What if Sam kissed Andy after she was shot? How would she react? What would it mean for the two of them?

This story starts at the beginning of season 2, so she and Luke are together…for now. And it will follow the season and how things would have changed if Sam had kissed Andy after she was shot. You'll probably recognize a line or two of dialogue here and there that I've borrowed from the show.

Reviews are wonderful, so please let me know what you think! :)

Disclaimer: I don't own Rookie Blue.


Chapter 1

Andy woke up feeling it was going to be a great day and when Frank told her she was in charge at the Supernova concert, it seemed to confirm that feeling. But then she got shot. She was in charge and she got shot, along with another innocent girl.

It felt like someone pushed the fast forward button. She heard the first shot and felt the blood splatter on her face all at the same time. She didn't even have time to survey the situation before she was knocked to the ground feeling this horrible pain in her abdomen. It was hard to breathe and all she could think about was the girl lying next to her. When she saw Sam run over she was relieved. She grabbed his hand, not wanting to let him go, but he said something about needing to be the boss now. Right, she had been in charge and got shot. She had been in charge.

The rest of the morning moved in slow motion. She was forced to do a lot of waiting, something she hated. Waiting and not doing anything. She kept telling everyone she was fine, repeating it over and over until she even started to believe it. Then she had to tell this new blond detective what she had just gone through. The woman seemed nice enough, but she didn't know this Jo Rosati. Why couldn't it be someone she knew from 15 Division? She recounted the events of the morning and thought she was going to throw up when she saw the girl get shot again in her mind. Somehow it was worse in her mind than it was in person.

And then it was over. She insisted she didn't need to go to the hospital. She was fine. Jo told her she should take the rest of the day off. How was she just supposed to go home? When she walked back out into the sunny day, she saw Sam there waiting for her. He hadn't left her. He had to go and be the boss, but he had come back for her. She wasn't sure if it was because of the pain screaming across her stomach and chest or seeing Sam waiting there for her, but her eyes filled with tears. She quickly blinked them away so he wouldn't see them.

Sam turned around when he heard the trailer door open and was happy to see Andy walking down the stairs.

"How do you feel?" he said, grabbing her arm gently and pulling her behind the trailer.

"Fine. Sam, that was really scary. That hurt so bad," she replied, not realizing he was the first person she was honest with about how she felt. Sam gently pushed her up against the trailer and was staring at her with a worried look on his face. "I'm alright, I'm alright. It's just that I've already got this bruise that's forming," she said. She lifted her shirt to show him the bruise, but quickly noticed Sam was still staring at her face and looked up at him. "What?"

He looked intensely into Andy's eyes, while his hands roamed the sides of her face, like he was trying to convince himself that she was okay. He knew the dried blood on her face wasn't hers, but that knowledge hadn't made its way to his heart yet and it was still breaking from the possibility she could have died. The fact she was hurt, could've died, was all that kept running through his head.

"Sam," she sighed.

"When I saw the blood, and you go down…I thought I lost you, Andy." His eyes still glued to hers, he inched closer to her and lowered his lips to hers. The moment they touched, a feeling of warmth traveled through Andy's body. Suddenly, she no longer felt the pain from the gunshot, no longer saw the images in her head of the girl bleeding out. She brought her hands to Sam's waist as the passion of the kiss heated up, but then Sam suddenly pulled away.

He hadn't planned that. He really just wanted to make sure she was okay, to reassure himself the blood on her was from the other girl, to feel her in his hands. She was with Luke and he had no right to kiss her. He rubbed a hand over his face. "I'm sorry," he said, backing up.

Andy grabbed his arm to keep him from bolting. "Don't do that, Sam," she whispered, unsure if she meant the kiss or the apology. She licked her bottom lip and could still taste him there.

"You're with – Look, I shouldn't have done that," he said, shaking his head.

"I'm with Luke, I know," she frowned and took a deep breath. "But if you felt what I did with that kiss, you can't pass it off as 'it was what it was' again."

The five worst words he had ever uttered in his life.

"Someone find Swarek, we need him over here now!" Sam heard Frank yell. Crap, not now, he thought before hearing his name again.

Sam and Andy stared into each other's eyes, neither saying anything for a moment.

He sighed, closing his eyes for a moment before speaking. "We're not done here," he said to Andy.

"Later?" she asked.

"Later."

Andy sighed as Sam walked away. What just happened? she wondered.


Hours later, after the shooter had been caught, Andy stood in the locker room. She grimaced from the pain as she slowly removed her vest and uniform. She looked at the bruise on her abdomen for the hundredth time since she had gotten shot. It was a monster of a bruise, already turning various shades of purple, reaching from just under her chest to halfway down her stomach.

Once she finished changing, she sat down on the bench to think. The locker room was dark and quiet, no one trying to reassure her – again and again – that she would be okay and that it wasn't her fault. She knew tomorrow or a week from now she'd realize they were right, but at that moment she couldn't get past the fact she was in charge and a girl standing next to her was shot dead.

