2006:

"You know I'm leaving in a week?" Nick said quietly as Andy sat across from him on the floor of her room. "I know…" she responded her eyes locked on her hands as she stared at her shoes. "I just wish…" he said as he pulled her into his lap. "I just wish I'd realized sooner that I had a home here, with you and I wouldn't be going. You know I'm going to write you every day?" She nodded into his chest not wanting to allow herself to catch her breath.

Nick and Andy had been best friends their entire lives. Both from broken homes, neither really knowing what a family was. Andy was raised by her drunken retired Cop father and Nick was raised by his absent aunt after his parents where killed in a car crash when he was nine. They'd been inseparable as friends all through school and where planning on moving into an apartment together until Nick's aunt passed and he lost everything. He had nowhere to go, no money he was just kind of floating along with Andy. Doing the only think he felt he could do he enlisted in the service and was shipping off the basic training at the end of the week.

The thing that worked with their friendship is that it was just that, a great friendship. They never looked at each other as anything more. Until it was time for him to leave and Andy realized in 72 hours he'd be across the country and gone for God knew how long with no contact leaving her here, alone.

She turned in his lap to face him and pulled his face close to hers. Without a hesitation she pulled him into a kiss, his arms wrapped around her holding her as close as he possibly could. "We can't do this…not now…" he said as he moved his hands to her waist. Ignoring him she started softly kissing his jawline, his lower ear and down the side of his neck. Nick let out a soft moan as he realized he didn't want to stop, and he fully welcomed what happened next.

A few hours later Andy woke up, she let her eyes adjust to the dark and remembered she was completely naked and in Nick's arms. They'd moved to her bed, trying to avoid making too much noise. She pulled his arms closer to her and relished in his warmth before she heard him stir. "Hey," he said as she rolled over and her eyes met his. "Yeah that wasn't planned." He laughed. "Sorry about that, but I must admit those cheerleaders seem to have taught you a thing or two!" Andy's smile was infectious and Nick let himself get lost in her eyes. "Seriously though, where does this put us?" he asked, his face changing as the magnitude of what had happened finally registered. "We stay open with us, and we live in the moment. We have two days to just be here with each other" Andy responded burying her face in his chest as he pulled her closer.

Those two days passed, they never left her room except to get the occasional meal. Her father was at his latest attempt at rehab, so they were never disturbed. It was so much more than the sex, they laid with each other reading, watching movies and writing down their favorite memories growing up. Anything to hold on to those moments before it was time for him to leave.

She hugged him as he boarded his plane to basic training, reminding herself that he wasn't leaving forever but also coming to the realization that for the first time in eleven years she had to exist on her own.

After she watched him leave she went home. The place felt nothing like home, it was cold, empty and unwelcoming. When she walked in her dad was sitting at the table with the sports pages open.

"You know you can do better than that kid?" he said without looking up from the paper. Andy set her keys down in the green glass bowl by the door and walked into the kitchen. "Please don't start, not tonight. I'm tired and I really don't feel like fighting with you about how much you think you know about me." She said her back to him as she reached in the refrigerator for some milk. "You will not take that tone with me, I am still your father!" Tommy said as he slammed the paper down. "This is still my house." He continued to shout. Andy let go of the milk in the refrigerator and turned to him. "You have no right, you spend every God Damned day drunk out of your mind. Do you know how many times Nick helped me bring you in the house when you're passed out on the porch, or the stairs? Or how many times he helped get you into the shower to sober you up? Too many! So screw you." She said heatedly. "You haven't been my father since mom left, so don't you dare try to be one now!" she added before storming out of the kitchen.

The next few weeks passed in a daze as Andy spent most of her time working. She'd gotten a job right before Nick left as a bartender to pass continue to save up until she could move out.

The letters. They never came. It was like he vanished, and the longer the time passed the more it hurt. He did the one thing they swore they would never do to each other he broke her heart. She knew he was still alive or at least she'd hoped he was and before long the hurt turned to pain and pain to anger. She missed him.

Nick had been gone for a month and she hadn't heard from him at all. Stepping out of the shower Andy wrapped her towel around her and stood in front of her bathroom mirror. She signed heavily as she stared at her reflection. "Things aren't going to change on there own you know?" she said to herself as she opened her medicine cabinet. She reached for her facial toner and her hand brushed past the box of tampons. "Shit…" she sad under her breath as reality smacked her right in the face. Grabbing her towel tighter she scrambled to her room grabbing her calendar. Sure enough she was three weeks late.

I don't write...at all. However thanks to cold medicine and falling asleep to Rookie Blue I cannot get this dream out of my head...lol Reviews, thoughts, total hatred. Please share:)