A/N: Okay,okay! My sincerest apologies for the delay! I also promised you the "big" chapter, but that'll be next chapter because this one was getting massive in length, so this is more or less the boring blah, blah that gets us where we need to be. I'm not sure how happy I am with it and I probably owe that to the fact that I wasn't incredible thrilled while I was writing it, though now I am in a great mood since I just re-watched the Rookie Blue Season 1 Pilot, with a live re-tweet on Twitter! Enough of my rambling, here you go!

Disclaimer: I own nothing Rookie Blue.

CHAPTER 11

Andy wanted to talk to her dad, she missed him but part of her was afraid of being hurt even more, "…I don't think I could take it if he didn't actually go through with it this time."

Sam sat up in the bed, confused, "…what?"

"That's why I ignore him, the situation; I can't take the disappointment if he fails," Andy said. This was not a conversation Sam had imagined happening in the early morning hours, and it was most certainly not what he thought he would wake up to.

"Have you slept at all?" Sam asked.

"No, I can't," Andy answered, facing Sam.

"I don't waste my time with people, you know that. I wouldn't help him if I didn't think he genuinely wanted to sober up," Sam stated.

She knew Sam was right; he wouldn't have helped him if he thought he didn't want to help himself, but Andy had been down this road several times before and it always ended with the same old song and dance. She wanted Sam to be right, but past events said he wasn't.

Her mind was made up; she was going to have to see for herself. She had to go see him, but not yet. She needed to give it some time


"How is she, Swarek?" Tommy asked, as he sat down at the table with Sam who visited him daily, sometimes twice.

"She's good, she's good. Even on her weakest days, she gets a little bit stronger," Sam answered.

They were entering week four of Tommy's treatment, he was half way through detox, but only a fourth of the way through his 12-week in patient program. "How are you feeling today?" Sam asked.

"I feel alright today, almost good," he told him. "It's rough, but I'll get through it."

"Andy, she, uh…" Sam paused in deliberation; unsure if now was the time to tell Tommy what he was about to say, "…she wants to come see you."

Tommy stared at Sam in silence for a few minutes before responding, "…no."

Sam sat back in his seat with a look of disbelief on his face, he took a deep breath and leaned forward, "…did you just say no?"

"I did."

"They're willing to allow Andy to come see you, why would you turn that down?" Sam asked.

"I want to get better before I see her again," Tommy stated. That was something Sam could respect. There visit quickly ended when Tommy was whisked away by a nurse to his support meeting, leaving Sam to contemplate their conversation in the common room.

"He's doing great," Monica said, startling Sam.

"What are you doing up here?" Sam asked.

"I've been keeping an eye on him, making sure he's really getting the care he deserves," she said, sitting down on the seat across from Sam.

"Thanks, for that."

"No problem, it's my job," she added, "…so how's Andy?"

"She's doing better; she finally went back to work. Some normalcy has been restored," Sam said with a chuckle. He found the idea of normalcy in the life of a McNally to be a bit ironic.

"You know, you and Andy are all he talks about. Makes me think I really dodged a bullet with you, so to speak," Monica said with a smile.

Sam rolled his eyes and shook his head, "…don't believe everything you hear."

"No, in all honesty though, my conversations with Tommy have done nothing but make me realize what I lost," she sighed, standing up; "…Andy's a lucky woman, to have both you and Tommy."


"You've had that goofy smile on your face all day, what gives?" Traci said, opening up her locker.

"Sam is taking me to St. Catherines to meet his mom and sister this weekend," Andy replied.

"Really? Things are getting pretty serious with you two, huh?"

Andy grabbed her bag and sat down on the bench, "…it's weird, you know, we didn't really date or go through the awkward 'What are we?' stage. We basically just moved in together, or rather, I moved in with him."

Did we rush things? Andy thought to herself, having never talked about her relationship with Sam aloud in this capacity before. No. She quickly calmed herself down; Sam was the only thing she had been completely sure of in a long time.

"It makes sense though, you and Swarek, you make sense. It was inevitable, everybody knew it"

"It wasn't that obvious," she argued.

"No, Andy, it was! It is! You and Sam have had this oddly close relationship from day one, it's never been just a TO/Rookie relationship, it's always been so much more than that," Traci explained.

She couldn't have been closer to the truth, Andy knew that her relationship with Sam had never been normal and she knew they had always been more than friends. It was just unspoken, and complicated.

"You ready?" Sam said, covering his eyes as he peaked into the locker room.

"We're dressed," Traci said.

Sam uncovered his eyes, "…we need to get on the road if we want to make it there by 7."

"Yeah, just give me two seconds."

"Okay, I'm going to go wait in the truck," Sam exited and Andy continued to pack her things.

"Andy," Traci said, as Andy made her way to the door, "…I'm glad you're happy."

"Thanks, Trace. See you Monday!"


They were almost there when Andy started to get anxious and the silence became to much for her to endure, "…you know, there aren't a lot of things I remember that my mother told me but I do remember one time, I was upset because they boy I had a crush on, he told me I was icky, and at like 8 you take icky to heart. She sat me down and said that someday someone would come into my life and make me realize why none of my other relationships worked. Good ol' mom was right about one thing."

"I'd never call you icky," Sam sad with a smirk.

Andy shifted in her seat again, "…why are you so antsy?" Sam asked.

"I'm nervous," Andy answered, biting her nails.

"I promise, it'll be fine," Sam said as they pulled in the driveway, "…just be yourself."

Sam grabbed Andy's hand as they walked towards his mother and sister. She pulled him closely and whispered, "…I love you."

Sam stopped and looked at her, that was the first time she'd said it and it sounded even better than he had imagined.


A/N: As always, let me know what you think! I will do my very best to get the next chapter up soon!