Disclaimer: I don't own Rookie Blue (or the season would not be ending on Thursday and Sam and Andy would already be together).
A.N. Just a short one-shot about what happens between Andy and her father, cuz I felt like it was missing a little bit.
Italics = thoughts
Enjoy!
Tommy's POV:
I went to her apartment, not knowing exactly what I would say. All I knew is that I had to give her the safe, even though Swarek had not returned the key.
When she tried to push me away, I ended up telling her about going to tell Tina's mother that I screwed up and the events that followed.
"I can't lose you Andy." I looked down, afraid to see the rejection. When she didn't say anything, I looked up. "I'll do whatever it takes."
I stuck out my hand to her. I looked in her eyes and read her indecisiveness. It hurt more than anything. She was my little girl. She studied my eyes and then stretched out her hand.
I took her worn, calloused hand in my own and then brought my other hand up, holding her hand as a lifeline.
The tears in her eyes when she finally looked at me broke something in me. I pulled her close, holding my little girl tight. I never wanted to lose her, she was my life.
I meant what I said. I would do whatever it took. If that meant going to those meetings that she had been subtly mentioning since I left the force, so be it.
That conversation in the car, when she told me she was done was that knife in the gut. It was the reminder that I did not want to ever lose my little girl like Tina's mother did. If she cut me off, it would be like losing her.
Andy's POV:
"I can't lose you Andy."
What was he saying? I didn't understand. He had his eyes to the ground.
Finally he looked at me again. "I'll do whatever it takes." He stuck out his hand.
I didn't know what to do. I wanted him in my life but I didn't know if I believed him. I thought about his earlier words. How he was affected by Tina's mother. If I rejected him, would I still have a father by tomorrow? As much as the relationship was messed up, things could work out. I stretched out my hand.
He grabbed it like a lifeline and gently stroked my hand with his hands. I tried to hold back the tears but a few of them escaped. I know he saw them.
Suddenly, he pulled me close and closed his arms around me. I was his little girl, and I always would be. As Sam had always told me "trust your gut". My gut was saying that this time he meant it. This time if I wanted him to go to a meeting, he would.
As I stood in his embrace, I knew that I would not be able to take him alone. It would be too emotional for me. My gut was telling me to call Sam. Sam would understand; he always did.
My head won. That little voice whispered that I was together with Luke and if I called Sam, Luke would just look at the facts and we would be going around in a full circle.
Finally, I broke the embrace to call Luke. Luke told me he would be over soon and I walked with my father out to the car, wondering why my gut told me that it should be Sam coming with me, not Luke. Why did Luke remind me so much of my father? Why did I feel safer with Sam then with Luke?
I pushed all of these thoughts of Sam out of my head as Luke pulled up. Tonight was the start of a new beginning for my father and I would be there for him every step of the way. I would help him overcome this addiction because, I was his little girl and he was my father.
A.N. Reviews are really appreciated and helpful so I know how to improve!