I was just guessing
At numbers and figures
Pulling the puzzles apart
"Where's Candace?" The way he asked, made Sam's stomach turn. He felt cold, but not from the draft in the window. His skin was crawling.
"Uh, she's not back yet…" Everything after that point in the apartment was a blur.
His eyes opened and he couldn't see anything. He could hear the creaking of floor boards, but there was a cloth covering his face. If he could just get his eyes to focus… Maybe he could see through the cloth… Then it was gone. And he could see. But he couldn't focus…
Questions of science
Science and progress
Do not speak as loud as my heart
"Where the hell is Candace?" His mind was wandering to all sorts of horrifying things, things he knew the man in front of him was capable of.
"Well, I gave her a ride." Through the blur and haze, Sam could see a smirk appear on the man's face.
"What did you do to her?"
"Oh, we went to the marina," he said without flair, "walked around, had a talk. Had to warn her that you are a deceitful son of a bitch." He set a stool in front of Sam's chair and sat for a moment.
"She was almost willing to defend you to the death."
Sam's breathing stopped. Death. Death?
"What did you fucking do to her?"
"What I do best, copper." He walked out of the room and Sam could hear something being dragged into the room. He was pulling a tarp. Opening it, Sam saw what he hoped he wouldn't. He saw the thing he'd had nightmares about for months.
Oh tell me you love me
Come back and haunt me
Oh and I rush to the start
He never had the chance to tell her. To tell her how long he'd… He would have done anything for her. Died in her place millions of times over. "Andy!"
He couldn't breathe, he was tied to this fucking chair and he couldn't move. And suddenly he was knocked backwards. "So she was a cop, too. Honestly hadn't guessed. Just knew she was more important to you than you let on. She was better than you are…" He could hear him chuckle, cynically.
"Let's have a drink, eh?"
Running in circles
Chasing our tails
Coming back as we are
He fought, but he didn't know what he was fighting for. "So, why don't you tell me what happened to my family?" Sam barely registered the man talking. His eyes were locked on Andy's body. There was blood smeared across her clothes, and a large gash across her otherwise flawless face. Her cheeks, that hours before had been dark pink from passion, were much less pink now. She still had some color. She had too much color to be dead.
Nobody said it was easy
Oh, it's such a shame for us to part
"I don't know what happened to your family, Jamie! Let me keep mine! Andy!" He could hear the metallic click of a gun being loaded. She was stirring a little. He could see her eyes flutter a little, before looking in horror from him, to the barrel of the gun that was pointed at his chest. Jamie Brennan laughed a bitter laugh, and turned the aim of the firearm from Sam to Andy.
Before Sam could even say another word, utter another sound, move a single muscle, the trigger was pulled. She was dead. And the gun was now hot against his temple.
Nobody said it was easy
No one ever said it would be so hard
He felt pain in his head, it rippled across his body. He felt his entire body jerk, as though it was falling.
I'm going back to the start
The pain was more like he was hit in the head with an elbow than with a bullet. He wanted to reach up and feel what the damage had been, and he realized he could move his hands. He allowed himself to open his eyes, and tried to focus. His eyes converged on the ceiling fan, as it turned slowly. Recognition ran through his body as did acute relief.
This was his home. He was in his bed. He turned his head to the right and saw her. Her face was jumbled up into a grimace, and her limbs were moving around restlessly tangled in the covers. He sighed as he realized that he was hit in the face with an elbow.
He shook her, slightly, whispering, "Andy, Andy wake up." There were tears drying on her face. She must have been dreaming, too.
He watched as she opened her eyes. He had never been so happy to look into those brown eyes as he was at that moment. Deep brown ones that had just moments ago, been scrunched in horror. He could hear her exhale sharply, and felt her tremor as she began to cry.
"Andy, it was just a dream." He pulled her close, as close as he possibly could, and felt her shift, so that she was laying across him, as if they were meant to be a single entity. It reassured him, knowing she was very much alive.
"No. Sam, it was a nightmare." He felt her press her hot forehead into his, as he looked into her wild eyes. She pushed her body into his, he could feel himself sinking further into the mattress. They were silent for a few moments, and he didn't move, save drawing his arms around her back to rest on her bare shoulder blades. He found peace in the sound of her breathing, now slowing from the panicked rate it had been when she awoke.
"Do you want to talk about it?" he asked, plainly. He didn't want to talk about his, so he expected even less of her.
She shook her head slightly. "No." He could feel her head come to rest next to his, her nose at his ear, her tears against his cheek. In a hushed tone, he heard, "I love you, Sam."
He could barely hold his own emotions back. His voice, husky from sleep said simply, "I love you, Andy."
There is part 2. I so apreciate the reviews. I have some other ideas spinning. (Only 8 months, lol!)