And then there was the kiss, the electrifying kiss. She and Sam still hadn't talked. Well, they had talked about the case and he seemed to be the only one to understand why she needed to stay at work and figure out why it all happened. Luke hadn't. In fact, he seemed preoccupied by Jo. They were working the case together, but there was something about the looks they gave each other that bothered Andy. She could figure that out later. Right now, Andy was left feeling confused about Sam and the kiss and what it all meant.

Her shift was over long ago, but she didn't want to go home, to the home she shared with Luke. But she had nowhere else to go, so she kept sitting and staring at her locker.

"I thought you would have left by now." Andy jumped when she heard Sam's voice. When she didn't immediately respond, he sat down next to her, their arms and legs brushing against each other.

"I didn't know where to go," she whispered. Sam raised his eyebrows in question when she looked over at him.

She quickly glanced away, not wanting to look at him with all the thoughts running through her head. She wanted to tell him she didn't want to be with Luke, and not just for that night. But she didn't know how Sam felt. What if he didn't share her feelings? He kissed me, but what if it was in the heat of the moment, like the way I threw myself at him the night of the blackout, she wondered.

"Wanna get out of here?" Sam asked. Andy nodded in response. "I can take you to the Penny, I think Nash and them are already there," he said, standing up and reaching his hand out.

"No." She didn't know where she wanted to go, but nowhere she could possibly run into Luke. "Can you and I go somewhere?"

"Sure, you hungry?"

Andy shook her head no as she placed her hand in Sam's and stood up. She let him lead her out of the station and to his truck with a hand placed at the small of her back. She sat in silence, staring out the window as Sam drove. Suddenly, her phone rang and she saw Luke's name on the caller ID.

"Hi."

"Hey Andy, did you head to the Penny with Nash? When I wrapped up with Jo I couldn't find you," Luke said, sounding concerned.

"Uh, ya, just wanted to hang out with friends tonight. I'll catch a ride home with someone," she lied, trying to be vague.

"Want me to come pick you up?" he said.

"No! Uh, no, I'll just meet you at home," she replied. "Bye Luke."

She put her phone back in her pocket and saw Sam smirking. "Shut up."

"I didn't say a word," he said smiling. If he was honest with himself, Sam was happy she was blowing Luke off so she could be with him. Maybe it would give him the time he needed to work up the courage to say what he wanted to say.

"I just, uh, I can't deal with him right now. He couldn't understand why I needed to stay at work today, to see the case through," she said, feeling like she needed to explain herself, even though that wasn't completely the reason she didn't want to see her boyfriend.

They rode in silence for a few minutes before Andy couldn't take the quiet anymore. She started rambling on about handcuffing the shooter on the roof and how she couldn't believe Frank wasn't pissed at her. She asked Sam if he thought she'd get in trouble for that, but didn't wait for an answer before going on that Frank must understand. The guy shot her, so yeah, Frank had to understand.

Sam sat in silence, glancing over at Andy occasionally. He knew she was rambling because she hated the silence, especially when she was nervous. He pulled over to the curb to park his truck and Andy saw a familiar front door staring in front of her.

"I didn't know where else to take you," Sam said when they pulled up at his apartment. "But I can take you wherever you want to go later…home, the Penny, wherever."

"Thanks," Andy said quietly, and got out of the truck. She followed him up the stairs and waited while he unlocked the door. Sam ushered her in, turning on the lights and taking her coat before he motioned for her to sit on the couch.

"Want anything, coffee, water, beer?" he asked.

Andy shook her head and he took a seat next to her. He didn't know how to start this conversation and the silence was killing Andy. "I, uh, I like your place. Didn't see much of it last time," she said, letting the last words fall to a whisper as she realized what she was saying. Did she have to stick her foot in her mouth and remind them both of the night she ran out on him?

Sam smiled, thinking how cute she was when she was uncomfortable. Hell, she was always adorable.

"I meant what I said earlier about not going to Guns and Gangs. I enjoy working with you McNally. We make a good team," he said. But truthfully that wasn't the whole reason. He started this whole thing earlier, he might as well finish it now. "I care about you Andy."

The way he said her first name made her turn to look at him. "What do you want Sam?" she asked.

"I want to go back, to forget that I said 'it was what it was,' to tell you what that night meant to me. To tell you I don't just want to be friends," he said, grabbing her hand in his and drawing small circles on it.

"There's no going back," she said softly, looking down at their joined hands.

Sam let out a deep breath, thinking he was too late. She was with Luke. She was happy. He lost his chance. It was a mistake to kiss her today. He started to pull his hand away, but she kept it firmly in hers.

"But there is moving forward," she said, her lips curving into a smile. "You know, I never choose Luke. You made that choice for me when you refused to even talk to me after, you know, that night. And I stayed because I thought I couldn't have what, or who, I wanted."

Andy scooted closer to Sam and put a hand on his chest. "So, are we moving forward?" she asked.

Sam was shocked. Was this really happening? She wanted him as much as he wanted her. This had to be a dream. This was everything he ever wanted. "Absolutely," he answered, smiling.

