Hey guys. This was written in five minutes out of horrific pain from the finale. I cannot believe she stayed with Luke. I cannot believe she didn't tell Sam how she felt. I CANNOT BELIEVE IT!
Anyways, hope you enjoy it. Please review, even though it's a bit depressing. Poor Sam...I am so sad for him right now, it's not even funny. Their just characters though...I have to keep reminding myself that.
This will be a two-shot, with Andy's POV next. Stupid girl. So, so stupid. This will be the first of many, many fics for the last two episodes. Enjoy! xx
"See, you don't have to fake it anymore."
He had given her an opportunity. Hell, he had given her many opportunities. Opportunities to tell him how she felt. Opportunities to show him how she felt.
Because he knew that deep down inside, Andy McNally had feelings for him. He had seen it in her glances, heard it in her speech, felt it in her touch.
Or maybe it just had been wishful thinking. Maybe he loved her so much, he imagined she loved him too. Because watching her with him, smiling and talking, he realized that it was Callaghan she loved, not him. It had always been Callaghan. It had never been him.
He had given her an opportunity. She had thought he had been killed. If the situation had been reversed, he knew that he would have told her how he felt, how he really felt, regardless of her relationship with Callaghan.
But there had been nothing, no hug, not even a friendly touch on the arm. She had kept her distance, even though she thought he had died.
He threw the beer bottle against the door, too angry to finish drinking.
Her lack of contact had only solidified his heartbreak. He had given her an opportunity, and she hadn't taken it. She had made her choice.
And it was Luke Callaghan.
The thought tore him in half. He felt like his heart had been ripped out, and Andy McNally was stabbing it repeatedly. It was like he was clawing for air, but couldn't make his lungs work.
He almost wished he had been shot, almost wished he had been the one dead at the scene, because death had to be better than the excruciating, horrifying, blinding pain he was in now.
And maybe if he had died, she would have finally admitted to herself that he was the one for her.
But no...no, he couldn't think that anymore. Because even if she was the one for him, which she was, he wasn't the one for her. He never would be.
But then again, when they had been undercover, and she had been talking about knowing he was the one, and how she couldn't resist...
He told himself it had just been acting, just a good undercover cop doing her job. But there was no way she could have faked that. Because when he had kissed her, he had shown her that he loved her, and always would, even if something happened to them that night. And the way she had touched his cheek, and leaned her forehead against his, and held his hand - had to mean something. Had to meant she felt something.
Right?
He didn't know what to do. Could he go on living day after day with the knowledge that he would only ever be her friend?
Yes, because even now, after all she had put him through, he couldn't imagine a life without her.
He was in love with Andy McNally. He would always be in love with Andy McNally. He would never be happy with someone else.
He would die a brokenhearted man, because Andy was the one for him. And he would wait for her, even if it was forever.
He would keep giving her opportunities, because he loved her.
If only she loved him.
If only.