Hello, readers this is an experiment that was inspired by Adele's "25," it will take a glimpse into Sharon's life, and how two of the men she chose to love, changed her life for the good and the bad.

As usual, I don't own these amazing characters, I am just taking them on a ride! They will be returned to the Duffster! The lyrics rightfully belong to Adele and her cowriters.

The story will be told in no particular order. My muse wanted me to tell in that order which she saw fit, and since she's boss, I listened!

Slightly AU for various reasons, that will reveal themselves as you read.

Set in the past, present, and the future!

All mistakes are my own.

Enjoy!

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/"Come whatever I'll be the shelter that won't let the rain come through."-Remedy/

The day Andy called me, sobbing revealing his wife was killed in auto accident by a drink driver, I knew his sobriety was going to be tested. He tries to remain strong around Nicole and Nicholas, but when we are alone, I see the affliction written all over his being. He tries to shut me out. We argue more now. I think he wants to push me away and I will not allow him to do so. He starts unnecessary fights and I know it's just the grief talking, but tonight he took it too far.

"Why are you here?" He growls as I stand in front of him in the kitchen.

"Because I love you, Andy and I want to be here for you." I respond trying to not show my pain.

"No, you're here trying to control me like always!" He shouts, loudly enough to make me take a few steps back.

"You know what Andy, I'm going to leave. I will also pretend that grief just made you say the most disrespectful thing you've ever said to me." I say walking past him to retrieve my things trying to fight back tears.

"Great, run away like you always do when things aren't going your way!" He shouts as I turn to look at him.

"Goodnight, Andy." I say as I turn my face quickly so he can't see the tears beginning to fall. Opening the door quickly, but before I walk out, I turn to look at him, and he as a look of discernment and disruption written on his face. Closing the door behind myself, I walk to my car and sit there for a beat.

That was 20 minutes ago and we both need space and I am willing to give it to him, but something doesn't feel right about the way the argument ended. Sticking my key in the door, I can hear him crying. I walk into the kitchen he isn't there. Heading for the bedroom and bathroom, he isn't there. As I reach the end of the hall, I near his office, the door is cracked and I can see he is sitting on the floor with his back against the wall, cradling a picture of Amelia to his chest and a bottle of Johnny Walker sitting next to him, open. Slowly, I walk into the room, and whisper, "Andy?" He looks up with his eyes red from the tears, and breathes, "I thought you left." I shake my head no and sit down next to him and slide the bottle of Johnny away from him. Before I can even ask, he rasps, "I didn't drink it. But I would be lying if I said I didn't put it to my mouth, more than once." Rubbing his arm, I say, "I'm proud of you for not doing it. But why do you even have it?" He pulls the picture of Amelia from his chest and looks at it and reveals, "It was Amelia's reminder of the crappy husband I was. She kept it in her kitchen. She once told me, it kept her from drinking, because of what it did to our marriage and children." I can't help but sigh. "She was a wonderful wife and an amazing mother. She only kept the kids from me because she thought it was best for them, until I showed her I was willing to put in the work to get better." He reveals as I watch a few tears fall onto the picture. Nicole is the spitting image of Amelia, except Amelia had blonde hair. "She sounds like a great person." I whisper as he lays his head on my shoulder. "She was." He simply states as more tears begin to fall. Silence has taken over the room as I trace patterns along his back and place gentle kisses atop of his head. "Sharon, I'm sorry." He breathes. "For what?" I inquire as he sits up and gazes into my eyes. "You have been dealing with me grieving over my ex-wife for over two weeks now." He says. I nod yes. "It doesn't bother you, that I'm crying over my first love?" He inquires. "Andy, if you weren't grieving her, I would have to question if you were the man I thought you were. It is perfectly natural to grieve someone you used to be in love with. I'm sure you still have love in your heart for her for being the mother of your two amazing children and you will always have a tiny space in your heart for your first love, because they taught you so many lessons." I say as I see a small smile creep on his face. "I love you, Sharon." He says before pressing a light kiss to my lips. "I love you, too." I say wiping a few stranded tears from his cheeks. "Andy, just know whatever the storm called 'life' throws at you, I will be there to protect and help you, just like I know you will for me." I say as I stand up and pick up the bottle of offending liquid. "You have my word." Andy says following behind me. Walking to the kitchen, I ask, "Would you like to do the honors?" He pulls me into a side hug and says, "We can do it together. We both beat this demon." Reaching the sink, we both pour the brown liquid down the drain.

"Just look and you will see

That I will be your remedy"