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God's Good Grace- Part 2.
Sam was the best undercover cop anybody had seen. His tunnel vision helped him to stay focussed, solve numerous cases, and put many criminals behind bars. The problem with this tunnel vision meant he only ever saw the end goal. He never stopped to smell the roses; he would run straight past, never having time for niceties of the world.
Always chase the dream, never the goal … Always chase the dream, never the goal, the universe sighed in frustration. This was becoming their mantra.
His success was down to his unreadable face, which helped mask a myriad of emotions he could be feeling at any given point in time. Many seasoned officers in the force would make claim to nurturing this innate ability, but he learnt these skills from a very young age. His mother, a proud woman worked hard to provide for Sam and his older sister Sarah, working several jobs to make ends meet. She was their rock, and never went a day without telling them she loved them. His father on the other hand, was constantly in and out of jail, usually for several years at a time. Sam only ever met him twice in life, once when he was six and again when he was twelve. Sam had schooled the art of bluffing to such perfection, and could run his own master class. Normally when people asked where his father was, 'he's in the Navy' was his usual retort. He liked to keep things private and would rarely share his inner thoughts with anyone. His skills really came into play when the landlord came to collect rent, or when there was an outstanding bill that had not been paid.
'My mom is not here' he would say with a straight face. 'She's gone to visit her sick sister in Arizona…She just left ten minutes ago, she said she was going to pay the electricity bill, you just missed her…' His tales were endless.
Afterwards, his mom would appear from behind the door where she was hiding, letting out the breath she had been holding.
'You're a good boy Sammy; you know I love you right? Always,' she would say pulling him closer for a hug. He liked it when she called him Sammy. He like it even more when she hugged him, but of course he would never tell her that.
'I love you too mom.' And he meant it.
She was the only woman he had ever told that he loved, so when she died it hit him hard. It was just him and Sarah now; she was all he had in this world. He didn't need anybody, or want anybody else.
Just for now, Just for now, Just for now, the universe acknowledged his wishes in his moments of grief.
He went off the rails for a while, doing things he is too ashamed to admit now in order to make ends meet. More significantly, however he drew into himself more. His father had rung once, some years later, asking for help with bail money. He was looking at a long stretch in Kingston Penitentiary and needed to disappear fast. Sam sent him the money and his dad was true to his word. Sam never saw or heard from him again. So Sam drew into himself just a little bit further.
He had an epiphany quite sometime after her death. The universe watched him curiously, as he filled in an application to join the police force, and they felt a sense of pride. He was going to turn his life around, be different than his dad and make something of his life. They still needed to rescue him from himself, but it would take time.
Fortunately for Sam, the universe had all the time in the world. The reason for the universe's success and longevity, was mainly due to its patience and persistence, both of which they had in abundance. Patience was paramount, as these things could sometimes take a while, and persistence because they were forever fighting a negative force that wanted to leave destruction and misery as its calling card. Persistence allowed them to keep trying, to never give up and to plan their approach meticulously, so it was timed to cause the 'right' reaction.
Every action has a reaction, Every action has a reaction, Every action has a reaction, they regaled in their infinite wisdom.
Andy had a family now. Well, not a typical one, some would even say slightly quirky. But she wouldn't change Tracey, Dov, Chris even Gail for the world. She felt part of something solid for the first time in a very long time. Sam was part of that too. It had taken her a long time to realise it, but if she was being truly honest with herself (and she had started to do so much more recently) she had always wanted Sam, but the feelings he evoked inside made her uncomfortable. Her emotions became so extreme and heightened when around him that it terrified her. When he made her angry, she physically could do him harm, when he made her laugh her jaw would hurt so much from smiling and when he held her close she felt so safe that nothing could harm her. So when he rang her that night at the Black Penny, she wasn't surprised but at the same time she was not expecting it. He did however create a new emotion in her when she spoke to him. She felt hope. Hope that there was a possibility for them to be happy and normal. So when he asked to see her, she said yes with all her heart, allowing a few more bricks of her wall to fall away.
God's good grace, God's good grace, God's good grace, they chanted over and over again.
The second time they were together was even better than the first. He asked her to stay, and without hesitation she simply said 'ok.' She chastised herself for her past actions. She never wanted to run away from him again, she wanted to run to him. Andy was happy, Sam made her happy. The universe was content.
Love is patient, Love is kind, Love is patient, Love is kind. The universe was playing a symphony of love in their honour. It felt like they were at an exclusive party and they were the only two guests. They laughed, they talked, and they made love. She was truly happy. So when Brennan saw her the following morning, and questioned her for still being there with J.D, after all she should be back in Appleton, working in the wonderful world of insurance. They had to become 'J.D' and 'Candace' again and continue the pretence. They were both fully aware that Sam was still undercover, and it was always at the forefront of their minds.
Brennan seemed to believe her explanation, or so he said, but the universe knew otherwise. Things were not looking good, so the universe sanctioned them one more stolen moment, which would probably be their last.
'…not for another fifteen minutes' Sam said, when Andy wanted to flee.
'Fifteen minutes? Why?'
'We need to make sure he's gone. Do you understand?' he said calmly. Gripping her firmly by both her arms and turning her to face him.
Make it longer! Don't go just yet! One last time! Stay! they implored.
'Are you sure fifteen minutes is even enough? Huh?' she hastily added. She wasn't quite sure where the notion came from. The universe smiled.
So J.D and Candace became Sam and Andy once more. Languishing in a bubble sweat, lust and laughter, but mostly love. The universe did not rush them, it let them be, for soon they would be lamenting in tears, uncertainty and regrets.