Hey Guys!

And that's the way our story goes, the ups and downs we never know.

Sorry this one is a little bit shorter. Promise to make it up to you in chapter 13.

Disclaimer: I do not own Rookie Blue.


8 hours earlier


Andy sleeping in his arms was one of the best sensations he ever felt. He had his fair share of exciting nights and beautiful lady friends throughout his adult years, but none of them felt like this. It was as if her body was molded to his exact measurements, and her features were in sync with his. He felt it the first time they spent the night together, and since then all he could think was if and when he would feel that again.

When Sarah told them Andy was pregnant, he was sure this was Luke's baby. He didn't even remember the technical details of the blackout to know if they ever discussed protection or not. She showed up in his place, it was dark, and two seconds later they were all over each other. As much as he hated being surprised, this was definitely the best surprise ever. After all was done, they were lying in his bed, body limbs all twined together. If he ever had to rank the top ten moments of his life, THAT would have been at the top three.

Until now.

Hearing Andy say that the baby was his was a shocker. The option never crossed his mind. What are the chances that one night would lead to this, seeing that she had a boyfriend all along? Well, he learned tonight that technically she didn't, but it was still far fetched.

And he was about to be a father.

Andy mumbled something in her sleep and moved closer to him, if it was physically possible. His right hand rose to pinch his nose bridge. He had to think about the future, something that never crossed his mind before. Sure, he and Jerry were talking about the day that they'll retire and buy a cabin by the lake for the kids to come over, but he never thought about the 'kids' part of this dream. Not until now.

He pinched himself harder, realizing how harsh all this was for her. What a week! Such a whirlwind of events! And she was brave through it all. As he knew she'll be from day one. She was amazing. He never told her that, but he thought she felt it in his gazes. She was amazing, and she kept up with his crap and saw through it. She had a way with him and she couldn't control it. He didn't want her to even try.

Hearing her say that she felt safe in Anton Hill's restaurant their first day together was the start. How could she feel safe when his gun was on the counter and his own life were seriously jeopardized before she came in? She was the one to save him, and he was the one to pay it back to her for the rest of their lives. He already had some chances to prove that. But he knew he'll never finish paying her back. Not for saving his life, not for bringing some meaning to it all, and especially not for trusting him with all her might when all odds were against them. He'll pay her back for the rest of his life.

The rest of their lives.

What was it that Sarah told him at the hospital? There's a big difference between doing the right thing for the wrong reasons and doing the wrong thing for the right reasons. What he did to Andy back in the hospital was certainly the wrong thing. A mistake he now needs to correct.

He reached his hand to the pillow at the far end of the bed, where the ring fell as Andy tossed it earlier. He rolled the ring in his fingers and knew he cannot leave it here. Not like this. He must do the right thing for the right reasons now. So he had to go.

He looked around the darkened room, estimating the whereabouts of his belongings and making calculations in his head.

She wanted him to be her friend but that will never happen.

He was unable to give her that.


He tried being quiet as a mouse, but it didn't actually matter. She was fast asleep and even a herd of elephants will not wake her up. He packed his belongings, wrote her a note and went out to the chilled night.

After a short walk to the gas station nearby he got himself a ride with two hippies traveling east.

As the car left the gas station, he didn't look back at what he left behind.


When the sun was rising in the far east, a new day was about to begin.

A new day with many promises to make, and exactly as many promises to break, Sam thought.

A knock was heard on the front door of a suburban house. A man opened it and smiled at Sam. "Hi" he said, and Sam walked in.

"I came to take what you're holding for me" Sam told the man.

The man smiled again and walked inside. Sam didn't move.

Three minutes later the man emerged from a room, holding a tiny parcel. "Make good use of it. Will you? You can only do this once, you know." Sam smiled back at him.

He knew.


When he stepped out of the house he adjusted his baseball cap and looked at the sun while scratching his bristles. He was thinking whether his long bristles already looked like a beard, and if he needed to have some other camouflage for what he was about to do. His second thought was of Andy – if she woke up, if she found his note, and if she understood.

That was so important for him, that she'll understand. Without her understanding this whole thing will have devastating results. He inserted the parcel to his pants' pocket, scratched the back of his neck with his right arm and started walking, holding the duffel bag at his left.

He went through the list he made in his head last night, deciding where his next destination will be. He then looked up, traced the bus station and headed back to town. The only home he ever had. Toronto.


A couple of hours later, he was already done with about half the things in his list. He looked at his watch and knew it's about time to make the call he planned to do today.

When the conversation died he reached his hand to his jeans' pocket to put his phone back in, and the phone started ringing. He was sure it was another of Andy's attempts to talk to him. He couldn't answer her, not until he finishes all he came here to do.

Surprisingly he saw that it was not her number, and he answered it. What he heard from the voice on the other line made him angry. This was not part of his daily plan.

When the conversation was over he thought for a minute and walked back into the building he just left. While walking he took out the SIM card from his phone, and threw it in a nearby bean. He cautiously took the parcel out of his pocket and placed it in the duffel bag with his phone. He found the spot he was looking for and left the duffel bag there, knowing it's not the best place, but hoping it will be sufficient for his purpose.

Five minutes later Sam walked out to the sun.