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A Sam/Andy fic.
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Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Rookie Blue.
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A/N: Another quickie Sam/Andy fic.
Traci and Andy are talking about her relationships with the guys in her life.
I hope you guys like this one, I know I'll love writing it.
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"So, let me get this straight," Traci began, brining the wine glass away from her lips. "Things are good between you and Sam, again?"
Andy nodded.
"You're back to how it was before?"
Another nod.
"And your feelings for him are still there?" she wondered.
Andy confirmed this with yet another nod, taking a rather large swig of her own wine.
Traci took a quick breath. "And now, you and Luke are back together?"
Andy dipped her head with a cringe.
Traci shook her head in humored disbelief. This was like her weekly soap opera fix. "Andy McNally ... you need a hobby."
"What?" Andy replied, confusion in her eyes.
"You're like ... stuck in this giant, tug-of-war between these two men. You need to just get away from it all, and distress or something."
Andy sighed, sagging on the couch. "I know ... I know. I can't stay in this limbo forever. I can't keep stringing them both along. I have to choose between them."
Traci regarded her silently.
"Well?" Andy asked, desperation in her voice.
Traci stared right back at her. "Well what?"
"Tell me what to do!" Andy begged.
Traci shook her head. "Oh, no. I am not getting involved. You saw how badly my last suggestion went. No, you gotta figure this out all on your own."
Andy pouted a little "What if I can't choose?"
Traci grinned, toying with the glass of wine in her hands. "Then forget the hobby, you'll need to find yourself a dog."
Andy rolled her eyes at that.
"Hey, if you can't trust and confide in a beautiful, little puppy, then who can you trust?"
Andy figured she might have a small point, but didn't say it. "I hate having to make choices like these. I always end up making the wrong one," Andy griped.
Traci grinned. "You know, I hear knitting is really in right now ..."
Andy dropped her head into her hands. "I'm thinking!"
The thing was, though ... she already knew which one she could trust and confide in, which was she could really depend on. The one guy who drove her completely insane, and made her laugh harder than ever at the same time. Now, all she had to do was convince her head to start listening to her heart. Taking the plunge, she started with a small gesture: removing the jar from the freezer ...
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The end.
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