Thank you to everyone reading and reviewing! I'm glad people enjoyed the first chapter, despite how sad it is. I know we've all had more sadness than we need lately with this show, but I really liked writing this story. Enjoy part two and don't forget to leave a review! :)

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Chapter 2

Sam and Andy stopped to pick up some boxes on their way to Sarah's the next day and Andy immediately began packing the items they already pulled aside while Sam continued going through his sister's belongings. She saw him pause every once in a while, pinching the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes and sighing or slumping down in a chair.

He had just sat down at the kitchen table when she walked over to him, putting a hand on his shoulder. "Those are beautiful," she said, nodding at two stunning champagne glasses sitting on the table.

"They were a prized possession of hers. It was one of the very few things she spent a ridiculous amount of money on. Sarah hoped to pass them down to children someday, wanted something that would become an heirloom," he said, pulling Andy down on his lap.

"What are you going to do with them?" she asked, knowing he was struggling with what to do.

"I mean, it's just etched glass. I don't even drink champagne." He rolled the stem of one of the glasses between his fingers.

"But they meant a lot to Sara," Andy said, vocalizing what Sam hadn't said.

"Yeah."

"So, take them. A month from now if you change your mind, you can get rid of them. If you leave them now, you can't get them back," she said, brushing her fingers along the side of his neck.

"You're the voice of reason," he said, smiling.

"That's what you keep me around for," she said, returning his smile.

Sam cupped the back of her neck and pulled her close so his lips could meet hers. "Keep you around for a lot more than that," he mumbled against her lips.

They spent a few more hours at Sarah's before heading back to the hotel to shower and get ready for the wake.

They walked into the funeral home and Andy couldn't get over how beautiful everything looked, from how the photos of Sarah were displayed to the flowers surrounding the casket. Sam never realized how many friends, neighbors and coworkers Sarah had, as one by one they came in to pay their respects and offer condolences. Andy obviously didn't know anyone, and Sam only knew a handful of people, but they all shared loving and funny stories about Sarah as they introduced themselves to Sam and explained how they knew his sister.

Andy had just come back from getting her and Sam some water when she looked toward the door and smiled at two familiar faces, Jerry and Oliver. She waved at them as they joined the short line to pay their respects. When Jerry and Oliver finally reached them, Andy could see how grateful Sam was.

"Thanks guys, it means a lot you came all the way down here," he said.

"C'mon brother. You know we had to be here for you," Oliver said, slapping Sam on the shoulder.

"She was a great woman, Sammy," Jerry said.

Sam nodded, swallowing the emotion he was trying to fight back.

"I remember the first time I met her," Oliver said. "The academy graduation and she was acting all mother hen on us. She cared about all of us even though she'd never met us before that day." Jerry nodded in agreement as he recalled the memory.

Sam looked at the ground as images of the memory popped up in his head. "She was only a few years older, but was always there to take care of me."

Andy rubbed a hand up and down his arm before looking over at Oliver and Jerry again. "Are you heading back tonight?" she asked.

"No, we'll be here for the funeral tomorrow. You guys up for dinner after this?" Jerry asked.

Sam seemed to be lost in his own thoughts, so Andy replied for them. "Sounds good. There's a pub down the street we can meet you at."

They agreed to meet there before Oliver and Jerry embraced Sam briefly in brotherly hugs and said their goodbyes.

Nearly two hours into the wake, Sam needed a break. He wasn't sure if he could hear 'I'm sorry' or 'It's so tragic' or 'She's in a better place now' one more time. Andy seemed to read his thoughts. "There's a back room Mary told me we could use if we needed a moment," she said, putting her hand over his.

He nodded, but as they stood up, a gentleman walking in the door caught Sam's eye. His fists clenched as he stalked over to him, with Andy trailing behind wondering what was happening. Sam poked his finger in the man's chest. "You don't get to be here. You were never there for her then. We sure as hell don't need you now." His voice rising with every word, heads started to turn toward them.

"Sam," Andy whispered.

He looked over at her and back at the man in front of him. "Get out." With that, he stormed off to the back room Andy had pointed to. She shrugged her shoulders at the man, not knowing what had just happened, and followed Sam.

