I probably shouldn't be posting this because I haven't really got it all worked out yet, but oh well- I'm posting it.
This story begins in between season two episode eight and season two episode nine. Basically, Andy and Luke are broken up and Sam offers her his spare bedroom.
If anyone can come up with a better title for this story, please let me know because I'm not really a fan of the one I've got. Thanks!
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"C'mon Andy, I have a spare bedroom. Just stay with me," he offers.
"Sam no, I couldn't," she insists with a shake of her head.
"Andy, you really wanna keep sleeping on Nash's pull out couch until you find a place? Why would you do that when you could sleep in a nice comfortable bed?" He counters.
"Look, I really appreciate the offer, but I don't think it's a good idea," she tells him.
"Why not? Afraid you won't be able to stop yourself from sneaking in my room at night?" He teases.
She rolls her eyes. "Yep, that's it. You caught me," she replies, sarcastically.
"Seriously Andy, just come stay with me. You said yourself you haven't had a good night's sleep in weeks… My spare bedroom has a really comfortable bed and no kids throwing cheerios at you at six A.M.," he reminds her.
She laughs at that. "Well, it would be nice to watch something other than cartoons at night," she muses.
He smiles. "So, it's settled," he decides. "Meet me at the truck in ten and we'll go pick up your stuff from Nash's, okay?" He asks.
She lets out a big sigh. "Okay fine," she agrees.
"Jeez McNally, don't sound so thrilled," he quips.
She rolls her eyes. "I hope you realize what you're getting yourself into. If you think I'm annoying now, just imagine how you'll feel after we have to spend all day every day with each other," she tells him.
"I think I'll survive," he says.
"Well, don't come crying to me when I'm driving you up the wall," she tells him.
"Mhm,"he mumbles as he rolls his eyes. "Just meet me at the truck in ten minutes, okay?"
"Okay," she agrees before making her way into the woman's locker room.
"Hey, I've gotta go pick up Leo from his Dad's. You wanna come with or can you find your own ride home?" Traci asks when Andy walks into the locker room.
"Uh actually…" Andy begins.
"What?"
"Um, Sam actually offered me his spare bedroom," Andy informs her, unable to look her in the eyes. She doesn't even want to see the look on Traci's face.
"What?" Traci asks.
"Yeah, well Trace, I really appreciate you letting me stay with you but…um, well… you have Leo and Jerry and I don't want to be in the way. And he has a spare bedroom. It's not a big deal… Just until I find a place and that will probably just be a couple more weeks," she rambles on.
"Andy, you are not in the way," she insists.
"Trace, I know you aren't letting Jerry stay over because of me and you aren't going over to his place because you don't want to leave me alone. You have your own life. You should be enjoying it. It's fine, I'll just stay with Sam… Plus your pull out couch is kind of…"
"Awful?" Traci finishes for her.
"Uh, yeah," Andy laughs nervously.
"Okay, if you're sure, but if Swarek starts driving you crazy, you can always stay with me, okay? Seriously. You're not in the way," she swears.
"Thanks Trace," she says with a smile. "So is it okay if I come by and pick up my stuff? Sam said we could stop there on the way home," she informs her.
"Of course, but I'll probably still be picking up Leo, so I won't be there."
"Okay, well I'll lock up and give you back your key tomorrow," Andy offers.
"Okay… so you're really staying with Swarek?" Traci grins.
Andy rolls her eyes. "It's not a big deal," she insists.
"What? I think it's great. Super convenient," Traci laughs.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Oh I don't know… gorgeous man just down the hall who will totally have sex with you whenever you want," she grins.
"We are not going to have sex!" she exclaims.
"Would it be so bad if you did?" Traci asks. "C'mon, you don't have to keep him on ice anymore," she reminds her.
"Traci! I just broke up with Luke!" Andy retorts.
"Best way to get over someone is to get under someone else!" Traci declares with a grin.
Andy rolls her eyes. "We're friends, okay? We aren't going to have sex," Andy promises.
"I bet he'd be really good at it," Traci teases.
"I'm sure Jerry would just love to hear how you're fantasizing about sex with his best friend," Andy retorts. "And that you think he's gorgeous," Andy adds.
