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An Andy fic, with elements of Sam.
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Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Rookie Blue.
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A/N: This is what I think that Andy might have been thinking after she shot the pedophile.
Thanks for the reviews on my last story ... writing is the only thing that's keeping me from breaking down right now.
I hope you guys like this one.
As always, please read and review, I live for feedback.
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Andy wasn't sure which was louder: her screams, or the gunfire. She didn't want to shoot him ... he was a bad, bad person, but she didn't want to shoot him. She wanted him punished for what he'd done to countless little girls, for shooting Oliver ... but she didn't want to shoot him.
And then he'd pulled a gun - Oliver's gun - on her, and she had no choice.
Her hands remained in the firing position long after he'd fallen to the ground, dead.
Oh, my god, she thought frantically. Oh, my god ... he's dead. He's dead - I just killed him. Oh, god. I can't ... I can't breathe ... oh, my god, what have I done? Though her body didn't move, she was frantic on the inside. Her eyes widened, unblinking, staring down at the man who's chest was now riddled with bullet holes.
In and out, quick and short, the breaths went through her nose. It was the only thing that she could do, and it took all of her strength. There was nothing left to get a handle on herself, or her rampant thoughts.
Somewhere, in the back of her mind, she knew that this was a reality of the job. It was why she carried a gun in the first place. Until now, though. she'd hadn't used it. She should have, Sam told her that ... but she hadn't.
Oh, god ... I can't breathe ...
She tried to calm herself down, but all she could do was stand there freaking out.
She didn't react to the rushed footsteps behind her, nor did she even flinch when a hand touched her shoulder. It was meant to be comforting, reassuring, but she didn't even register the weight against her. She couldn't.
It was the whimpering of the young girl that finally drew her attention. It was so familiar, something that she herself wanted to do, that she turned her head in response. And there was Sam. He'd come to find her, to find them. He'd gotten the girl free, and was holding her. God, Sam ... I can't ... I just can't ...
"It's okay," he whispered.
She couldn't make it out at first, but then eventually his voice began breaking through the din. She clung to it desperately.
"It's okay," he repeated, both to her, and the girl.
Would it be? Would it really be okay? They couldn't know, not then. But his voice, his soft voice, was the only thing that making sense right then.
A rush of oxygen flooded into her lungs, filling her with life again. Her eyes blinked once, twice, focusing on Sam. Just breathe, the voice in her head told her. Just get through this. Get the girl out of hear, one breath at a time.
They would have to deal with the rest later, but for now, one step - one breath - at a time.
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The end.
What did you guys think?
Not much romance in this one, mostly just focused on Andy.
Reviews are appreciated, flame if you must, but constructive criticism is much more useful.
Until next time ...