Hey you. Yes, YOU. Tired of no new fanfics to read? YOU can do something about it! I posted an idea on Tumblr about everyone writing one fic and posting it within the next couple days to encourage the old ff authors to write more. The reasoning is that if they see us trying, us average crappy-writing fans, maybe they would give it another shot. Even if it doesn't work, we will still have several new fics to read! I'm not the greatest writer (far from it) but here's my fic.

"Ow…" Andy whispered. "My ribs hurt."

Sam looked down at his hand on her stomach guiltily. "I will try to be more gentle. Sorry." He brushed his fingers along her ribcage gently as she pulled him down for another kiss. He nudged her lips softly with his, trying not to hurt her more. He kept it slow, thinking how grateful he was that she was here, with him, and not in a hospital or worse. Sam hummed against her, an idea coming to him.

"Stay here." He pulled away and slipped off the bed.

Andy lifted her head to watch, but quickly laid back, hissing at the sharp pain in her ribs.

With a quick glance over his shoulder to make sure she wasn't following, he headed into the bathroom and ran water for the bathtub. When it was the right temperature, he set the stopper.

Andy had turned on her side facing the door when he entered his room, watching him with a small smile on her face she was obviously trying to tamp down. He knew she could hear the water running.

"Come on," he said as he leaned down to kiss her forehead. "A bath will help with the soreness."

"Oh? You joining me would also probably help." Andy said as she sat up, tilting her head up to look at him.

Sam kissed her quickly in reply, pulling her up.

By the time they made it to the bathroom, the tub was nearly full, so Sam shut the faucet off before turning to the woman beside him.

"Arms up," he muttered. Andy complied, and he lifted her shirt off carefully, holding his breath as he saw the bruises forming along her stomach. He composed himself silently and helped her out of the rest of her clothes and into the water.

She let out a long sigh as the warmth seeped into her, soothing her ribs. She noticed her boyfriend hesitating, so she grabbed his hand and pulled slightly, silently telling him to come in.

"You won't hurt me, Sam," she said, knowing what he was thinking about. Sam saw the trust in her face and knew she was right. The problem was he also couldn't always protect her, a fact that had hit him today like a ton of bricks.

He slipped off his shirt, jeans, and boxers and carefully sat down behind her, tugging her back against his chest. He pressed his lips to her shoulder.

"You were right. Earlier, I mean," he admitted as she turned her head to see his face. He cleared his throat and swallowed hard before continuing, finding it hard to get the words out without drawing staggering breaths. "I thought I'd lost you. I could have lost you." His arms tightened around her.

"I'm okay, Sam. I'm not going anywhere." Her voice was strong and sure.

He closed his eyes and kissed her temple, letting her promises calm him.

"I love you, McNally," he whispered. "More than anything."

"The feeling's mutual, Detective." She smiled up at him. "You know, Traci was telling me something in the locker room earlier-"

"I'm not sure if I want to hear you and Nash's girl talk," he teased.

Andy rolled her eyes. "It's not girl talk. I actually didn't really know what she was talking about. Something about fairytales being twisted and that we should stick to what's real."

Sam hummed in reply and was silent for a few minutes, thinking about his life. For him, there was nothing more real than his honeymoon-phased relationship with Andy.

"Nash doesn't know what she's talking about," he commented. "Our fairytale is real."