When she closed the door behind her, she watched Sam pacing back and forth in the small room. "Sam...who is he?"

Sam scrubbed his hands over his face. "He's Peter Swarek. My father."

Her eyes went wide. She couldn't believe she didn't recognize him; he'd aged considerably from the photos she'd seen. After everything Sam had told her about his father, she never expected to see him here. She wondered if Sarah had secretly kept in touch with him or if she carried the same hatred Sam did.

"I just, I can't. If I go back out there, I'm going to punch him. I can't let that happen when Sarah is lying right there," he said, with anger clearly coming through his voice.

"Look, stay here, okay? I'll make sure he's gone. Okay?" When he didn't respond, she repeated her question. "Okay?" He finally nodded and she leaned up to place a kiss on his cheek.

She walked out of the room and quickly found the man in the crowd. She took a deep breath and walked over to him. "Excuse me? Mr. Swarek?"

He turned toward her and smiled, reaching out his hand. "Please, call me Peter. I'm Sarah's father."

"I know who you are Mr. Swarek," she replied, leaving his hand empty. "Sir, it's best if you leave. Right now."

"She's my daughter. I have every right to be here."

"That may be true, but my boyfriend and I are cops and we will have you arrested for causing a disturbance if you don't leave right now." She hoped he bought that as she knew good and well her and Sam didn't have any jurisdiction down here. "Look, I'll give you a moment to pay your respects to Sarah, if you wish, but then I must ask you to leave."

He knew where this was coming from. He knew his son was putting this woman up to this. He thought with what happened to Sarah, Sam might begin to forgive him, but he'd been wrong. "I didn't mean to cause him any pain. I just, I wanted to see my daughter one last time. Tell him..." He sighed, knowing there were so many things he wanted to tell Sam. "Tell him I'm sorry...for a lot of things." Leaving Andy standing there, he turned and walked out the door.

Andy walked back into the room where Sam waited. "Hey...he's gone," she said, walking over to him.

He circled his arms around her waist and rested his forehead on hers. "Thank you."

She wrapped her arms around him and rubbed his back. "There's less than an hour left and then you'll have some private time with her before they, you know, before they do whatever they do to prepare for tomorrow," she said softly.

"Don't leave." The words came out of his mouth before he could censor himself. He never let his emotions show like this. He didn't know what was happening, but when she said he'd have private time with Sarah, all he could think about was that he wanted her there with him. By his side, keeping him upright, telling him what to do, helping him get through this. He'd never relied on someone like this before, but Andy made it easy. She didn't question his actions, she didn't judge, she was just there for him.

"Never," she replied as she took his hand in hers and led them back into the viewing room.

Once everyone had left, Sam stood in front of the open casket looking down at his sister. "Hey Sar, it's just me." He cast a glance over his shoulder at Andy, who was speaking with Mary across the room. "Me and Andy. You'd like her. I wish you had gotten to meet her. I'm sorry I never took her to visit." He scrubbed a hand over his tired face. "I'm sorry I didn't visit more."

Andy walked up and placed a comforting hand on his back. He wrapped an arm around her waist with a firm grip on her hip. "I should've visited more, called more. I'm sorry sis," he said, eyes still on Sarah.

"She knew you loved her," Andy whispered in his ear.

"I didn't say it enough."

"She knew. You're her brother. And your actions say more than any words could. She knew, Sam."

"I love you Sarah. I'm gonna miss you. But you'll always..." He stopped speaking as emotion began to get the best of him. He took a couple of deep breaths and felt Andy's hand rubbing his back in soothing circles. "You'll always be in my heart."

"Sam, do you want...I can wait outside," Andy offered.

"No." He needed her by his side. He was pretty sure the only reason he hadn't collapsed to the floor at some point in the last 48 hours was because of her. "Stay."

She smiled at him and they stood there latched on to one another as Sam looked down silently at his sister. Sam wasn't ready for this to be over, as it was the last time he would ever lay eyes on his sister, but he knew it was time. "I don't know what I'm going to do without you, Sarah." He let go of Andy so he could lean down and place a kiss on Sarah's forehead. "Goodbye, sis."

