A/N ~ First upload on this site so apologies if formatting (or anything else) is a disaster! I was obsessed with the look Sam gave Andy at the end of 2x13 and I've watched it millions of times, picking it apart. This is my interpretation of what they each were thinking. Enjoy! Review?
I do not own Rookie Blue or it's characters! If I did there would not be 13 episodes and most of the men would be shirtless more often.
Standing outside the Pickering farmhouse, Andy stared intently at the door. The feeling of immobilizing guilt had dissipated, only to be replaced with apprehension as her colleagues began emerging from the house. She was in a daze, completely clouded by the last 24 hours of emotions exploding at once within her.
Yet, as Brennan was escorted past her the loathing she felt for him momentarily pushed all other thoughts from her mind. She subconsciously rolled her eyes, fighting the urge to punch him in the face, at his smug recognition of her in uniform.
Had the situation been different perhaps she would have said something. She could have screamed at him, threatened him, beating him within an inch of his life for whatever he had done to the man she loved.
As it were, her thoughts snapped immediately back to the man still in that house – the man she put in danger, the man who only days before was holding her and kissing her, the man she loved with everything she had. A man who could, for all she knew, be dead. And all she could do was stand and wait. To see if he was alive, then to see if he hated her, resented her, regretted it all…
The breath she finally let out when he emerged, hitched as he stopped in front of her, his eyes searching her own.
Sam.
Beaten. Bruised. Exhausted. Alive.
And for a split second of clarity Andy McNally had never had, void of the nattering voices of doubt and insecurities, she realized that if she had to, she would accept him despising her. All that truly mattered was that he was alive and breathing and THERE.
That moment was fleeting however, her level-headedness was waning and she selfishly wanted to wrap her arms around him and never let go. So, although relief continued to flood her body it gave way to another emotion: fear.
Fear he blamed her, and regretted everything that led them to that moment... fear that facing death was something his 2 year crush could not overcome... fear that he never had and never would feel the same about her... fear that nothing would ever be normal again. Fear that though he had survived, she had lost him...