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A Sam/Andy fic.
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Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Rookie Blue.
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A/N: Alright, I actually got the idea for this while I was proofreading my last fic.
Go figure.
Anywhoo, I hope you guys like this one, I know I'll love writing it.
As always, please read and review, I live for feedback!
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Disregard. How could such a casual word mean so much?
When said in the appropriate context of their jobs, it just meant: 'forget my last statement, things changed'. Pretty simplistic. But the word took on a whole new meaning in their relationship.
The near-kiss in the parking lot? Disregard. The flirtation that happened when he was helping her fix Marie's pipes? Disregard. The almost-sex that occurred in his bedroom, during the blackout? Disregard. The way he tried to ignore her afterwards, only to apologize later? Disregard. The little smirk on his face when he discovered that she'd ended her relationship with Luke at his cabin ... disregard.
And so many more since then. A lingering touch, a heated glance, a secret smile ... disregard. A ride home, a walk up to her apartment, an invite in for drinks ... disregard. The way that the offer to stay the night was up in the air, if only one of them would make the first move ... disregard. Every moment since then that bordered on the edge of 'inappropriate relations' ... pretty much a disregard.
It happened, but they weren't talking about it. They had grown closer than any rookie/training officer had or should, but it wasn't something that needed to be dwelled up, or even discussed.
Discussing things led to over thinking things, and arguing about things, and winding up wrecking things. It might not be the most healthy way to pursue their relationship, but it was better than giving up their partnership.
So many things that happened between them were disregarded. Not in the moments that they happened. No, they allowed themselves the moments, enjoying the escape from reality when it happened. He would touch her - to pull her hair out of her face, or brush his hand across her cheek, or even to take her hand in his - and she would smile. For that small amount of time, that tiny window of opportunity, they were together.
But then the radio would buzz, or a car would honk, and he would pull his hand back. Disregard. Their feelings - the spoken ones - never left those moments. They stayed trapped inside, waiting to be let free again.
They knew that one day - eventually - a time would come when they wouldn't have to disregard every feeling for each other that they felt. They wouldn't have to hide their emotions, and pretend as though nothing was there. They could be together eventually, and that was worth waiting for.
But until then? ... Disregard.
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The end.
Another short one. I try to do them longer, but they come and go.
Well, what did you guys think? Like it, hate it?
Reviews are appreciated, flame if you must, but constructive criticism is much more useful.
Until next time ...!