A/N: I'll keep updating if you all keep reading! Just a disclaimer, their relationship will definitely have some rocky spots because I want it to be as realistic as possible, no matter how hard I ship them, and I want it to feel authentic.

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It had been two weeks since Andy was released from the hospital, two weeks since that fiery kiss. Sharon had moved Andy into her apartment, only for injury reasons and to help him recover. Rusty would just smirk at them, seeing how they were always within arm's reach of one another. 'Old people love' he called it, making Sharon and Andy both chuckle in an attempt to hide the awkwardness that surrounded them.

It was a Sunday, so Sharon was home from work, Andy still on medical leave. Rusty was spending the day at a friend's, leaving the two of them to discuss the inevitable.

"I'm sorry." Andy apologized, pressing his cane into the floor and hobbling towards the couch where Sharon sat.

"I'm not." She replied, pulling her legs up to her chest, "I'm sorry that we can't just be happy."

"I am happy!" He replied excitedly, sitting down next to her, "I'm safe and I'm here with you."

He nuzzled into her chin and began to leave a trail of hot kisses down her neck.

"Andy stop." She pushed him away and rose from the couch, scurrying off to the kitchen. She began preparing herself some tea and her body froze when she heard the 'click, click' of Andy's cane.

"Sharon, please talk to me. What's going on?"

"I don't know. I don't know what we're doing and I don't know how to make it right." She turned to face Andy but continued to look at the floor, "I'm still confused."

"It's okay sweetie." He reached out and placed a hand on her elbow, rubbing it gently.

"Sweetie?!" Her voice raised, "We kiss once and you think you own me! What is wrong with you?"

"I'm in love." He replied simply and smiled at her, "You don't feel the same. I get it. I'm not Jack. I better go." He hobbled away, grabbing his jacket before leaving. Sharon just stood in the kitchen, completely dumbfounded.

She found solace in the cold of her bedroom. The four walls made her feel trapped, but that's how she always felt. Trapped with Jack for twenty-some years. Trapped at work, forced to make difficult decisions. Trapped when it came to caring for Rusty. Then there was Andy. Everything was so confusing when it came to him. One moment he's her Lieutenant, the next they're making out and exchanging dirty words in a hospital bed. It was too much for her to handle, she never was good in social situations, even worse when it came to relationships and men.

She told him she loved him, but did she even understand love? She had fallen out of love with Jack years ago, but still continued to exchange the sentiment. He would come home drunk and smelling of smoke, spewing stories of how much he loved her and how much he wanted to be a better father and husband. She would always reply simply with 'I love you too Jack' even when she didn't believe it herself. Her definition of love had become so distorted over the years that she wondered if she would ever be able to 'truly' love again. The kind of love where you can look at someone and care about them for who they are, not the things they've done. The kind of love based on trust and understanding, not lies and slander.

She could see herself having that with Andy. She accepted his past and had moved on from it. He had done some stupid things, but then again so had she. They relied on each other for nearly everything, a shoulder to cry on, a ride to work if one of their cars was broken, but most importantly, for friendship. They were friends before anything else.

Sharon got up from where she was sitting on her bedroom floor, rubbed her puffy eyes, and fluffed her hair. She walked into the kitchen just as Rusty entered the apartment.

"Hey kiddo." She greeted, her voice hoarse.

"Hey Shar- are you okay?" The pain in her voice was evident.

"Fine Rusty. Don't worry about me." She didn't turn to face him. She knew doing so would only make him more worried and only make her cry. Darth Raydor doesn't cry, not in front of anyone.

"Sharon." He dropped his bag on the couch and walked over to her, spinning her by her shoulder, "Sharon what's wrong? Where's Lieutenant Flynn?"

"He left." She replied, turning back around, "We had a fight and he left. I deserve it."

"You don't deserve this." He gestured at her dissheveld appearance after spinning her around again, "Where is he?"

"Rusty, don't." She ordered, "You're not going to go find him. Lieutenant Flynn and I are both adults, we can take care of ourselves."

"You look like you're doing a terrific job." He shot sarcastically, rushing to his room and slamming the door.

Sharon let out a long sigh and slumped to the floor, cupping her face in her hands. It was going to be a long day.