Here's #2! Remember, none of these are related - each is just a scenario that I'd want to see on the show but know it's never gonna happen. :)

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Andy let herself in the front door, quickly stepping inside and shutting it softly behind her, careful not to wake the supposed-to-be-sleeping man inside. She toed off her shoes and made her way up the stairs to his bedroom. When all she found was a dark room with a bed containing only rumpled sheets, her brow furrowed. She went downstairs and padded her way to the living room at the back of the house and stopped as soon as she saw him.

He was wrapped in a blanket on the couch, snoring like a chainsaw as an old western movie played softly on the TV in the background. His sock clad toes stuck out at the bottom of the soft, fleecy throw and tissues littered the top of the coffee table. Andy grinned as she took the last few steps over to him and squatted down. She reached out and put the back of her hand gently against his forehead, feeling his temperature. Well, he was definitely still sick. She stared at him for a few seconds more and moved her hand down to cup his scruffy cheek before leaning forward to press a kiss to his forehead. She stood and made her way to the kitchen in search of some soup.

As she stood at the stove stirring, she jumped a little as two strong arms circled her waist before leaning back into them.

"When did you get here?" He asked, his voice gruff with sleep and soreness.

Andy set the spoon beside the stove and turned in his arms. "A little bit ago. How are you feeling?"

He shrugged, trying to downplay his symptoms. "Never better," he tried, plastering a fake smile on his face.

Yeah, she saw right through that in an instant. "Ha, yeah right, Swarek. Try that again when you're not as hot as a furnace and your eyes aren't sunken in."

"Yeah, well, a guy can always try."

She hummed, bringing her hands up to rest on his shoulders. "Seriously though, how bad is it?"

He sighed, deciding to tell the truth. "Better than yesterday, I guess. My head still pounds and my nose is like Niagara Falls, but at least I can stand to watch TV today without getting nauseous."

"Is that what prompted the change of scenery? Or are you just trying to get everybody else sick around here?" She joked.

"I," he drew out the sound before suddenly feeling a little dizzy.

"Whoa, you alright there?"

He nodded, which in turn made the room spin a little more. He leaned forward to rest his head on her shoulder. "Yeah I'm just," he exhaled, "a little dizzy."

She let him rest his head for a few moments and then she felt him nuzzle into her neck, his two days' worth of stubble scratching her. She giggled a little and felt him press a hot kiss against her neck. "I thought you were dizzy."

"I was," he murmured, long and slow, and kissed her neck again.

All of a sudden he erupted into a nasty coughing fit and pulled away from her, shielding his mouth with one of his hands. She moved her hands to his waist and started to guide him back out to the living room. "Okay, now that you've just infected me, let's get you back on the couch, lover boy."

Sam let her drag him along and settle him back on the couch. When she moved to walk away he reached out and grabbed her arm, pulling her back a little.

"Um," he hesitated, unsure of how much he could demand from her, "was that soup you were making in there?"

She grinned, "Yeah. It should be ready soon, just sit tight."

After the soup was ready and served, they sat on opposite ends of the couch watching the western play on TV. Andy set her bowl down and pulled her knees up to her chest and turned to him. "So, I gotta ask." He turned to look at her, spoon full of soup en route to his mouth. "What's with the old westerns, John Wayne?"

He grinned at her and shrugged, turning his attention back to the movie. A few seconds passed before he answered. "I don't know, it's just something I've always done when I'm sick. Even when I was a kid, Sarah would put one on and for some reason they always made me feel better."

Andy nodded, taking the information and mulling it over in her head. This guy had so many quirks, and whenever one was revealed to her, it never failed to amaze her at how amazing this guy really was.

They sat in comfortable silence for a while watching the movie, and eventually she noticed Sam starting to drift off, his head falling to the side as he fought to stay awake. Andy extended her legs along the couch and moved them to one side. She reached forward and pulled at his t-shirt clad shoulder until he got the idea of what she wanted. As he was moving down the couch towards her he mumbled, "Wait, what if I get you sick?"

"I think I've already been infected with your earlier affections, it'll be alright."

He paused, his brow furrowed as he thought it over, "You sure?"

She rolled her eyes and tugged at his shoulder some more, "Yes, Sam, I'm absolutely positive. Now get up here."

He obliged, scooting the rest of the way up on the other side of her legs and laid down, resting his head on her chest, all while mumbling stuff under his breath about her being bossy. Andy ignored him and concentrated on the feel of his heart beating against her body, strong and powerful, a complete contrast to his exterior at the moment. Once he was fully settled, his arm draped across her middle and his breathing evening out, she brought her hand up to thread though his hair while the other smoothed comforting patterns across his back.

She was about to drift off herself when he spoke, a rumble she felt against her chest. "Hey Andy?"

"Hmm?"

He sighed, "Thanks for, you know, being here."

She smiled against his head, "Anytime, Sam, anytime."


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