Disclaimer: I don't own Ringer or the characters. *sigh*

A/N: Since apparently my last Ringer fic was a success (yay!) and people wanted to see more Bridget/Andrew and more of the insight into Bridget's head, I'm going to write more. This is basically going to be a collection of oneshots about Bridget's feelings as the show progresses, including feeling for Andrew, Bridget, and Henry (those will be feeling of hate, I promise). I also had so e ideas for scenes that never happened but should've. Anyway, this is just Bridget taking Juliet to her room and then running into Andrew when she heads out again. Pointless, but fun.

I stayed in the bathroom with Juliet for an hour while she cried, letting my own tears soak her hair. I wanted to stay there forever, but I knew I had to get rid of that body before morning. I reasoned that though I would have to leave Juliet I would be able to come back when the body was gone. If it was found then Juliet might never get to see me again.

"You feel better?" I asked.

Juliet hiccupped and looked at me miserably. "I ruined your sweater."

"That's okay, I have hundreds more." I felt guilty that she was worried about my sweater when she was sick to her stomach.

"Okay…" Juliet said. After a minute, she added, "You have somewhere to be, don't you?"

"Sort of." The knot in my stomach tightened. "But I promise I'll come back, and I can bring you something to make you feel better and get some sleep."

Juliet nodded, and after a minute I help her to her feet and led her to what I assumed was her bedroom. She was too worn out to protest much, just staggering along dizzily while I kept her firmly in my arms.

"Thanks." She said. I pulled the covers on top of her. "And thank you for not telling Dad."

"No problem." I sensed something was wrong.

Blinking at me in a scared way, she asked, "Is this…is this because of the baby?"

"What?"

"The baby." She repeated. "Is this some sort of h-hormonal thing that you'll get over? 'Cause I'd like to know…"

I was horrified. "No…no! Juliet, I love you, I just haven't had the time to show it. I'm sorry for any of the things I may have said or done that you were upset by, but I do love you, and so does Andrew. You mean a lot to him."

"Really?" she still seemed unsure.

"Really." I promised. "This isn't even close to pregnant hormone craziness."

"I still think I'm right." She teased.

I shook my head. "You wait, I'll be such a wreck you'll look normal in comparison." I regretted my words as soon as I said them, but she wasn't offended.

"Okay…so?"

"So what?"

She giggled. It was strange to hear that sound coming from Juliet, but it was like she was happier. ""You have somewhere to go?"

"Right." I said. "I'll come back and check on you, but I won't wake you if you're sleeping."

"Okay." Her face was so much younger and smaller looking against the numerous pillows, and I could se she was already drifting to sleep.

Tiptoeing out, I made it to the door when Andrew appeared from nowhere. "Siobhan."

"A-Andrew, I—" What was I supposed to say? I promised Juliet I wouldn't tell on her, and now I couldn't even say I was going to get something for her stomach. "I'm….I'm…"

Instead of accusing me he drew me into a hug. "You were helping Juliet. She came home sick."

I was shocked, but managed a, "Yeah." He had to have woken up when I left.

He kissed my head. "I can't thank you enough, Siobhan, it means so much to Juliet. I think she was a little jealous of you when we got married."

Oh dear. "I realized that maybe I had treated her unfairly and unkindly." I said, hoping he bought it. "You know, I knew someone from a while back that used to be into drugs and alcohol, and she was always in trouble. I don't want Juliet to grow up like that."

"Neither do I." Andrew said. "It's not all your fault though, and at least you're trying to do something. I just tell her, 'it's not a good idea to do that' and then go back to work or the current social event."

He was so sweet. I wondered why Siobhan had started having an affair with Henry in the first place, but it had to be something caused by her. Maybe insecurity had finally started to set in."We're going to fix this, okay?"

"We are." He agreed. Pulling back, he smiled a genuine smile for the first time since I had been there. "I'm so glad you're back, Siobhan."

Then he kissed me. It wasn't like the easily brushed off kiss when I first saw him and had no idea how he would react. It was thanks for trying to keep life together and repair the fragments of what was broken.

Finally I pulled back, just a little freaked by the fact that I was falling in love with my dead sister's husband. "I should go…I need to get something for Juliet."

"Good luck." He kissed me again, on the cheek. "Hope there's not traffic."

"Uh-huh." Head spinning, I went outside and got the car, wishing with my entire heart that I could go back to bed with Andrew.

A/N: A little angsty…and really badly written, but I wrote about half of it at once, then left, then came back and finished it too quickly. Oh well. I hope you like it!