Sam leaned in to place his lips on hers for a passionate kiss. It sent tingles down her spine that made her shiver. She had never felt this from a simple kiss before. It overtook all her senses and she never wanted to stop. Sam's hands found their way up to her face, framing it as the kiss deepened. He couldn't get enough of Andy. The kiss was electrifying. He hated clichés, but he swore he saw fireworks when their lips met. All he wanted to do was take Andy to his bed. When the need for air became too much, their lips parted and Sam moved his head so his mouth could graze Andy's jaw and neck, but she pulled away. Sam's eyes shot open and Andy could see confusion written all over his face. Pulling away from the comfort of Sam's touch was the last thing she wanted to do, but Andy knew she couldn't start anything with Sam until she closed another chapter of her life first. And if she let Sam keep kissing her that way, she was never going to make it out of his apartment.

"I need – I won't be that person. I need to do something first, before we take this any further," she explained, and Sam understood what she meant.

"Let's go, I'll drive you there," he said, knowing she needed to go home.

When they arrived at the house Luke and Andy shared, she turned to Sam. "Will you wait here? It's probably not a good idea for you to come in."

"Sure, I'll be here for you," Sam replied, and Andy saw in his eyes that he meant more than just tonight.

Andy walked through the door and found Luke on the couch reading through case files. "Hey, thought you'd stay out later," he said when he saw Andy. He didn't even ask how she was. Buried in his cases, she wondered if he'd forgotten she'd been shot hours earlier.

"Luke, I need to talk to you," she said, walking over to him.

Luke said nothing, but put down the file he was reading, so Andy continued. "This isn't working."

"What do you mean? I love you, Andy," he said, reaching out for her only to have her pull away.

"But I don't. I think I love someone else," she responded. "I didn't mean for this to happen, but I need to follow my heart."

"Don't do this," he pleaded. "We can make this work. Whatever is wrong, we can fix it."

"No, Luke, it's nothing that can just be fixed. This is about me and the fact I've been lying to myself," she said. "I can't do it anymore. I can't force something that isn't there."

Luke remained silent, shocked at what was happening. Andy felt bad, but she couldn't fake it anymore just to prevent him from being hurt. She started to walk out of the room, but turned back to face Luke. "I'm going over to Traci's, but I'll come back sometime to get the rest of my stuff."

With that, she went upstairs and packed a small suitcase. When she came down the stairs, suitcase in hand, Andy paused in the living room. "I'm sorry. I really am sorry," she said, and walked out the front door before Luke could respond.

"Everything okay?" Sam asked when she got back in his truck.

"It will be," she said, her lips curving into a small smile. "Can you take me to Traci's? It's probably best for me to stay with her for now."

Sam nodded as he pulled onto the street. As much as he wanted Andy to come home with him, a lot had happened to her today and he understood she needed her best friend right now.


Sam pulled up to Traci's building and jumped out to help Andy. He saw her grimace as she tried lifting her suitcase and immediately grabbed it from her. "I've got it," he said, and followed her to Traci's door.

"Andy? Is everything – " Traci stopped mid-sentence when she noticed Sam was standing next to Andy at her doorstep. She looked back and forth between the two and then saw the suitcase. "Andy, what's going on?"

"Can I stay here tonight, Trace? I promise to explain," she replied.

"Of course, come in," Traci said, moving aside so her friend could enter the apartment.

Sam placed Andy's suitcase just inside the door and backed up. "I'm just gonna get going."

Andy walked over to him, conflicted. She wanted to be with him, but she needed to explain things to Traci. As usual, Sam looked into her eyes and knew the thoughts running through her head.

"It's been a long day. You need to rest," he said, placing the palm of his hand gently over where she got shot. The simple touch comforted her and Andy placed her hand over his and closed her eyes. Sam longed to kiss her again, but Traci was watching them with curious eyes. Not now, he decided. "I'll check on you tomorrow."

"Thank you, for everything," Andy said and watched Sam walk down the hallway before closing the door.

"Spill! What is going on?" Traci demanded.

Andy pulled her friend with her to the couch before she blurted it all out. "Sam kissed me. I kissed him. I broke up with Luke. I want to be with Sam. Trace, he feels the same way I do."

"Well, of course he does. Anyone could've told you that," Traci teased. "But how? When did this all happen."

Andy leaned back on the couch and began telling her friend about the events of the day. By the time she was done, she was finding it hard to keep her eyes open. Traci saw this and started to get the pull-out couch ready for friend. "Andy, you're welcome to stay here as long as you want," she said.

"Thanks, Trace," she replied, hugging Traci.

Andy's head had barely hit the pillow before she was sound asleep.


Back at his apartment, Sam lay in his bed staring up at the ceiling. He patted the empty side of his bed with his hand and wished he could have taken Andy home with him. He knew she needed a friend after everything that had happened today, but he wanted to hold her in his arms and fall asleep inhaling her scent. He shook his head at himself. He didn't want to rush her, push her into things before she was ready. I don't want to do anything that makes her run, he thought.

He licked his lips, remembering how Andy's tasted and with that thought on his mind drifted off to sleep.