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Chapter 9- Sleeping With The Enemy.

She was judging him, judging his actions; he could see it in her eyes.

She might not have meant too, but she was even if it was subconsciously.

And it wasn't how he wanted her to see him.

"Don't pity me". Yup, that totally slipped out, and harshly too. It was only because she was looking at him with so much pity that it made him wish he hadn't just told her.

But she was wondering.

He didn't lie, it was one thing that was totally against his principals. He could see her questions filling her eyes, so he answered, and it was blunt but it was the truth.

"I don't. I pity the people that you killed". She snapped back coldly.

Andy moved around Sam as she left the bathroom and made it into the bedroom.

He found her curled up into a ball on the bed, after taking a minute to pull himself together. Her face was angled towards the wall, away from him. She didn't want to look at him right now.

He closed the door that led upstairs and locked it. He set his gun down on the bedside table next to his side of the bed after checking that the safety was on.

Sam toed his shoes off, and left them where they fell with loud thuds next to the bed.

His actions could be deemed careless and reckless, leaving a loaded gun in full view of her, knowing that she knew how to use one. But she wouldn't - his gut told him that, and he always trusted his gut.

She was too fragile, too sweet and soft to use it to get out of here. And she wasn't stupid, she knew she was out gunned upstairs.

That was a whole lot of trust he had in her.

He sank down on his end of the bed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

How was it even possible for one person so frustrating?

And so appealing at the same time.

She just had the ability to make him want to be brutally honest and totally open; only thing was - he didn't think that she could handle the truth. Well, the unabridged version anyway.

"First guy pulled on me and fired. I hit him first because he couldn't shoot straight. Second guy broke into my house and tried to stab me while I was sleeping. He sliced up my pillow. The third one..."

This one was harder to admit than the first two. It was one he thought about everyday.

"The um... The third one was a friend that crossed sides and lines. He took a little girl and when we... stopped at his house, he fired first and hit me. But I always had better aim".

Andy had rolled over to face Sam's back as he spoke, her mind pondering why he was sharing the personal information with her.

He didn't seem like the type.

He was more the silent type, and he definitely was the secret keeping kind of person.

He had probably come clean when he figured that he had better sleep with one eye open if she thought he was a murderer.

Andy's face softened as she listened to him explain, when he turned slightly to see her. He wanted to know what was going on in her head, by reading her eyes.

For some reason he needed her to know the truth, he didn't want her looking at him like she had a few seconds ago.

"I'm sorry". Her voice broke through the quiet that loomed between them.

It astounded him that she would so freely give him an apology for something that he had gone through that had absolutely nothing to do with her.

She said the words like she was really remorseful that he had to endure that kind of experience.

"Don't be". Sam uttered without looking at her; he's seen enough so he looked away.

"Was she okay? The little girl?".

What was with this woman? She apologizes for something out of her control, and so passionately worries about someone she's never met. And so genuinely.

After that, Andy stayed distant.

It was as though she had changed, and became more withdrawn.

Sam left her cuff off, he didn't think that she would suddenly lunge at him. And she knew that they were in the middle of nowhere, so running was out of the question.

When he was with her, she hardly carried a conversation, and answered with minimal words when she was spoken too.

It was grinding his guts.

Over days she seemed to give up, losing her fire and spunk as she spiraled into a quiet mouse.

Most of the time, like now; she had curled up on the bed and watched TV in silence, her attention focused solely on the images dancing across the screen.

She had been this way for five days and Sam was really having a hard time dealing with the new Andy.

He missed the old one.

He really liked the old one.

The one that couldn't be quiet for longer than ten seconds, the one that would even talk to the TV. The one that would initiate a conversation with him about the most ridiculous topic and turn it into an intellectual conversation.

He missed the Andy that laughed so freely at him when he told her a bad joke.

She had drifted off to sleep a while ago, the slow methodical rise and fall of her chest telling him that she was settled under the wings of sleep.

He survived on minimal hours of sleep, so if he woke up he would lay still and watch her.

It creeped him out completely, that he was starting to watch her sleep, but soon it was an addiction he just didn't want to give up.

He would allow himself to watch her eyes flutter behind closed lids when she was dreaming, or the way she would sigh and pucker her lips before she would roll over. Or how she would sweep her hair out of her face, even in her sleep, if her hair was loose.

He hated that she was here, going through this; but right now there wasn't another choice but to keep her here.

