AN- Thank you to all my loyal readers and to those of you are who are new! This is my first fan fiction story and now that I have gotten further into the story I wanted to take this opportunity to fine tune the story to make it better. I will be going through with my editor, big thanks to Mabscifiromantic, and reposting each chapter fully edited. On some chapters that just mean correcting grammar, like in this chapter, and in others there may be a few additions to the actually story. Once the chapter is reposted it will have a title instead of just a chapter number to alert you to the change- thank you!

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Chapter 1: Do Dreams Come True?

Andy looked stunning in a cream cocktail dress. It was short and sexy, yet elegant like she belonged in 'high society' instead of being at the Penny with her peers. Everyone was there, all dressed to kill. Tracy had the biggest smile any had seen on her since Jerry had died a little more than 2 years ago. Gail was carefree and no longer afraid of her little black dress. Dov, Chris and Nick even wore matching ties, which by this point were loosened as the drinking had commenced. 15 Division was celebrating!

Oliver was waiting at the bar, not for his usual beer, but grabbing glasses of champagne. Oliver walked over to Celery, Tracy, Andy and the rest of their friends who all seemed to be lost in happiness as they ate cake in the corner. As he passed around the champagne glasses he grabbed Celery around the waist and exclaimed, "I'd like to make a toast!"

As everyone settled and brought their attention to Oliver, he winked at Celery and then looked to the crowd and began. "To the bride. Sweetheart, you are a game changer. Once I met you it didn't take long to know you had changed everything. You took a broken man afraid to love and opened his heart. It wasn't always easy, there were tears along the way, that's true - but there has never been a love worth fighting for like this. I love you darlin' and I'm glad I got to share this day with you."

Celery holds Oliver a little tighter and glances at Sam's goofy grin; her eyes water with joy, as he continues, "McNally, you make a beautiful bride, salude!"

As everyone takes a drink, Sam pipes in, "That's Swarek to you," as he holds Andy around the hips from behind, kissing her neck softly as she sips her champagne.

"Ah yes, where are my manners..." Oliver continues, "And to the groom - Sammy, you are my best friend and I'm glad I got to see your dreams come true."

"That they did, Brother," Sam chimed in, "That they did."

"Hey, I'm in the middle of a speech here," Oliver shot back with a slight glare and a wink, "Now what was I saying? Ah yes, to the bride and groom," and lifting his glass, looking around at all the happy faces, he yelled, "Now let's drink!"

The room erupted with cheers as Oliver lunged in to kiss the bride and hug the groom. Now Sam, beaming with joy spoke up, "Sorry to interrupt the drinking, but I have something to say as well."

Before he could say a word though Tracy yelled, "Kiss the bride, then you can talk."

He shot a happy glance at Tracy as he smiled so brightly it lit his eyes, "Don't mind if I do." And with those words he grabbed Andy, one hand at the small of her back, the other behind her neck, pulled her in and kissed her as passionately as any of them had ever seen. As he pulled away and whispered in her ear, "I love you," she blushed and went back in for another kiss. This time he closed his eyes and felt the passion surge through his entire body. As the lingering kiss came to an end it physically hurt in the pit of his stomach, how could there ever be a reason to stop kissing her?

When he opened his eyes he was no longer at his reception, no longer draped over the most beautiful woman he had ever known, no longer grinning from ear to ear with a stupid school boy smile. He looked around to see white walls and machines. As he tried to move he noticed the IV in his arm, pulse clip on his finger, and worst of all the oxygen tube in his nose. The joy and happiness had left his eyes and were replaced by terror. Where was he? What happened? Why was his stomach searing with pain?

As he looked to his other hand to see why it felt so warm, he saw her - sleeping with her head on her arm while holding his hand. "Andy," he barely breathed out the name in a sigh of relief, but it surprised him how weak his voice sounded and how his mouth was so dry he could barely move his lips.

As soft as he had said it though, she heard him. She sat straight up, he could see the worry in her face, her swollen eyes and track marks down her cheeks making it blatantly evident she had been crying. Though this was a drastic difference from the happy bride he had just been captivated by, all he cared about was seeing her face. "Sam!" She exclaimed with a cracking voice, "You're awake!" She smiled softly and squeezed his hand standing up to get him a drink of water. Her prayers had been answered, he was awake, he was alive, he was right there in front of her - her story was still just beginning.