I don't know if you guys would like this, but I have a horror Rookie Blue story stowed away. Horror is actually what I enjoy writing more than weird romance XD
So, let me know? I'ma post it anyway. But let me know XD
The music blared as they waited in line to the club; Driver and herself. They were pumped for a night of dancing. She pulled her hair into a lovely pony tail, much like the ones she pulled for work, but had much more class. A bundle of curls hung behind her, high upon her head. Driver helped her tighten the pony tail, ensuring it wouldn't fall out while she thrashed and performed upon the spotlight dance floor.
"You sure you want to do this, baby girl? You might ruin a good thing and all." Driver patted her shoulder. She nodded with a smile, red lips curved to match the happiness swelling inside her. Driver smiled in return, patting her shoulders.
"It's taken to long. I've got to."
Andy caressed her head, groaning. She grasped the hand that was sprawled across her stomach and-
Wait. Hand?
"Hey, sleepy head." Sam pushed the brunette locks from her face, Andy quickly wiping drool from her cheeks. Sam snorted, rubbing the back of his hand against her other cheek and helping her sit up. She groaned, feeling her back crack.
"What time is it?" Andy yawned, rubbing her eyes free of sleep. To her surprise, Andy felt Sam's warm hands grip her shoulders with an angel's touch.
"Nine P.M. No worries, you have lots of time to regulate your sleep cycle." Sam blinked a few times, Andy noticing that he had taken a nap when she had. She fixed her position, laying her head back down upon his thigh. She felt like she belonged there, deep within her heart while her memories spoke of nothing of the sorts. Sam didn't seem to mind at all.
"I keep remembering this girl. Beautiful complexion with a darker skin tone. Her smile is so white. I feel like I know her, but I can't place her. She was the designated driver that night." Neither could Sam, without a more descriptive outline of the woman in question. He had a creeping suspicion. As if it was meant to be, a soft knock rapped upon the door. Sam tapped her shoulders, a signal to stay, and went to answer. There stood Traci Nash with white roses, in full uniform, and a pained expression.
"I can't believe I let this happen to her." She came right in, grabbing a vase from the cupboard like she owned the place. Placing the beautiful flowers upon the table, looking into the living room, she sighed in relief. Sam then put two and two together, taking a deep breath.
"It's not your fault. It's whoever tried to take advantage of her in her state."
"I was in charge, I was sober, I shouldn't have left to the bathroom, and I looked all night for her. Andy, are you okay?" Traci sat next to her best friend, wrapping her arms around the confused looking copper.
"Hey, she's the girl from my memories." Andy pointed, looking to Sam for direction. Sam nodded with a smile, encouraging her to talk to the girl who had tears streaming down her face. And gently wiped the tears off from the foreign face.
"Andy it's me-" Traci wanted to tell her everything; how she was the cause of it all.
"No! Don't tell me. I want to try and figure it out myself." Andy smiled with an affirmative nod, accepting the self-proclaimed challenge. Traci merely smiled, thinking how she was still stubborn through all of this.
"I'm glad you're physically okay. Everyone down at the station is worried about you baby girl."
"Yeah, they must be. Too bad I can't remember any of them. I'm glad Sam is taking care of me." Andy scratched her head at the look Traci was currently giving her. Sam laughed, going into the kitchen to make some coffee.
"So… Sam. He's a real cutie huh?" Traci prodded, earning a blushed cheek tone from Andy. She nodded and giggled along with her new found friend. Andy took a moment during her laughing fit to diagnose the situation. The way this girl talked to her was in a friendly fashion. They must be close, if not best friends. That would explain why she was with her at the club, helping her style her hair.
"You're name is… it starts with a… Traci. Your name is Traci! SAM, I GOT IT! I mean, I don't really remember you well. But you're Traci and you're my best friend!" Andy jumped up, hugging her friend tightly. Sam merely chuckled, bringing out two mugs of coffee for the girls.
"Can't Swarek, Shaw and I are doing rounds tonight. He's making me drive so I gotta be there early. Take good care of her. I know you will." Traci punched Sam in the arm with a hearty laugh and a wink, blowing a kiss to Andy and jogging out of the apartment.
"I love her." Andy beamed, taking a sip of the perfectly stirred coffee from the green mug. Cop of the Year was scrawled on the side in Sam's writing. He had given it to her as a joke gift last Christmas. Sam gave her a hug, sitting next to her upon the warm couch they had spent most of their time on since the ordeal.
"I'm glad you're starting to have triggers into memory. I can't wait to have my old partner back."
"It helps to have you around. If it were just me here, I wouldn't even open the door for her because I'd be too scared. Someone did this to me and I don't know why or even how. I don't know how to thank you for being a constant in my life."
"Don't worry about it, Andy."
"No really, let's get coffee. On me, right now." She pulled a twenty dollar bill out of her pocket and waved it in his face. Sam refused, but Andy soon forced him out the door with keys in hand. They drove to the nearest Tim Horton's and got two coffees and a dozen donuts. Back at their apartment, they joked around, Sam speaking of older days.
"And then you totally bombed the undercover investigation! I told you that you should have worn the leopard print!" Sam laughed so hard he had to put his coffee down, unable to breath. Andy held her face in her hands, laughing but obviously embarrassed. Sam patted her back, doing his best to keep some composure. Finally, their laughter died, the sounds of sipped coffee and the occasional sigh of content ripping through the silence. A wave of silence overtook the pair, crickets chirping loud enough to pierce ear drums. Andy looked over, leaning and kissing his cheek.
"Thanks for everything." Andy whispered, leaning hear head upon his shoulder. Sam sighed, rubbing her fore arm lightly. She walked off to bed, leaving Sam with a grin.
It's late, just finished two ten page essays. I'm goin' to bed XD
xoxoPN