So, I'm posting this chapter now because I'm going to the states to go shopping and no one can find me and kill me XD This has been fairly fun, not my favorite story and could have been planned better. But it was fun none the less.
So, tomorrow or the next day, I'll post the horror story I was talking about. I actually posted 2 chapters of it before, but no one reviewed or really read it at all. So now that people know how I write and stuff…
Anyways, thank you, all of you. I loved the reviews! SO many of them made me laugh and gave me means to keep going even when I thought the story was going absolutely nowhere. I appreciate the time you took to write such fantastic things and hope my next Rookie Blue story will be as much fun as this.
"Alright, Miss McNally, go change back into your clothes and we'll get the discharge papers." The Doctor with an English accent handed Andy a neatly folded set of clothes; her pajamas, to be exact. She nodded, leaving into the bathroom. Sam stood, sizing up the doctor for a moment.
"So what about the last week or so? She doesn't remember anything that happened?" Sam crossed his arms, his chest rather tight and eyes burning. He knew this feeling; tears pending to fall. He blinked his eyes rapidly every time the Doctor looked away, trying to push the feeling back. He hadn't cried hard in years, the few tears that fell when he found a disheveled and shoeless Andy standing in the middle of the station hadn't count.
"We did tests, covered bases, and asked numerous questions that simply drained her energy farther than before. Mister Swarek, this is what is known as a medical anomaly. We are simply proud she has regained conscious memory of her life before this ordeal happened. Give her a couple of days to rest up and she'll even be ready to return to work. Thank you for bringing her in so fast. I'll have her papers ready for you to sign as a second signature. Pardon me." She slunk past him, heels clicking down the hallway. Sam sat down, unable to fill his lungs. Andy had forgotten it all. How does one go about telling another of a romance if they didn't remember they were involved?
Andy cracked the door open, clad in a tank top and shorts, sweater pulled on but she visually shivered. Sam pushed off his leather jacket and, rather chivalrously, pulled it onto her strong shoulders. She smiled softly in thanks, sitting at the table to wait for her papers. She tapped her fingernails against the wood, humming an unfamiliar tune. Sam couldn't even look at her, knowing he would break down into unmanly sobs and shakes. With a few moments filled with the scribbling of a pen and the tapping of a foot, the papers were filled and she was ready to leave. The car ride was relatively silent.
"So, you've been staying with me since this entire ordeal happened?" Andy yawned. Sam grumbled positively in return, Andy nodded and staring out her window.
"I appreciate that even if I don't remember it, you know. Not a scratch on me. You're one hell of a partner, Sam." She smiled through her words, but Sam was growing more depressed by the second. He was losing her, he had lost her. Everything he worked to earn, every bit of information he pried from her lose, but truth speaking, lips? Gone. Wasted effort at its finest.
"I'm not accusing or anything…" Andy started, Sam perking up at her tone. He knew that tone anywhere; that was her curious tone. The tone where she was trying to hide her curiousness but it never worked. Well, it probably did work. But Sam knew better than that now, almost smiling through the sinking feeling in his chest.
"… did anything happen? While you were taking care of me… uh, like…" She scratched her chin, searching for the proper words.
"Like, between us in any way?" Andy mumbled, suddenly awkward and over thinking, like her normal self.
Sam looked up, heart racing within his chest cavity. This was it. The single shot he had to admit his feelings and the truth. His mind pounded at a thousand miles per second, processing the perfect words to sweep her off her feet.
"I took one look at you and I was a goner. The first day on the job, that awful undercover prostitution set up, before the black out, after the black out. I've had feelings for you and it hurt so much because it was this huge secret to only you. Everyone else knew but you, vice versa with myself. It took you losing your memory to tell me those feelings and for me to tell you just how I felt… I know you may be upset with me, as if I took advantage of you. But that wasn't my intention and you know I would never take advantage of you… ever.
Andy, you just don't understand how much I've wanted… no, needed you over the months we've spent working together. It's like a drug, being around you. The longer I've spent with you, the more dependent I become. Seeing you is the only motivation I need to get out of bed in the morning on those bad days. I've gotten into more fights outside the Penny with guys who have said disgusting comments about your body and job than I can count… and I'd fight millions more if that meant protecting your honor. Not like you need protecting, you're the strongest women I know besides my sister, and that says a lot.
This past week? I've gotten to hold your hand, kiss you, and worship you for all you stand for. I don't think I can go back to whatever we were doing since before all this, knowing how perfect your fingers fit between mine. It was like falling in love with you… twice."
Of course, being Sam Swarek, it didn't come out like that.
"Nothing happened, Andy." He smirked and shook his head, taking her statement as a joke. Andy simply nodded, going back to looking out the window in deep thought. He helped her up, Andy giving him a short, friendly hug. Sam and Andy parted ways, not to see each other until the start of the next week, in which she arrived with a large smile and in full uniform. The hopped into their usual squad car, starting the shift on a rather quiet note.
Sam would never be able to tell Andy just what happened during that time of lost memory and he supposed that it was for the better. She would simply over think it and blame him for taking advantage of her. If anything, she would hate him. Sam, however, would always have those words she muttered in the early hours of the morning. It was almost enough to make him smile into his coffee, the memory of her messy hair and beautiful doe eyes gazing up at him. Someday, she would say it. Someday sooner or later, she would. Until that day, he would replay those words in his head every morning when he opened his eyes.
"I know I loved you before… I'm sure I will again."
Left it fairly open ended for you there, made it so you can believe whatever you want to happen! Maybe I'll revisit this with another chapter of a different ending, but don't count on that. Usually, when I do rewrite an ending, I hate it and it pisses me off even if you guys love it XD
Well, it's been a ride. See you in a few days with that horror story!
xoxoPN