Okay, so I'm expecting that this will be a mightily unpopular concept, but I couldn't get it out of my head so I thought I'd write it anyway. Leave your rants in the review box, let it rip!
*Disclaimer* I do not own Rookie Blue.
Sam sat at the bar in the Penny, a melancholy look on his face. The barman placed two shots in front of him, which he fiddled with, tipping some from one into the other to even them out. He looked towards the door longingly when he felt a gust of cold air as someone walked in.
Not her.
He looked back at the bar, releasing a heavy sigh.
The door opened again. Peck.
She shot a small polite smile in his direction as she walked toward the bar, scanning the heads in the crowd as she moved.
'What are you…drinking alone?' she asked Sam as she passed him.
He threw another brief glance at the door before replying resignedly, 'Looks that way.'
Gail bit her lip and smiled again.
'Have you seen Nick at all?' she asked him.
'Uhhhh, no. Sorry,' Sam said, taking a cursory look around the room in case he'd missed seeing him come in.
A look of disappointment swept over Gail's face.
'You know what, lets celebrate,' Sam suggested, passing one of his shots to Gail. 'Until Nick gets here,' he added as an after thought.
'Alright,' Gail said without hesitating, taking the shot from his grasp. 'But only because you look so lonely and pathetic here by yourself.'
Sam chuckled softly. 'Tell me again why the rookies don't like you?' he asked, clinking their glasses together and downing the shot.
Gail smiled and drank hers too. They tapped their glasses back down onto the bar. She looked across as Sam. He was going to say something, he opened his mouth, but then changed his mind.
'Another?' Gail asked, nodding towards the empty glasses.
Sam looked around again. 'Why the hell not' he replied, and called over the barman.
Numerous shots later, Gail was finding it difficult to stay on her stool. Sam was half slumped on the bar, twisting his glass in circles.
'You know the problem with men,' Gail slurred, 'they always think they know what's best for us.' She paused. 'But they don't really know anything at all' she concluded.
'Is that right?' Sam asked chuckling again.
'Yes.' Gail said, matter of factly. 'Take Nick. Six years ago he asked me to marry him, and then he ran away to Afghanistan. Just ran away.'
'I know why he did it,' she mused. Sam raised an eyebrow at her. 'He did it because he got scared. But you know what his excuse was…he said I'd be better off without him.' She stopped and stared at Sam for a while. 'And now apparently he's done the same thing again. I mean, do I look better off without him Sam?' she slurred.
Sam looked at her and playfully squinted as if he was judging the way she looked. She bumped him on the arm with her fist. He smiled.
'Give it a rest, Peck. You're not the only one that got stood up tonight.'
Gail didn't respond. 'I really thought she'd come, you know' Sam mused.
She rested her hand on his arm. 'You should go home Sam, you're…drunk' she stumbled on the last word.
'So are you,' he laughed at her. She hopped down from her stool, holding onto the bar to steady herself.
'Come on Romeo, lets find us a cab.' She suggested, as Sam hauled himself to his feet.
They tripped out of the bar and tried to hail a cab. Gail leant against Sam on the sidewalk, partly to stop herself from falling and partly because it was cold. She hadn't brought a jacket to the bar and the wind was biting at her exposed arms.
'You cold?' Sam asked as a taxi pulled up beside them.
'Yes,' Gail replied, shivering right on cue. He rubbed his hands up and down her arms quickly, trying to warm her with the friction. 'Come on,' he said and pointed to the cab. They climbed in the back and Gail shuffled right up to his side. Sam threw an arm around her back and pulled her closer.
Sam shouted an address at the driver, but Gail couldn't tell if it was hers or his. She tilted her face to look at Sam just as he turned his towards her. Their lips brushed accidentally, and Gail pulled back as she realised how close they had got to one another. She looked into Sam's eyes and saw the pain of rejection staring back at her. She stopped thinking. She leaned in and kissed him, trying to take the pain away. She hoped he would do the same for her. And he did.
Gail rolled over as she woke up. She took a breath in through her nose and immediately knew something was wrong. Where was she? She sat up nervously and let her eyes adjust to her surroundings. Flashbacks from last night assaulted her from every direction. Being in the bar with Sam, waiting for Nick. Drinking so much that she almost fell off her stool. Getting a cab. Kissing Sam.
She froze and looked down to her right. Lying on his front, snoring quietly, was Sam Swarek.
What the hell had she done!?
She jabbed him in the ribs to wake him up.
'Sam' she hissed as he stirred slowly.
'What?' he murmured.
She jabbed him again for good measure.
He rolled over and saw her sat there, naked but for the sheet she was clutching around her, a look of panic on her face.
'What the hell!?' she asked nervously.
Sam groaned and buried his face in his pillow, head pounding.
'You cannot be serious' he moaned into the covers.
Gail seized the opportunity to jump from the bed and start rummaging for her clothes. She found them somewhat scattered around the room. She pulled them on hastily.
She paused by the door. 'What do we do?' she asked him.
He rolled over and sat up. 'Nothing' he croaked.
'Nothing?' she questioned. 'You want to pretend like nothing happened?'
He nodded and raised a hand as if to say 'What else do you suggest?'
'You want me to lie to Nick, again. And to Andy?'
'Would you rather we told them?' he quipped sarcastically.
She thought about it for a moment. It was a horrible thought.
'I'd rather none of this had happened' she said, gesturing between the two of them.
'So do I, but unfortunately I can't turn back time Peck!' he bit at her.
She closed her eyes, exasperated, before spinning on her toes and leaving the room. She found he way to the front door in his unfamiliar house, and let herself out.
Shit shit shit shit shit she thought to herself. Why did she always do this!?
Just want to clarify that I do not condone their actions, and in no way ship Sam with Gail. But I thought this would be fun to write.