Author's note: I am not exactly sure how this works, but I thought I would take a crack at it. I have an idea that I don't think anyone has posted so far so if you have and I just missed it, I am sorry. This is my first fanfiction, so be warned.

This takes place during the season finale (3x13).

"I wish I was more like you."

After all that I have done. All the mistakes that I have made that could have easily led to either one of us being killed; he says he wants to be more like me? What is he talking about? He stands there, staring at me, confusing me so much with one little sentence. One sentence, followed by a tiny pause that is filled with an unreadable little smile. Why is he smiling? And then it fades, into something else, a very serious something else.

"I wish you were in my head. I wish you could read my mind."

He just gets more and more confusing. How did we ever work together? I can't even understand what he is trying to say. Maybe it's the stress of holding a bomb; being in this situation at all that is making it hard to comprehend, but I know it's not that at all. The whole time we were together we both held back. Him more than me; at least that is what I have concluded anyways. We were never completely into it. I wanted to be, but sometimes you don't realize that you weren't trying your hardest until it's too late.

"What are you talking about?"

Finally I look over. Maybe his face will give me some hint as to what is taking place right now. He looks terrified. Why? Because of the dangerous situation we are in right now? He didn't have to stay, I told him to leave. I asked the question out loud right? He is just staring, what is with all of these pauses? Neither of us knows how much longer we have. We may not make it out of here alive. I turn more to look him straight in the face, eyebrows creasing just the slightest bit more, signifying that I am waiting for his answer. His breathing is shallow…loud. He's nervous.

"I love you Andy. I do."

A flash of a small smile graces his face accompanied by the quietest little hint of a chuckle. I should be happy right? That is what I have been waiting for, isn't it? Maybe I am a little relieved, but it is masked with disappointment. Why now? Why couldn't he say it earlier? Maybe when we were still together; before he had the indecency to leave me in the cold rain, when both are hearts were aching already.

"Sam…I'm holding a bomb."

"So am I."

Well at least his actions supported his words after my stating of the obvious. He wants to be there. He wants to be the comfort that I need. He's trying.

"Andy…What I said to you…"

There it is again. The pause. If he wants to say something, he should just say it. You don't pause unless you have to think about what you are saying. And the thinking, doesn't that mean you're unsure if it is what you mean? It's not concrete in his mind; or maybe it is. I might never know because he struggles with expression. Expressions using words or his face; it is so unreadable most of the time that I have no clue what he is actually feeling. So I decide to help him out. If he doesn't want this, I'll give him an out.

"It's okay. Heat of the moment. I get it."

"No. I meant it. It's true…."

Finally. He has decided to fight for what we had. Maybe he does want it…this… us. Maybe we can work our way back to what we had before everything fell apart. Maybe those pieces can be picked up and reassembled.

"I love you."

Author's note: Well although I truly did love the ending of the season, purely because it adds for so much more dimension within their relationship. I was unhappy with it as well. I was watching it again and when Sam made the joke in the locker room I couldn't help but wonder what would have happened if he had just said I love you again so… I thought I would try it out, purely for my entertainment.