He stood up and turned toward Andy. "I'm gonna hit the restroom and then we can get out of here."

Andy nodded and watched him walk away before turning back to Sarah. "Sarah...I know we've never met, but...I want you to know that your brother is the best thing that ever happened to me." She wiped away a tear that had escaped. "And I promise to always be there for him." She spared a glanced toward the restroom to make sure Sam hadn't come out yet. "I promise to make sure he gets through this and gets back to his life...because I know that's what you'd want."

She felt Sam's presence in the room again and walked over to meet him near the door. He grabbed her hand in his as they left the funeral home.

They met Jerry and Oliver for dinner and the three men told story after story about Sarah. Andy listened and laughed, and was glad to see some of the sadness removed from Sam's face for at least a couple of hours.

Oliver had been worried about his friend and how he'd take Sarah's death. He was afraid he'd find Sam holed up in a bar with a bottle of scotch, or anger seeping through every action he took, every word he spoke. But instead, what Oliver found was a normal grieving brother being comforted by his loving girlfriend. He smiled thinking about the affect Andy had on Sam. Losing Sarah was going to be hard on Sam, but Oliver was no longer worried his friend would go off the deep end. He had someone to ground him to life and happiness.

Sam and Andy left the restaurant and returned to the hotel, knowing they had to get up early for the funeral. They got into bed and Andy propped her head on her hand so she could look down at Sam as he lay next to her. "Tonight went well. A lot of people turned out for Sarah. And it was nice of Oliver and Jerry to come down," she said, placing her other hand gently on his bare chest.

"Yeah. Everyone loved her." His deep brown eyes met hers and were filled with sadness. "I wish you had gotten to meet her. I'm sorry I didn't bring you down here sooner."

She shook her head. "It's okay. I mean, I would've loved to meet her, but in a way I feel like I have...sorting through her things, looking through all those photos."

"She would've liked you," he said, causing Andy to smile.

They laid there silent for a few minutes until Andy spoke. "Is there anything else I can do? I want to...I feel like I should...I don't know." She hated that she couldn't take away the pain he was feeling, that she couldn't fix this for him.

"No, what you're doing, you being here, it's perfect." He smiled and shifted so he could place his hands on either side of Andy's face. "But, I need to forget. For tonight, for one night I need to forget that my sister is gone." He hated saying it like that, but he needed his mind cleared of his sister's accident, of the fact he couldn't protect her. He needed to lose himself in Andy and prayed she understood.

She shifted so she was straddling him, sitting lightly on his thighs. "I can make you forget," she said, smiling mischievously. His hands gripped her hips as she pulled her tank top over her head, revealing her bare skin, and tossed it aside. She put her hands on the bed on either side of his head so she could lean down to press her lips to his. She quickly deepened the kiss before letting her mouth travel down his neck, leaving kisses and gentle bites in her wake. His hands lightly grazed up her sides causing a shiver to travel down her spine. He loved that he had that effect on her with a simple touch, cause god knows, she had the same effect on him. She ground her hips against his. "Tell me what you want," she whispered in his ear seductively as one hand slid down his body and into his boxers. She grinned when she felt how much she was already making him forget.

Andy woke up first the next morning, legs tangled with Sam's, his arm lying heavily across her torso, his breath hitting her shoulder every time he exhaled. She turned her head and watched him sleep. It was the only time she'd seen him content since he got the phone call about Sarah.

She glanced over at the clock and realized they needed to get up soon to get ready for the funeral. She rolled onto her side and placed her hand on Sam's cheek, rubbing gently with her thumb. Her touch made him stir, tightening the arm around her waist and pulling her closer. He groggily mumbled something that she assumed was 'good morning' and she pressed her lips to his briefly.

"Morning," she said.

Feeling her staring at him, he forced his eyelids open and smiled when Andy's face was inches from his. "This is a beautiful view to wake up to," he said, as his hand skated up and down her bare back. Andy ducked her head sheepishly, thinking she was probably the farthest thing from beautiful as she lay there un-showered, with bedhead and un-brushed teeth. He loved seeing her blush, especially when he was the one causing it. He knew she didn't see how beautiful she was, but he saw her external beauty and felt her internal beauty every day.

