Author's Note: Okay, so I know Step Up isn't exactly a masterpiece. But there's something cute about it! Mostly Moose. And the dancing…don't even get me started.

So anyway. Moose and Andie. Or as I like to call them, Moosandie (it'll never take off, I know). This randomly popped into my head for them a few hours ago. I know it's not a ship for everyone (maybe not anyone but me). I hope you enjoy anyway. Even if you're hopelessly devoted to Chandie!

Bedside Manners

She kind of liked him this way. Still. Quiet. Even if he was only in such a state because he got ploughed by a damn moped.

Andie had been at school when Mrs. Alexander called her that morning. Before then the world outside had died, and she was left with nothing but the rhythmic thump of the track and her own damp lithe reflection. But then the music faded and her ringtone blared (Timbaland being her artist of choice nowadays) and Moose's mum told her he had been in an accident. The world came crashing in again.

She rushed to the hospital, forgetting to tell Chase or anybody as her mind clouded with thoughts of a friend in trouble.

Now she stood ineptly by the blue curtain, watching Mrs. A sniff over her son's bed.

"He hasn't woken up yet."

"He will," Andie croaked, gripping the curtain.

"He hit his head hard. When he fell. The doctor said…"

"Forget what the doctor said." Andie strode over to the slight woman with her curly dark hair. She put a hand on her shoulder. "Moose'll-"

"Robert."

"Right. Robert will be okay. Why don't you go get some water, huh? Maybe call a few people? Ask them to bring that Turkish Delight stuff he likes."

A smile hovered over her pale face and she rose, asking Andie to take her place by his bedside, on the uncomfortable blue chair.

As soon as she left Andie's supportive smile faded. She sighed and rested her elbows on the bed, regarding Moose's cute, awkward face. She scratched her nose, fiddled with her hands, tugged at her ponytail. Andie began to speak, not knowing what else to do.

"You're a cool kid, Moose. Did I ever tell you that? I should've told you that. I mean…not cool in that obvious way. Like Chase. It's like you don't try. You're just this…awesome nerd. And I love you for it…"

She bit her lip hard and let her hand drift down to his hair, where it tangled into soft black curls. She felt the bandages underneath.

"You've been there for me," Andie muttered. "For as long as I've known you, you've been there. That can't change. You can't not wake up. You got hit by a moped for Chrissake!" And as she said this Andie gripped his hair hard, only to jump practically out of her skin when Moose yelped in response.

"You were awake?" she exclaimed as his eyes fluttered open. Her mind immediately began to replay all that she had just said. Andie flushed. "How long've you been awake for, Moose? Your mum was practically mourning already!"

"I know," he groaned, rubbing his scalp. "I couldn't take waking up to her teary kisses. And anyway," he grinned. "I wanted to hear what you had to say about me. Why can't you get all soppy like that when I'm conscious, huh?"

Andie scoffed and flopped back into her chair, tongue working into the side of her cheek, arms crossed. "You're a goof, you know that?"

"I know," he sighed, staring up at the ceiling.

Andie could not help a flood of relief. Thoughts of comas and plug-pulling had been creeping into her mind.

He turned to look at her and she realized she was staring. "I was rushing to see you, you know. Worked out these awesome steps last night. For Collins' class? So I'm whizzing across the street on my new bike, thinking about how impressed you're gonna be, when this octogenarian comes out of nowhere and crashes into me." She was laughing before he had even finished talking.

"I should sue you really," he continued. "'Cause you're kind of responsible for this whole thing. But I'm a nice guy so I won't ask you for money." He attempted to sit up. "You just have to kiss me."

She snorted unceremoniously but soon realized that he was serious. Andie folded her arms tighter across her chest, trying to suppress the quickening tempo of her heart.

"Don't even think about it, jailbait," she muttered.

"But I'm eighteen in like a year!" he protested. More like two.

She fixed him with a coquettish look. "Well, I guess you'll just have to wait then."

He matched the stare. "I'll wait." And he flopped back down.

Andie began to tap her foot on the floor. Would he wait? Would she? No. She wouldn't! Because he was Moose and he had Sophie. And she had Chase. She was happy with Chase. But she was happy with Moose, too…

Andie was saved having to contemplate who she was happier with when the curtains were flung open. Mrs. Alexander swept in, followed by Sophie.

"Robbie!" she trilled, throwing herself onto her son. Moose's maybe girlfriend gave Andie a small wave and moved to kiss his cheek. Andie felt a hand on her shoulder and looked up to see Chase smiling down, as well as their 'crew' from The Streets shuffling in.

"Why didn't you find me and tell me?"

"Sorry," she murmured. "Wasn't really thinking at the time, you know?"

He nodded like the supportive, gorgeous, perfect boyfriend he was and kissed her cheek, before joining the gathering around Moose. She could barely see him as she stood.

Andie could not fight the wave of resentment as she drifted away from his bedside. She realized that she hardly ever got time alone with him lately. She liked alone time with him, even if it comprised of him hitting on her.

Andie figured Moose needed to get hit by mopeds more often.

Author's Note: This is my first and probably only Step Up fic. Tell me what you thought!

Peace and GBU (God Bless U)