Hey guys! I'm back with my second Rookie Blue fanfic - a two-shot this time! So, I'm kind of obsessed with playing out the whole Andy-Sam-Marlo love triangle and I came up with this little gem while trying to sleep one night. (The same that way that I come up with every other fic that I've ever wrote.) Oh, there's a lot of previous episode references and season 5 references throughout this fic, so keep an eye out for them!
So, enjoy~
P.S: Congratulations to Missy Peregrym and Zachary Levi on their wedding! :D #RookieBlue #Chuck (They're so cute together!)
P.P.S: I didn't really proofread this, so I apologize in advance for any grammatical mistakes throughout this story.
Disclaimer: I do not own Rookie Blue nor any of the characters. If I did, I would probably play out the love triangle even more. Maybe even a love pentagon... Luke-Nick-Andy-Sam-Marlo. That would be awesome.
There's a jump in her step and a new found twinkle in her eyes as she walks along the busy hallways of the hospital to a certain dark-haired detective. She smiles at the nurses sitting at the front desk and the patients that pass by as she turns the corner. She looks through the window of Sam's room and watches him as he laughs at something someone says. That brings a smile to her face as she takes another step, revealing his visitor. Her face falls – it's Marlo.
She just stands there watching as they laugh together, her hands full with food and some of his belongings.
Marlo's hand is covering his as her thumb traces small circles on the back of his hand. She laughs at something he says and it seems like a wave of happiness rolls off of Sam as he watches Marlo laugh. Jealousy overcomes her. It's not like she has any right to be jealous. Technically, Marlo and Sam aren't broken up and technically, she and Sam aren't together. Even after their little talk when he woke up.
She can't help, but recall that moment when he woke up. The relief that she felt.
"I don't wanna be sad anymore…"
She'd punched the air internally when he had said that to her. She had moved even closer to him and raked her fingers through his hair and he had soon fallen asleep. She stayed next to his beside the next time he woke up. He had told her to go home, to get some rest. She had reluctantly obliged, but not before kissing his forehead. When he had hummed appreciatively, all her worries and problems that had accumulated these past few days that drifted away. She had felt at peace; happy, - something that she hadn't felt for a long time - if only for a moment.
Andy felt someone nudge her, snapping her out of her reverie. She looked at the figure beside her and gave him a smile.
"Hey, Oliver."
"What are you doing just standing here?"
Andy gave a weak smile as she nodded towards Sam's window. Oliver looked closer and saw what she was seeing.
"I'm sure it means nothing," he encouraged.
Andy just shook her head and proceeded to hand over the things that she had been carrying to Oliver.
"Can you give this to him? Just some food and clothes and stuff."
"McNally…"
"It's fine, Oliver. Don't worry, I brought something for you too." She handed over the last plastic bag. "Just tell him that my dad called and I had to help him out with something."
Oliver gave her a sympathetic smile and reassured her, "Just don't do anything stupid okay? You and Sam are meant to be together and I know that he wants to be with you. Probably even more than you want to be with him."
Andy just gave Oliver a nod and walked off. Oliver gave a sigh as he watched her turn the corner and vowed that he would slap Sam upside the head once they were alone.
"Hey," Sam greeted as he saw Oliver walk through the door to his room.
"Hey, Marlo. Sammy, how you feeling?" Oliver set the things that Andy had given to him on the small table attached to the hospital bed and turned it to face Sam.
Marlo nodded at Oliver's presence while Sammy replied with a firm, "Better."
"What's all this?" Sam let go of Marlo's hand and rummaged through the duffel bag and its contents. A few pairs of jeans, some underwear and socks, a pair of sneakers, his favorite shirt, an old Academy shirt, a Metallica shirt that he had long since forgotten, a red and a black sweater (respectively), and his phone charger were folded neatly and packed into the black duffel bag.
"McNally gave this to me. She said that her dad needed her for something urgent so she told me to give this to you. This," Oliver picked up a plastic bag that lay next to the duffel bag and plopped onto the chair next to his bed, "is mine."
Sam just laughed at Oliver's actions.
"What?" Oliver questioned. "Andy said she picked this up for me. The other one is yours."
Oliver gave Sam a pointed look before he dug around the bag of food that Andy had gotten for him.
