A/N: Okay, so since I keep frustrating myself with never managing to complete my chaptered fic, I try to make up challenges for myself to get inspired. This challenge was mainly about writing in the present tense, which I rarely do.
Set somewhere in the three weeks (closer to the first couple) between 2x07 and 2x08. Andy comes to Sam and he is there for her.
Enjoy, hope you like it =D Let me know if you want!
Suggestions for improvement are always welcome!
Disclaimer: I do not own Rookie Blue in any way, shape or form
Not Yet
"Hey." She says quietly, she is uncertain, apprehensive.
"Hey." He half smiles not knowing what to do; what to say; why she has come.
They stand there, eyes all over the place, stealing glances. As eyes meet, small smiles are shared before they both avert their gaze.
"So, uh… You're staying at Nash's right?" He asks finally daring to let his eyes rest on her face for more than a quick second.
"Yeah." She looks at him. Their eyes meet. They look away.
"How is it?" He is shifting his weight from one leg to the other, folding and unfolding his arms.
"It's okay…"She says with the slightest frown, her right hand tracing patterns on her left arm.
"How are you?" He looks at her again.
"I'm fine." She tells him, shrugging; eyes downturned.
He brings his hand up, barely touching her face with the tips of his fingers. Her gaze travels upwards coming to a rest on his chest.
"How are you?" He asks again, finger tips still barely touching her jaw.
"I'm tired." She mumbles her voice too thick to speak properly.
His hand moves from her jaw, down to rest on her shoulder. The other hand hesitantly comes to a rest on her hip and he gradually pulls her towards him, ever so slowly, into his arms.
She sighs heavily as she stands there, pressed against his strong body, safe in his strong embrace, her arms hanging limply by her sides.
"You're here when it matters." She feels his cheek muscles tighten on top of her head as his lips turns into a small smile at her words.
"I am."
"It gets better right?" She asks, her words muffled by his shirt.
He stays silent, pulling her closer.
Her arms snakes their way around his waist.
They stand like that in a silent embrace, his chin resting on top of her head.
Then he lets go.
She does the same.
Their eyes meet and he smiles awkwardly.
So does she.
"I should get back to Traci's and get some sleep."
She turns around and walks down the steps.
He doesn't grab her arm.
He doesn't tell her to wait.
She doesn't look back.
He knows she isn't ready yet.
She knows she needs time.
Not yet.
But soon.
THE END