Welcome to my AU Rookie Blue story "Clean Slate". I have twenty different RB stories that I just started publishing today, so feel free to check those out as well. I'll do my best to update each story regularly. I was pretty nervous about publishing them in the first place, so if you like what you read, please leave some constructive criticism and that might encourage me to get the remaining stories and chapters up faster. Hope you enjoy this one! Thanks for reading J

Andy struggled to open her eyes. Her whole head felt heavy, her throat raw, and every inch of her hurt like hell. She must have had too much to drink last night. Hearing the constant beeping to her right, she sought to reach out and turn off her alarm, but even her arms felt too heavy to lift. Cracking her eyes open a little more she was met with bright lights and white walls. Glancing to her right she saw a machine showing her heart rate. She blinked hard. Why was she in the hospital?

A noise to her left had her eyes flicking in that direction. A man with dark hair and warm brown eyes sat in a chair beside the bed, one arm on her bed, his hand linked with hers. His eyes widened and for a moment it looked like he was going to break down, but seconds later, a smile graced his face. "You're awake."

She stared at him for a long moment, unconsciously looking him over before her eyes took in the rest of the room. That done, she looked back at him, confusion written all over her face. "Sam," she croaked. "What happened?"

His face fell and he cast his eyes downward. "I'm so sorry Andy," he said, his voice cracking as his mind went back to the night before. "I… I didn't see him until he fired."

"Did we get them?" Andy asked.

He stared at her for a long moment before nodding.

"Good," she said, squeezing his hand slightly. She took a sharp breath, grimacing slightly. "Are you okay?"

Sam's mouth fell open slightly. Was she seriously asking him that? She'd been shot twice: once in the vest and once in the back of the head. Somehow, by some miracle or something, she'd survived. Physically, he'd come out of the situation unscathed, but psychologically and emotionally, he was wrecked. Snapping out of it, he hit the buzzer for the nurse to come, thankful when seconds later a woman entered the room.

"Welcome back Miss McNally," the nurse said, smiling brightly. She hit the buzzer again and requested the doctor's presence.

Moments later, a man entered the room. "My name is Dr. Nyman."

Andy stared at him through slightly blurred vision.

"Do you understand what I'm saying?" Dr. Nyman asked.

Andy glanced at Sam then back to Dr. Nyman. "Yes."

"Do you know why you're here?" Dr. Nyman asked slowly. "Do you remember?"

Andy started to nod, but the movement caused a sharp pain in her head. Squeezing her eyes shut for a second, she took a few deep breaths in an attempt to ease the nausea. When she opened her eyes again, she said, "We responded to a call… We were in the basement of a building and it was really dark. I don't know what exactly happened though. I remember hearing something and turning, but I… I don't know."

"So you remember going to the building and being at the building?" Dr. Nyman asked.

"Yeah."

"And you remember this man's name?" The doctor gestured to Sam.

"Of course," Andy said, frowning. "He's my partner."

"How's the pain?"

Before she could respond, Tommy McNally came bursting through the doorway. "Sweetie, you're awake."

Andy's eyes snapped to the older gentleman, then looked to Sam questioningly. As the man approached her and held his arms out, Andy's grip on Sam's hand tightened.

He studied her closely for a moment before turning to look at Tommy. When his eyes flicked back to her, they widened. "Tommy, can you wait out in the hall please?" Sam asked, rising and holding his other hand up to stop Tommy's advance.

"Excuse me?" Tommy said in disbelief.

"Tommy, stop for a second and look at her closely," Sam warned.

After a hesitant moment, Tommy studied Andy. "I don't understand," he said after a long moment, his face crumpling slightly. He'd caught Sam's drift, but he couldn't understand it. "But she knows you?"

Sam nodded hesitantly.

Andy was looking from one man to the other, confusion and a hint of fear filling her.

It was only the sound of her heartbeat increasing slightly that snapped Sam out of his current conversation. He turned back to her, casting a quick glance at the doctor, before taking a deep breath and saying, "McNally, do you remember what happened before the building?"

She frowned. "We went for lunch at the diner."

Sam nodded. "What did you do the night before?"

Andy stared at him for a long moment, trying to remember but she was drawing blanks. "I…" she fell silent, tilting her head slightly as she thought.

"Or what happened on the previous shift?" Sam asked slowly.

Again, she looked at him blankly.

Sam rubbed his face with his free hand, cursing softly. Looking at the doctor, he said, "Has anyone been able to reach Luke Callaghan yet?"

"Who's Luke?" Andy asked.

Sam froze. The doctor gave him a small nod. He turned back to Andy, struggling to keep a neutral expression. "Luke Callaghan is your fiancé."

A smile started to breakout on her face and she could feel the laughter about to bubble over, but the seriousness on Sam's face killed both. "No," she said, shaking her head but instantly regretting it as it sent another wave of nausea and pain through her. "That doesn't make any sense."

"Why?" Sam pressed.

Andy stared at his face for a long moment before looking down at their hands, which were still together. When her eyes returned to his face, he looked surprised. Instead of trying to answer something she still couldn't work out in her head, she looked passed Sam and said, "Who is he?"

"That's your dad," Sam said quietly.

Her breathing became sharp as the panic rose within her.

Sam hesitated, releasing her hand so he could cup her face on either side, gently turning her face towards him. "McNally, just breathe okay? We'll figure this out. Just focus on taking deep breaths and we'll work through this one step at a time." He could tell she was listening to him, even if she wasn't obeying. In a slightly harsher tone, one the rookies knew as his training officer voice, he said, "Breathe in." He nodded encouragingly as she inhaled. "Now breathe out." When she exhaled, he felt a small bit of relief wash through him. "In and out," he said slowly, repeating it several times until her breathing started to regulate. "Good," he said, giving her a small smile as she leaned back against the pillows. He looked over to the doctor who immediately stepped forward, looking a little guilty.

"Miss McNally, I know this is confusing and it's really difficult, but I need to understand what we're dealing with… I need you to think back beyond the day of the accident and tell me if there are perhaps days you can't remember."

She swallowed hard. As tears pricked her eyes, she turned her head to the left. "Sam?" she breathed, her voice shaking as tears streamed down her face. Her heart rate started to skyrocket.

He cautiously stepped forward and gently took her in his arms, being careful not to disturb any of the wires or tubes, or touch any of her injuries. Even with her face buried in his shirt, he could tell she was crying. "Shhhh," he said softly, running a hand up and down her back in a soothing manner. The doctor signaled for him to try asking. With a reluctant nod, he lowered his head slightly and breathed the question into her hair as his arms wrapped around her in a protective manner. "How much do you remember before that day?"

She stiffened at his question. "Nothing," she breathed.