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Spoilers through Psy vs. Psy

One Rule

She had one rule. Sure, she'd told Shawn she needed a guy who could bowl, but that wasn't exactly true. It was a lie used to be flirty and she knew it when she said it. In reality, she only had one rule that she dated or died by.

It didn't matter if the guy was every kind of scum on the planet, if they clicked and he didn't break this rule, he was in. Granted, the kind of man who could be every kind of scum probably wouldn't click with a police detective, so she felt pretty confident with her one rule, plus it had done pretty well so far at weeding out the undesirables. And a few desirables, she was loath to admit.

Like Special Agent Ewing, who had done it at their very first meeting. She'd smiled and continued to flirt because she knew he'd be gone by the end of the week and because there was really no way to ignore that much … wow. But he was out, there was no coming back from breaking the rule.

She was actually kind of shocked that Shawn had yet to break it. When she met him she knew he was trouble. She'd given over her name willingly, assuming that the moment he heard it he would begin waxing poetic and the rule would take effect, preventing her from dating him. But he didn't. He made her laugh and wowed her and ended up becoming an important part of her life. And still, after all this time, he had yet to break the rule.

She assumed it was because he saw it as cliché, a cheap trick used by countless of young men and probably overused on her in particular. Or, more likely since this was Shawn, he just didn't care to memorize anything so dull for the sake of picking up a girl.

And that was why she was shocked when she walked into the Psych office to hear Shawn and Gus arguing.

"The problem is you broke the TV, Shawn!" Gus snapped.

Juliet paused in the lobby, deciding it was best not to come between the two friends during an argument.

"The repair guy will be here in a few hours," Shawn said serenely. "Chill."

"Chill? How am I supposed to chill when I'm missing one of the greatest movies of all time, Shawn?"

"Seriously, dude? This is not one of the greatest movies of all time. It's not even the greatest adaptation of this particular play of all time. And you can still see everything. Just recite the dialogue from memory."

There was a moment of silence and Juliet had to bite back a laugh as she imagined the glare Gus was giving Shawn.

"Fine," Shawn sighed and she heard what she assumed was a magazine being flipped shut.

Then, in a ridiculously high-pitched voice, Shawn said, "'O, think'st thou we shall ever meet again?'" His voice shifted to a pitch that reminded her of her preadolescent nephews, "'I doubt it not; and all these woes shall serve for sweet discourses in our times to come.'"

"Shawn," Gus said dryly, cutting him off, "Leonardo DiCaprio does not sound like that."

"I'm letting the characters have their own voice."


"Fine," Shawn muttered and took up the dialogue once more.

Juliet stood for a moment, listening as that other Juliet said goodbye to her Romeo. She knew the play, had been forced to perform in it once in middle school when the drama teacher thought it was fate to have a Juliet in the class. So she knew this was the play, her play. And Shawn was quoting it word for word. So why hadn't he ever done it to her? Why hadn't he ever tried to sweep her off her feet by quoting Shakespeare to her like dozens of guys before him? Why hadn't he just broken the rule already?

Because, she decided as she entered the office and took a seat beside Gus on the couch, settling down to watch Shawn reenact the one piece of literature she hated more than any other, Shawn Spencer was better than any rule.

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