Disclaimer: I don't own The OC or any of its characters, etc.

This is my first attempt at writing an OC fanfic so please be gentle!!

I love Kirsten and Sandy in the show, I think they're great. These are just a number of missing Kandy scenes from the first season, mostly to satisfy my own happiness!! And thanks to being stood up on a Saturday night, I've finally got round to writing them. So enjoy :)

The Girlfriend

Later that night, Sandy found Kirsten in the kitchen. She was stood at the sink, the tap running over a mug that she held in her hand. Her eyes were vacant and her thoughts elsewhere, not paying attention to what she was doing as the water spilled over the brim of the cup and was swallowed down the plughole.

She looked sad, Sandy thought. He knew he was partly to blame. His over-enthusiasm for returning to their old life had left her full of doubt about the present one. The truth was, he was happy. He had everything he had ever wanted here – a beautiful family; a job he loved; good surf every morning. So what if he had to put up with the constant drone of the Newpsies and their silly problems?

He walked over to his wife and turned off the tap, waking Kirsten from her daydream.

"You spoke to your dad?" Sandy asked. He had watched them talking earlier, making peace he hoped.

Kirsten nodded. "I still have my job, if that's what you're asking," she answered.

"Good," Sandy said, running his hand up and down her back.

Kirsten finally looked up at him, her eyebrows raised. "Really?" she asked tentatively.

Sandy rested his hands on Kirsten's hips, spinning her around to face him. "Really," he answered. He brought his hands up to her face. "I get how important your job is to you. I got carried away, I'm sorry."

Kirsten studied him. "Are you happy, Sandy? Honestly?"

"Oh, honey. Yes, I'm happy," Sandy said.

"I know this isn't the life we planned…" Kirsten started, a frown creasing her forehead.

"Kirsten…" Sandy tried to interrupt her.

"I'm not that person any more, Sandy. I don't have those dreams any more, I want different things," Kirsten continued to argue.

"I know. You were right, it was our choice to stay here and I wouldn't change any part of my life," Sandy conceded. "Kirsten, I love you; I love being with you, it doesn't matter where in the country we are. Ok?"

Kirsten nodded. Sandy leant forward and kissed her, tightening his arms around her back.

"I love you," he repeated when their lips broke apart.

"I love you too," Kirsten said, smiling.

"I'm happy," Sandy said.

"I'm happy too," Kirsten said with a small laugh. She leant in towards him, resting her body against his and her head on his shoulder, sighing. "At least I can make someone happy."

"Your dad?" Sandy questioned.

"I'm never going to be enough for him, am I?" Kirsten asked rhetorically.

"He doesn't know how lucky he is," Sandy said softly.

Kirsten straightened up and smiled at him. "You're bias."

"Yeah, I am," Sandy said, drawing her in to his lips again.

Life was working out differently to how they had imagined twenty years ago; but life was good. They stood in kitchen, wrapped up in each other's arms…and Berkeley was a distant dream.