"You ready for today?" she asked, her fingers moving from his cheek to his ear, stopping there to play with his earlobe.

"I guess," he said, shrugging his shoulders.

"I'll be right there, by your side, the whole time," she assured him.

"Only thing getting me through this." He stared into her eyes and she saw how heartfelt his statement was. "Thank you."

"Sam, you don't need to thank me. I want to be here. I want to help you through this."

Glancing behind Andy at the clock, Sam frowned. He could lay in bed all day with her and be happy, but they needed to get up and get ready for the funeral. Andy read his mind. "Yeah, we have to get up. I'll jump in the shower first," she said, pulling herself out of his grasp and rolling off the bed.

The funeral was simple, but beautiful. Andy thought Sarah had done a wonderful job with the choices she made. She sat solemnly with Sam, fingers intertwined through the whole service. His eyes were glued to the casket. There wasn't any type of graveside service, but Sam insisted on following the hearse and watching his beloved sister be put in the ground. If she had been watching anyone else through the morning, tears would have been falling from her face, but she refused to let emotion take over. She wanted to be strong for Sam. This was a time for him to break down, not her.

When they finally left the cemetery, they went back to the hotel to change out of their dress clothes before heading back over to Sarah's. They had plans to meet a woman who handled selling and donating items from people's estates since Sam couldn't handle everything himself once he went back to Toronto.

The woman arrived shortly after they did and he explained what he wanted to donate. She was very grateful and said she'd have people here the next day to start removing the items. They went through the items she would be taking before Sam gave her a spare key for the apartment and signed some forms.

Sam and Andy spent the afternoon doing one last check of the apartment and packing the boxes of what he was keeping into his truck. When they were finished they returned to the hotel to get cleaned up and headed to dinner.

It was such a nice night, they decided to take a walk after dinner. They walked around the quaint center of town, glancing in store windows. Each business they passed, Sam wondered if his sister had been a frequent customer there. Nothing could shake Sarah from his mind. Everything seemed to remind him of her. Andy squeezed Sam's hand that she held in her own.

"You okay?" she asked.

"Yes. No. I don't know."

"You know what? Today's a good day. It is. It is. Tomorrow's gonna to be much different. Yesterday we had the wake, today the funeral. Tomorrow there's nothing left to do. Tomorrow we're going to wake up and the world is going to expect it to be like any other day. But it won't be. It's going to take time, Sam."

Sam stopped walking and shifted so he faced Andy. "When we leave tomorrow, that's it. All that's left of Sarah is in my truck," he said.

"The best parts of Sarah, the best memories of her...they're all right here," she said, placing her hand over his heart. "She will always be with you Sam. Leaving here, going back to Toronto...it's getting back to your life. A life she would want you to be happy in."

"I failed her."

Andy quirked her eyebrows in question and waited for Sam to continue. "I failed to protect her. I was her brother and I promised to look out for her, but I wasn't there to protect her," Sam said.

"You couldn't be there every minute of every day. Accidents happen. And that's what this was, a horribly tragic accident," she replied.

Sam knew she was being the voice of reason, but ever since Sarah's attack it was burned into his brain that he had to protect those he cared about. And if he couldn't protect his own sister, how was he supposed to protect Andy. "But...I'm supposed to protect the people I love."

The look on his face told her he wasn't only talking about Sarah. "Sam..." she sighed.

"It's my instinct, to protect."

"And you do a great job at that. But some things are out of your control. I mean, if something happened to me - "

"Andy, don't," he cut her off.

Ignoring his protest, she continued. "If something were to happen to me, you can't blame yourself, just like you can't for a drunk driver killing Sarah." She reached out to intertwine her fingers with his.

They walked in silence, as they both let Andy's words sink in, and slowly made their way back to the hotel.

