to her mouth.
Then the phone rang.
She was not getting up. Which is when she realized it was her cell phone, which was... right next to her. Dammit.
"Hello?" she all but snapped into the receiver. She hadn't even bothered looking at the caller ID.
"Jules? That's no way to talk to a fellow officer..."
"Consultant, Shawn."
"Right, same thing, so.. wanna grab lunch?"
She groaned, he couldn't be serious. "No, Shawn, I do not want to grab lunch."
"What? Did you inherit Lassie's grouch?"
"No! I'm.. perfectly.. um, fine. Hold on!" She held the phone away from her ear on the way to the kitchen, shoving the ice cream back in her freezer.
"Fine girls don't need oatmeal raisin cookie dough," he said matter of factly.
She dropped the phone.
--
"Thanks for coming, Jules. Gus had a date, can you believe that?"
She nodded numbly, dropping into the seat opposite his.
"You look.. good."
"No I don't," she insisted, sweeping some potentially greasy hair out of her eye before picking up her menu.
"You didn't have to come out here. I mean, I would have come over." It was one of Shawn's rare, serious moments, and she offered him a brave smile.
"I couldn't let you get stood up."
He grinned, and she grinned, and they each ordered a Cosmo at the same time.
--
Later that night, there's a knock at the door. She's tempted to pretend she's asleep.
"I know you're awake, Juliet! You can't fool a psychic!"
She sighs, and goes to open the door. "Hey, Shawn."
"Here," he says, shoving a tub of oatmeal raisin ice cream at her. "I thought you might need a refill."
Her smile is a little stronger now as she steps aside to let him in, going to get spoons...
"Oh, the Golden Girls! Good choice," Shawn comments, flopping on her couch.
"I wasn't paying attention," she admits sheepishly, settling against his side and offering him a spoon.
"Don't mind if I do."
"I don't mind either."
And there they sit, tub of Annie's between them; the only light in the apartment the flickering of the TV and the only sounds Betty White's rambling of 'Back in Olaf...'
--
Carlton would come back, but until then.... well, until then, they would manage.
Muse: Junior Detective Juliet O'Hara
Fandom: Psych
Word Count: 447
Shawn used is dial_a_psychic, with permission!