He let his mind run over collective thoughts, his imagination even going so far as to briefly wonder what it would have been like if they met under different circumstances.

Andy felt an incredible heat surrounding her, like she was being engulfed by flames.

It spread over her hand, and up her arm all the way up to her face. Her right side was enthralled in the heat too, her leg and even her left foot.

Forcing herself to wake up, Andy jerked herself awake; her eyes flying open to hear her name called softly.

When her vision focused, and her head lifted a little, Sam's face came into focus, and it was much too close to her own to be considered normal.

A low chuckle sounded in her ear, a vibration under her as it emanated out of Sam's lips.

"Comfy?". He added when he saw the shock slip over the confusion on her face.

Andy looked down to find herself laying on Sam, she had been using him as a pillow.

"Warm up yet?".

Andy pulled away, right over to her own side of the bed, in one fluid motion, a mortified look on her face.

"Not funny!". She hissed out at his amusement.

From his words she gathered that she had been cold during the night; and no longer cuffed to the bed she had crept closer seeking warmth. And she had obviously told him something to the effect of that when he realized what she was doing.

"I'm not complaining".

When Andy looked back up at Sam, she found a fully fledged dimpled grin.

It was the first time she had seen him really smile, and up until now she hadn't even been aware that he had dimples.

"Jerk". Andy mumbled getting off the bed, the name calling half intended in regards to him hiding those dimples, and the other at herself for letting him actually wrap himself around her while she was sleeping.

Sam raised an eyebrow when she slammed the bathroom door closed, another chuckle escaping him as he shook his head.

She really was something else.

He had woken up when she had shifted closer, and curled up into his side.

He had tried to wake her up and get her to move away before she fully woke up and freaked out when she found him that close, and had the wrong idea.

She had mumbled that she was cold and slid closer, before she snuggled up and went back to sleep.

After that; Sam lay staring at the ceiling unable to sleep.

Yup, this was definitely comfortable.

Andy wet her face with cold water, it was like liquid ice but she didn't care.

She really needed it right now.

Lifting her head, she stared at herself in the mirror, water droplets still clinging to her face.

She had no idea what she was thinking, moving closer to Sam in her sleep.

Oh riiiggghhhtttt!

She hadn't been thinking, because she was sleeping.

How many times had she done it now that her cuff was off? More than this once? Did she only know about it now because Sam was so busted?

When she came out of the bathroom, Sam was missing. Thankfully.

But his absence did little to get the embarrassment to die down.

She was ambling at round the room blushing, really happy that he wasn't here to see it.

It was something he really did not need to know. That he made her blush.

"You still won't admit it will you?". Bobby's voice whispered in his ear as he poured coffee into his travel mug.

Sam's eyes gave her a hardened stare, willing her to say one more word. Just daring her too.

"I can see it, so I just don't get why you won't... Do anything about it".

"Look at you, you know how hard this is right? And you're a lot stronger than she is". Sam whispered back, earning a groan from Bobby.

"Sam, that's different and you know it".

"How is it any different? She's not cut out for this".

"I need you to bring back more milk this time, need a list?". Bobby's voice was suddenly much louder, telling Sam that their private conversation was over.

"I think I got it". Sam said as though they were having an average conversation about re-stocking the kitchen.

A soft knock on the door made Andy look up to find it swing open and Bobby's smiling face lurking behind it.

"Coming up? The guys left so we're alone".

Andy nodded before standing up and following Bobby upstairs.

Sam eyed Lars in the rear view mirror as he drove them into town.

Damian wanted to get supplies before things got too busy or risky.

They elected on taking two cars, one for supplies and the truck for wood from the supplier just outside of town.

Sam, Elliot and Lars would be getting the supplies while Scott went with Damian to get the wood, and then they'd all meet up at the diner for breakfast.

Lars was jumping out of his skin at a chance to go to the diner in town, he was sweet on the waitress and they had always openly had a connection since the first time he went there with Sam and Damian.

Sam remembered the kids face when the waitress smiled his way and walked into another customer because she wasn't paying attention to where she was going. That was the first time they met.

That was almost a year ago, a few weeks after they found him.

That night they had; had a meeting at a club in Toronto city centre with guys interested in buying AK-47's from South Africa. When they left Bobby heard moaning coming from an alley so she asked Sam to take a look.

Sam found Lars badly beaten and barely alive, so Bobby adopted him and made the guys take him home, where she patched him up and got him back to healthy.