He opened the zipper at the front of the duffel bag and found a copy of Harper Lee's To Kill A Mockingbird. A paper slipped out from underneath the front cover and he laughed.
Boo Adley, huh? I'll give you an A+ for that literary reference. Nice to know you actually read something other than "Moby Dick."
P.S: I'd only go for Boo Adley if he's a Jack Russell-Terrier. I like them; they're cute.
He took out another book that was packed in his duffel bag and he gave a fond smile. Another slip of paper fell from the book's front cover.
…To help you sleep at night. (On the days I'm not there.)
P.S: Who's your white whale now? ;)
Sam set the books on the bedside table and moved to take the brown bag out of the plastic bag. He could feel Oliver's gaze at him from his left and Marlo's at his right.
A green box with a white bow lay rest on top of a bunch of other food; healthy soup and a pumpkin smoothie from the food truck and Andy's amazing homemade cheeseburgers with pickles, fries, and homemade spicy buffalo sauce on the side. Oh God, he missed her cooking. Her too, of course.
Filled with curiosity, he took out the medium-sized box and set the brown paper bag aside.
"It's cold." Sam was confused. Why was it cold?
Oliver paused his devouring of his favorite cheeseburger with no pickles from Ida's and looked up at Sam. He swallowed and took a sip of lemonade before asking, "What?"
"It's cold," Sam repeated.
He looked over at Marlo who seemed equally curious and flipped it open. He outright laughed when he saw what was inside.
A cup of pistachio ice cream with a spoon sticking out of it.
The inside of the box was insolated with one of those shiny silver cooling fabric thingies used to pack some ice cream.
The inside lid contained a note and he plucked it out, closed the lid to the box, and set it aside.
J.D,
Decided you might need a pick-me-up. You know, pistachio is kind of good. I might have to steal some of it from you. Rocky Road is still the best.
I wonder if Ernie the Zamboni driver likes pistachio. :P
Don't let it melt~
- Candace
XOXO ;)
He recalls the morning of when this little event occurred. She had asked him to ask her to stay and he had. Things that been simpler than. Kind of.
"Okay, Sammy. Enjoy your lunch. Celery's waiting for me." Oliver picked up the plastic bag that contained the garbage from his food, held his hospital gown closed, and stood up.
"Thanks, Ollie."
"No problem, brother," Oliver nodded and left the room.
Sam folded the piece of paper and tucked it into one of the books that lay rest on the bedside table and moved the duffel bag onto the floor near where Oliver had previously sat.
He emptied the contents of the brown paper bag carefully onto the small table including the condiments: salt, pepper, and ketchup.
He found another note.
I know how much you hate hospital food. The jello is gross. Yuck.
P.S: You can't live off that gross health diet forever. Have some real food.
He gave a whole-hearted laugh before he dug in.
"I thought you hated spicy food," Marlo chimed in as she watched him slather the inside bun of the cheeseburger with Andy's homemade buffalo sauce.
Sam shook his head and said, "No, I love spicy food. I just hated that jalapeno flavored onion rings." Sam's face contorted into one of disgust as he remembered that moment. She had offered him some of her food at one of their lunches and he had almost thrown up from the disgust.
"What?! Those were good."
"No, they weren't. You have no taste in good food," he mocked her.
Marlo feigned hurt as she dipped her pinky slightly into the sauce and gave it a try. A cough resounded from her and she took the water off his bedside table and drank it.
"That's too spicy. It's terrible too."
Sam scooped up some of the soup and replied, "You've got to be kidding me. Andy's cooking is amazing."
Marlo gave a cough, "Seriously? She made this?"
Sam nodded as he took a bite of his cheeseburger.
They didn't really talk much after that. As he searched his memories, he never once recalled Marlo ever cooking for him. Though, it probably would've been terrible with the way their tastes in food collided.
A/N: Reviews are much appreciated!
A/N: The shiny silver fabric thingy looks something like this: :8000/plu/COM/%EB%A7%A4%EC%9E%A5/%ED%95%B4%ED%83%9C-%EB%B0%94%EB%B0%A4%EB%B0%94-%EB%A9%80%ED%8B%B0_. jpg
A/N: Virtual cookies for those who got my Hawaii Five-0 reference!
A/N: I'm not Canadian, - I'm American (well, Korean-American) - but I am up to date on all the episodes. (Don't ask me how.)