Title: The Roads We Take
Couple: Sam/Andy
Rating: T, might contain mild language and minor adult themes.
Part: 1 of 30
Pages: 4
Spoilers: All of season 1 and 2.
Disclaimer: hmm let me check all my ownership papers…. Nope rookie blue is not mine!
Summary: The pages of our story might fade, the ink might smear and make the writing hard to read but it's just that, our story. It will forever live on in this book for generations to read in the future. Our love is one of a kind, something nobody but us will ever understand fully, but this book will give them something to hold on to after we're long gone from this word. This is the epic love of McNally and Swarek.
Authors Note 1: Well here is the much promised new story I'm working on! Everything is outlined, but will take some time to type up because of school work load. Expect one maybe two updates a week for this story! I hope you all enjoy!
Chapter 1: Prologue
Andy:
Feeling the cold wind whip at my tender skin, I pull my jacket around me tighter. My old brittle bones feeling every ounce of cold, and every small movement I make. The arthritis makes me hurt, and nearly impossible to move during the cold, brutal, Toronto winters.
I divert my eyes away from the swaying trees and up towards the sky watching as it opens up to allow large, soft, snow flakes litter the ground. My water-filled brown eyes meet the dark wood box being held up with machinery until I'm ready for it to be lowered down into the ground, six feet down for the rest of eternity. I quickly move my eyes away from the casket that held the once beautiful life filled body of my husband.
The group of people has slowly dwindled down. Frank and Noelle left along with their two sons and daughter who were grown with families to tend to. After trying IVF, the couple was unable to have a child so they adopted their three children and have always been grateful to at least have children. I can't remember a time Frank and Noelle didn't have their children with them. Those kids were their life, as was their grandchild now. The Best clan was a beautifully unique family.
After watching the Best family leave soon after laying roses on the casket covered in a Toronto flag, I turn my gaze towards the group of people who were my fellow rookies. Dov and Gail got married first out of all of us, and now had a single son who was in law school, following the dream Dov gave up after his brother's suicide.
Chris married a nice female cop out of the 27th division named Elizabeth. I remembered her from the academy. She and Chris always had a connection unlike anything I have ever found until I met my husband. After meeting up again at the Black Penny, they took things slow and were the last to marry. The Diaz family has three incredibly beautiful girls all of which became cops and married cops, keeping the family tradition alive. They also had a son who is married to my only daughter. There are four grandchildren already and the oldest daughter was due any moment with her second son.
I see the Diaz family starting to make movements to leave and I sigh. I knew this day was coming, I just accepted I would go first not my strong husband who had always been there for me. His death was unexpected and I've never been the same since. I was just counting the days until I would once again be in his arms, up in the sky over looking our family and friends.
Breaking my gaze at the now snow covered ground, I see Jerry hugging Traci. Those two had a tumultuous relationship but eventually pulled it together. Jerry adopted Leo and the family would go on to add a little girl to the bunch a few years into their marriage. The little girl was my goddaughter, and I loved her as if she was my own blood.
Traci comes over and hugs me. I try to give her smile and my goddaughter, Michelle, gives me a big hug as they leave the funeral ready to go home and warm up. As I watch the small family leave, my eyes land on two familiar headstones. Just a few years ago, Zoey Shaw gave into a brain tumor, leaving her three daughters without a mom and Oliver without his other half. Oliver never was the same after that.
The second headstone was placed next to Zoey's a few months ago. Oliver joined his wife once again, after six years of being apart. I see the Shaw girls and their families standing at their parent's graves. I wish I could go over and hug them but even standing would take a few moments and by that time the moment would be gone.
My eyes turn away from the Shaw girls and lands back on the dark colored casket. The tears haven't stopped since he passed away. He was my everything, my life, my world. I didn't know how I was going to live without him. I knew it wouldn't be long before I rejoined my husband; we never were able to be apart for very long.
I feel a hand land on my shoulder softly and look up into the dark brown eyes of my oldest son, Junior. His wife Natalie was the youngest Shaw daughter. They married a few years ago and have two daughters, who were in their early teens now. Both Junior and Natalie are cops working out of the 15th division rising up fast in the ranks of police work.
Behind Junior was his twin brother Gabriel, who was unmarried and detective for the 17th division. He was a replica of his father is every single way. My youngest son, Jacob, was standing with Gabriel. Jacob had his arm wrapped tightly around his wife, Kristen and their son. Jacob was a doctor and Kristen was a stay at home mom.
I break my train of thoughts looking for my only daughter. I see her walking around the rows of chairs and comes to sit down next to me. She wraps her arms around me and I feel her crying. Isabella, Bell for short, was very close to her father, probably the closest out of all our children. I knew she would come to depend on Matt, her husband, along with being Chris and Elizabeth's youngest son, until she was over grieving for the loss of her father. Matt was standing off to the side trying to entertain the couple's two sons and two daughters. Something I remember hearing Isabella say not to long ago reminded her of the childhood she had. My husband was always very doting on his children, play dates out in freshly fallen snow, hockey matches and cheering on Bell at her soccer games were some of his favorite pass-times with the children. Those were moments we would never get back, long gone, but far from being forgotten, they were forever ingrained in my memory.
Junior's voice breaks into my sorrow induced coma,
"Mom, we should get you back the home. It's getting cold, and you need to rest this day has been long and hard."
I nod unable to find words for my son. I take one last look at the casket and glance at the head stone sitting at the top of the hole the casket was to be lowered into.
Sam Swarek
Son, Brother, Father, Friend, Husband, Cop
Say not in grief: "He is no more", but live in thankfulness that he was
-Hebrew Proverb
I rub my hand down my jacket and feel it land on something leathery. Looking down I see a leather bound book. I smile and rub my hand over the worn cover. This book would keep my company until it was my time to return to Sam's side. The book held all our precious memories, it was our story and once I passed on it would be given to our children who would keep Sam and I's love strong, keep it alive. It was our story, and it would forever live on in our children.
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Authors note 2: This chapter is really short because I just wanted to get in some background information before I really start the story. This will be fairly happy story, but as you can tell from this chapter death will be a part of the story, but it's a natural part of life. Most of the story will be told through multiple points of view all of which will be the Swarek children's.
Author's note 3: Up next is the first chapter which will explain a heck of a lot more than this did, so hang in there!
Author's note 4: Please review, they really do help me write these chapters faster. I'm more motivated and it keeps writers block away for me! I hope to get some great feedback from my readers so I'll know if I should continue this story.