"Oh and you don't?" Traci asks with a quirked eyebrow.
Andy rolls her eyes again. "Okay, I'm leaving now," Andy tells her.
"Oh c'mon Andy, I'm just teasing!" Traci calls after her as Andy walks out of the locker room.
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"Why don't you go unpack your stuff and I'll get us some dinner," Sam offers after he's given her the tour. She can't help but feel awkward about the whole thing, especially since she's been here before. Although, the last time she didn't see much of anything except his bedroom…
"Okay," she agrees before he starts walking down the hall towards the kitchen.
About fifteen minutes later, she appears in the kitchen to find him cooking.
"You're cooking?"
"Uh… yeah," he says, gesturing around the kitchen with an amused look on his face. Obviously he's cooking.
"I figured you'd get take out," she explains.
"Got something against a home-cooked meal, McNally?" He smirks.
"No," she says, shaking her head. "What are we having?"
"Steak tips, mashed sweet potatoes and green beans," he informs her.
"Wow… I didn't realize you were such a chef," she teases.
He shrugs.
"Can I help?" She asks.
"No, I've got it," he insists.
"C'mon, let me help," she pleads.
"Fine, you wanna mash the potatoes?" He asks.
"Yep!" She exclaims as she takes the potato masher and immediately starts mashing. "So uh maybe we should talk about how this is going to work," she suggests.
"What do you mean?" He asks, stealing a glance at her.
"Well uh I just… I don't want to be in the way," she explains.
"You aren't in the way, McNally," he insists.
She rolls her eyes. "Well, I just want you to know that if you uh… if you feel like you need some space or whatever, just let me know, okay? If you wanna have the guys over for poker night or uh I don't know… if you want to have a woman over or something, just tell me and I'll make myself scarce," she says, awkwardly.
"A woman?" He asks with raised eyebrows and a smirk. He just loves when she gets flustered like this.
"Yeah, I mean… I don't know if you're dating anybody right now but if you are or if you meet someone… I don't wanna cramp your style," she continues, unable to look him in the eye. God, why is she being so awkward all of a sudden?
"Cramp my style?" He repeats, highly amused.
"Shut up. I don't know," she says with a laugh.
He chuckles and shakes his head, good naturedly. "Okay well, I'm not dating anybody, so uh… you don't need to worry about 'cramping my style'," he tells her, using air quotes.
"Oh. Okay… I uh… I wasn't worried," she assures him. "And you never know… you might meet somebody tomorrow," she says.
"Yeah, you never know," he shrugs.
"Well, anyway, I really do appreciate this, Sam…. And I promise I won't overstay my welcome… I'll start looking for a place right away," she assures him.
"Andy," he says until he has her attention. "You can stay as long as you want. Seriously. I don't mind," he insists.
"Thanks," she smiles.
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"You wanna watch a movie or something?" He asks after they finish loading the dishwasher.
"Sure, what do you wanna watch?" She replies.
"Whatever you want… just look through what I have and pick something," he says, pointing to the shelf on his entertainment center that houses all of his DVDs.
"Maybe we should rent something? You probably just have boy movies," she whines as she makes her way to look at his selection.
He rolls his eyes. "If you don't like anything I have, then we can rent something," he shrugs.
"Oh. My. God," she squeals from across the room.
"What?" He asks.
"Sam. You have The Little Mermaid," she declares with a huge grin on her face as she waves the DVD around in the air.
"So? My niece loves The Little Mermaid," he tells her with a shrug.
"We are totally watching this!" she exclaims.
"Um. No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"McNally, do you know how many times I have seen The Little Mermaid?" He asks.
"No, but do tell," she grins.
He rolls his eyes. "It's the only thing Kayla ever wants to watch when she comes over," he argues.
She smiles as she imagines Sam sitting on his couch with a dark-haired little girl in his lap as they watch Disney movies together. "You know, I don't think you ever told me you have a niece," she comments as she puts the movie back. She figures she's tortured him enough for tonight.
"I also have a nephew," he informs her.