Andy glanced over at the clock before her eyes refocused on the ceiling. They'd gone to bed two hours ago and while Sam had fallen asleep quickly, Andy couldn't seem to. Her mind was racing. She'd never lost someone she loved as much as Sam loved his sister and these last few days had her wondering a lot about it. Her mom had left her when she was young, but she hadn't died, so it had been a different kind of sadness. She wondered how she'd deal with the grief if something happened to Traci, Chris, Dov, or even Gail. She'd had many sleepless nights thinking about her dad and if his drinking would take his life someday. But hypotheticals were different. She turned her head to look at Sam. She couldn't even imagine how she'd react if something happened to him. And that brought her back to the loss Sam was feeling.

Andy slid out from under Sam's arm and got up from the bed slowly, careful not to wake him. She padded to the bathroom, closing the door quietly before turning the light on. She sat on the edge of the tub, box of tissues in hand. She couldn't imagine losing the only real family you had left. She thought about all the family photos they'd looked at, the fun times, the sad memories. Tears streamed down her face, but she stifled any sobs that threatened to break through as she didn't want to wake Sam. She thought again about losing her dad, or Sam, and her heart broke because that's how Sam was feeling. She wondered how people recovered from losing people they loved. When the tears finally stopped flowing, she stood up and looked at her red, puffy eyes in the mirror. She splashed some water on her face, hoping Sam would never know she'd been crying. Shutting the light off, she opened the door softly, and quietly made her way back to the bed. She tried to make as little movement as possible as she laid back on the bed, and as Sam shifted she curled her body into him.

Sam had woken up the moment the warm body next to him had moved. He'd heard her enter the bathroom, saw the sliver of light beneath the door. When he didn't hear the sound of water, he knew. He just knew she was in there crying. With every ounce of his body he fought the urge to bust through the door. But he knew she didn't want to cry in front of him; knew she was trying to be the strong one for him. So, he laid there listening to the silence and waiting for her to come back to bed. When she finally emerged from the bathroom, he felt the bed dip with her weight and heard her sniffle as she curled into him. As she snuggled closer, he laid a protective arm around her.

The next morning, Sam woke up first and he let his fingers draw gentle circles on her back as he watched her sleep. He hoped someday he'd find a way to repay her for everything she'd done for him. He wasn't one to willingly let his emotions show, but with Andy, it was different. Without her by his side he would have crumbled. He traced her face with his eyes as he continued to watch her sleep. By the time he got to her lips, she shifted and her hand move to rest on his chest as he saw her eyelids flutter open. She immediately saw him staring at her and blushed, before burrowing her head into the crook of his neck.

"You were watching me sleep again," she mumbled into his neck.

"Good morning," he said, intentionally not giving her an answer. He knew it made her blush, but there was no way he'd ever stop staring at her beauty...even if she was asleep. He slipped the hand that had been drawing circles on her back underneath the tank top she wore, and rubbed soothingly up and down her back. "Don't be shy," he said, using the shoulder she was leaning on to nudge her.

She got the hint and lifted her head so she could look at him. "You're impossible, you know that?" Her smile told him she was anything but annoyed at him.

"Yup." He shifted them both so her full weight was on top of him. "But that's why you love me." He placed a kiss on her nose before his lips found hers.

An hour later when they finally got out of bed, they quickly showered and packed their suitcases. Sam had just placed his suitcase near the door when Andy walked up to him, wrapped her arms around him hugging him tight and rested her head on his shoulder. Stunned by the sudden affection as they were moments from heading out the door, Sam slowly circled his arms around her and held her close.

"You're gonna be okay," she said quietly.

"What?"

"I mean, when we leave, go back to Toronto, back to our life. You're gonna be okay. It's gonna be tough. She was everything to you. It'll take time, but soon all the happy memories will be what fills your head," she said.

He was shocked she seemed to know what he'd been thinking all morning. All he could think about was Sarah's death. Images of what the scene of the accident might have looked like ran through his brain, coupled with those of her lying on the metal table in the hospital. He'd been wondering how he was going to move on. How life was going to get back to normal now that he had no wake to go to, no funeral to focus on, no more of Sarah's things to sort through. But Andy was right. It was just going to take time.

"I know," he said, quietly. "Sarah might be gone…but, I still have you."

"You always will," she whispered.

Sam smiled. Yeah, with her by his side everything would be okay.

The End