Welcome to "Find Our Way", one of twenty Rookie Blue FanFiction stories that I'm in the process of writing/completing. This is one of two stories that starts off where season 4 ends. I know season 5 has started, so most of us know what happens in episode 1, but I started writing this back in September and decided to leave it as is... Hope you enjoy it!
Please note: I do not own Rookie Blue.
Andy grabbed her coffee and walked back towards Sam's room, coffee in one hand and cell phone in the other. "No sir, he hasn't woken up yet, but the doctors have been monitoring him and so far everything looks okay."
"Keep me posted, okay McNally?" said Sergeant Best into the phone.
"Yup," said Andy, hanging up as she rounded the corner and stepped into the room. A gasp escaped her when she realized that Sam's eyes were open. She'd only been gone for a few minutes. "Uh, hey," she said, her voice a little higher than normal, which only made her face turn a darker shade of red than it had been upon seeing him awake.
His head slowly turned towards her and a frown formed on his face. "Are you here to take my statement?" he asked slowly, his voice cracking slightly.
She stared at him, initially thinking he was joking, but his face showed no signs of humour. "Your statement?" she breathed, her face falling as she met his eyes. She blinked hard. There had to be a mistake. He had to be joking. Yet, the only time she'd seen that look in his eyes was four years ago when she first started at 15, when Sam had been undercover and she'd barged into the room and chased him down. It was like he was looking at a complete stranger. As it hit her, the cup of coffee slipped through her fingers, falling to the floor and splashing up her legs.
"McNally," said Oliver stepping into the room. He stopped at the sight of the coffee and said, "Whoa, you alright there?" When Andy didn't answer, he followed her gaze. "Sammy, you're awake."
"Good to see you," said Sam, smiling slightly, though his eyes didn't stray too far from the woman who still stood near the door.
Oliver smiled. "Well, I'll leave you two alone—"
"I've gotta go," Andy blurted out, spinning on her heel and leaving the room without another word.
Oliver turned back to Sam. "What just happened?" Oliver asked, his head swiveling from the door, to his friend, and back again.
"I have no idea," said Sam, shrugging. "She just came in here, and I asked her if she was here to take my statement, and she just dropped her coffee and stared at me."
"You're such a knucklehead. Why would you ask her that?" asked Oliver, chuckling.
Sam frowned. "What else was I supposed to say? She just came in here unannounced, didn't really say anything, and just stood there staring at me. She could have at least said who she was."
Oliver's jaw dropped, his eyes practically popping out of his skull as he frantically shook his head. "No, no, no, no," he said, his hands flying to his face. "Sammy, please tell me you're joking? Please tell me you know who that was?"
Sam stared at him blankly, not really understanding why his friend was so upset. Actually, upset was an understatement. He'd never seen Oliver lose his cool like this before. "Should I?"
Oliver collapsed in one of the hard, plastic chairs beside the bed, head in his hands as he struggled to regain his composure. Leaning back, however, he realized Andy's coat was still there. Jumping to his feet, he said, "Just give me a minute. I have to talk to her, give her back her coat. I'll send a doctor to check on you and be back in a bit, okay?"
Sam nodded, though he was frowning. "Yeah buddy, but before you go though, who is she?"
Oliver hesitated. "Andy McNally," he said, and without another word he was gone.
"Andy," said Oliver, finding her down the hallway and just around the corner, waiting for the elevator. She was bent over, her hands on her knees as she tried to keep herself standing.
She took a few deep breaths and pushed herself into an upright position, tears streaming down her cheeks as she turned to look at Oliver. She shook her head. "He doesn't even know who I am."
Oliver took her up in a big hug. "It will come back to him," said Oliver softly. "He just woke up, it takes time." At least that was what he was hoping.
Andy pulled away, shaking her head again. "He knew exactly who you were, but he just stared at me as if he'd never seen me before... How could he forget about me after everything we've gone through? Just erased me like I was nothing. Meant nothing."
Oliver reached to pull her into another hug, but she stepped back. "No," she said. "I can't be here anymore. I can't be here like this… Do this… I have to go."
As she said those words Oliver could see her last bit of strength shatter. Any hope she had was gone. She looked completely broken. "Andy," he tried again, but she was already running down the hall, abandoning the elevator completely.
By the time Oliver got back to the room, the doctors were wheeling Sam out on a rollaway bed.
"We're just going to take him to run some tests and see how extensive the damage is," said the doctor.
When they returned half an hour later, the doctor signaled for Oliver to step outside with him.
"It looks like between the trauma suffered from the gunshot wound and from hitting his head off the floor, Detective Swarek has sustained temporary memory loss. I'm not sure how extensive it is, but based on what he's told me, it sounds like at least four years and a half years back."
Oliver nodded. "So what can we do?"
The doctor shook his head. "Unfortunately there really isn't much you can do other than provide support. It's going to be really confusing for him and really frustrating at times, but in cases like this, we recommend that patients remember things on their own. We don't want to overload him with too much information, so for healing purposes we prefer to have patients remember at their own pace."
Oliver nodded, though what he really wanted to do was slap Sam in the face and tell him he had to win McNally back before it was too late. The second he learned Andy had jumped in the ambulance with Sam and had been with him while they prepped him for surgery, Oliver knew that he'd been right all along. Sam and Andy weren't finished, but now that Sam couldn't remember the love of his life and Oliver couldn't even help him remember, things were not looking good for them.
When the doctor left, Oliver returned to the room, dread filling every inch of his body as he looked across the room at his friend.
Still, he hesitated. "Sammy, if you asked the woman if she was here for your statement, does that mean you remember why you're here?"
Sam shook his head. "No, but it seems I've been shot, so it would make sense for someone to take my statement, right?"
Oliver nodded, letting out a sigh. "Yeah, buddy."
"Okay," Sam said slowly. "So what happened, and if she wasn't here to take my statement, why was she here?"
"Doc said I can't tell you," said Oliver after a long moment. "I wish I could. Believe me, there are a lot of things I'd like to tell you right about now, a lot of things you need to know and remember, but the doc said you need to remember on your own time... If you remember."
"So you won't tell me anything?" said Sam, frowning. He could tell Oliver was burning to tell him something. "Not even a hint?"
Oliver exhaled deeply. "Brother, I wish I could tell you, I really do, but even if they let me, I'm not the one for that. The whole situation was screwed up… I wasn't even there. I was taken, 15 Division was attacked, and I woke up here with a concussion. I really only know what others told me, and I didn't even know you were here until they released me. And aside from that, I think the only things I can really tell you, which you'll find out anyway once you're back at work, are that you became a detective, and there are a lot of new faces around the office… well, new for you."
"And that woman is one of them?"
Oliver nodded. "She was your rookie."
Sam nodded. That would explain why she looked so upset, yet her reaction still disturbed him. "Was?"
Oliver hesitated. "What's the last thing you remember?"
"Uh, talking to Boyd about some undercover operation," said Sam, rubbing his forehead.
"What case?"
"Anton Hill."
Oliver sighed. "She started when that op ended. That was four years ago."
Sam stared at him, his eyes wide. "What?"
"Sorry bud, but I don't know what else to tell you," said Oliver. "Like I said, I really want to help you, but the doc said you have to remember on your own."