"Oh yeah? How old are they?" She asks, as she skims the rest of his DVD collection.
"Nate is six and Kayla is four," he tells her.
"And I'm sure they just love their Uncle Sammy," Andy teases.
"Of course they do. What's not to love?" He grins.
She laughs. "Okay, we are renting a movie," she decides as she stands up and walks over to the couch.
"My DVD collection not up to your standards?" He laughs.
"Well, you said you didn't want to watch The Little Mermaid, so… no," she teases.
"Okay, buy something off the TV… just no chick flicks," he tells her.
"Okay, no chick flicks," she promises.
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The next morning he wakes up to the smell of bacon. It takes him a minute to realize what the hell is going on, but then he remembers. McNally is staying with him. And she's making breakfast…
He glances over at the clock and realizes that it's time to get up anyway. He flips the covers off of him, brushes his teeth and goes in search of coffee.
And what he finds in his kitchen… yeah, he wasn't really expecting that.
She's wearing a camisole and these tiny cotton shorts that just cover her ass and not much else. And she's turned away from him, so he takes a moment to soak in the view. He's definitely never seen this much of her and yeah, he's going to enjoy it.
"Hey," she calls out to him, after a second. She's still not looking at him, obviously focused on scrambling the eggs.
"You making me breakfast, McNally?" he smiles, as he walks up to her and inspects what she's making.
"Mhm," she said, proudly. "Just wanted to say thank you for letting me stay here," she smiles.
"It's no problem," he shrugs. He's peering over her shoulder to see what she's doing when he asks, "is it edible?"
She elbows him in the stomach and he stumbles backward. "I was just teasing," he exclaims.
"Wasn't funny," she replies with a smirk.
"Okay. Okay. Sorry," he says, throwing his hands in the air in surrender.
She laughs and then takes a moment to look him over. He's wearing a thin t-shirt and pajamas bottoms that are hanging low on his hips. But what she's really enjoying is his hair. It's sticking up a little bit and it's kind of adorable.
"So… this is what you look like in the morning," she observes with a smirk.
"Uhh… yeah?" He replies, looking down at his body. When he shoots her a confused look, she smiles and reaches out to pat down his hair a little bit. He just watches her, obviously surprised by the interaction, but he's not totally hating it. After a second, she realizes what she's doing and she pulls her hand away, blushing a little.
"Your uh hair… it's uh… messy," she says with a shrug.
He lets out a small laugh. "Yeah, well so is yours," he says as he pushes some hair off her shoulder. "That's what happens when you've just woken up," he reminds her with a smile.
She rolls her eyes. "I know… just not used to seeing it like this," she tells him.
"Well yeah, I don't usually show up to work like this," he replies with a grin, obviously enjoying how uncomfortable she is right now.
She rolls her eyes again. "You want some breakfast or not?" She asks with faux annoyance.
"Yes please," he says with a smile as he reaches above her to get the plates. She takes them from him and puts some bacon and eggs on each one, while he pours the coffee.
Minutes later, they are sitting at his kitchen table eating together.
"I'm pleasantly surprised, McNally," he says after taking a few bites.
"I don't know why… I can cook, you know," she tells him.
"Well now I do," he replies with a smile.
And yeah, she's rolling her eyes again, but the slight smile on her face is giving her away.
"I can't remember the last time I actually ate a real breakfast in the morning," he muses, after taking a sip of coffee.
"What, the women you usually invite over don't make you breakfast in the morning?" She teases.
He looks up and stares at her for a minute, and suddenly, she's feeling a little uncomfortable. Why does she keep bringing up other women? She's desperately trying to come up with something to say that will make this not feel so weird, but then a small smile appears on his face and she takes a breath.
"Guess I'm just not inviting the right ones over," he says with a slight wiggle of his eyebrow.
"Guess not," she responds, with a small smile of her own.
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Okay, there is chapter number one. I hope you liked it!
PS- I'm using a little "artistic license" when it comes to Sarah. In this story, she is married with two kids and she and Sam are close.
Anyway, please review and let me know what you think. I have a few ideas for this story, but I'd love to hear some suggestions. And please, someone come up with a better title!
Thanks!