Lars was a good kid, kept his nose clean, followed orders and always addressed Bobby as 'Ma'am' and Sam as 'Sir'.

It was his way of showing respect.

Damian had let Bobby keep her stray, because they didn't have kids and he knew it was one thing she wanted. Desperately.

"Buy her a giant pink teddy bear" Sam suddenly blurted out when Lars caught him staring in the mirror.

"Sir?". The kid was clearly confused, his green eyes furrowed under a mop of unruly sandy-brown hair.

"She has a kid Lars, get the kid a teddy bear. Biggest one you can find".

The waitress had slammed into Sam a while ago and dropped her bag; emptying its contents all over the floor.

Helping her pick up the scattered items, Sam noticed a small pink monkey, the size of his hand and a pink baby rattle.

She had a daughter, why else would she carry baby toys in her handbag? Only a mother would do that.

It also explained why she always looked so tired and always breezed in the door running late.

She was a tired, single mom, struggling to make a life for herself and her kid.

Lars wasn't the kind of kid to be distanced by the fact that the girl he was sweet on had a kid; as long as the dad wasn't in the picture.

He wouldn't poach territory.

"Yes! Thank you Sir". Lars said as if Sam had given him he key to finding a reason to really talk to the girl. They'd talked, but obviously that wow factor was still missing- the one that would prove he was interested.

They stopped at the store for supplies and gave their order, they'd be back after breakfast to pick it up.

Sam added some candy bars to the giant pink and white teddy bear that Lars decided on before they left for the diner.

Her face was priceless when Lars handed it to her. It was almost as big as she was, and the sudden appearance of watery eyes told him that nobody had ever made such a heartfelt gesture towards her or her kid.

The others arrived, Damian joining Sam and Elliot at their table, while Scott and Lars filled another.

After they got their coffees and ordered their food, Damian set about talking business.

He was still pissed with the fact that the Russians were trying to move in on their deal with the Chinese. That's how they ended up getting shot.

But the Chinese had set up another meeting with Damian, they disapproved of the way the Russians behaved and did business.

Only problem was, it had been moved to another three weeks away.

"I wanna cut the kid". Sam said looking in Lars' direction.

"Why?". Damian didn't sound annoyed by Sam's request.

"Look at him. Give him his cut, and a legitimate car, and cut him loose. Let him take the girl and start over".

Damian stared at Sam. He had never seen a soft side of Sam, except the night that Sam got into it with Scott because of the cop.

"He's Bobby's stray".

"But he's a good kid. He won't snitch, not when he has something to lose".

"Giving him a cut now is gonna set us back Sammy" Damian was always business first.

"We've got three weeks. We pull another job, and we still have Tony's cut. We just need something small, and the cars and we're good to go".

Damian was thinking over Sam's words. They made sense.

They were planning on stealing three cars for the movement of the shipment, then they would trade it to their own, and leave town with minimal possessions and their cargo.

That was the plan.

"And your girl?". This time it was Elliot that asked the question.

"She's not my girl. And... She stays".

"Thank you". Andy said as she left the table after breakfast.

Bobby always made good food, and they always made sure that Andy was fed. If it wasn't her, then it was Sam.

In the sixteen or so days Andy had been here, she had only seen pizza once, the rest of the time it was a home cooked meal.

Her laundry also always magically disappeared out the bathroom and returned clean to the top of the drawers.

"So, why are you so mad at Sammy?". Bobby asked as she set the dirty dishes in the sink and turned on the water to wash them.

"I'm not".

Andy's answer made Bobby giggle.

"How long have you been here?". Andy changed the subject as she handed Bobby her dirty plate.

"Couple years".

Ouch, that was not what Andy wanted to hear.

"Look, things are really complicated right now, but..."

Andy didn't like the sentence hanging on 'But'.

"Sometimes things just need a little time to adjust you know".

Andy nearly dropped the pan she was intending on holding out to be washed.

"We're leaving in a few weeks anyway...". Bobby trailed off sadly.

"Leaving?". Andy spluttered the word out.

"Yup, moving on".

Andy didn't say much in reply, she didn't really have anything to say to it.

She had a wave of insecurity pass over her as well as a few random feelings that she couldn't name.

Except maybe the one that she could label a sense of missing.

Like she would miss this. Miss Sam.

"Would you come with us if he asked you too?".

Bobby was watching Andy carefully as she asked the question.

But Andy shook her head no.

"I have a life, a job, family and friends".

"You have Sam too" Bobby said before turning away.

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