Author's Note: If you've caught up on season 5 - Poor Andy! Can she just not catch a break? This fic takes place in the next episode - how Jack was so sweet and asking her what happened...he was so concerned about her...he cares so much. And yes, I used this as a Jandy reconciliation scene - I seriously cannot wait for them to get back together - it's bound to happen at some point! When I watched that scene I knew I had to write this. Hope anyone who is still reading these likes it.


"What happened? Are you okay?"

The words echo in her ear over and over and over. Even now that she's in his arms, held there by his own gentle force, they were repeating themselves over and over and over. She had tried to brush past him, but he grabbed onto her arm, light, unobtrusive, but even so, she had to fight the image of what just happened, being pushed against the brick wall, fingers digging into her skin, probably leaving bruises, out of her head. This was Jack, she had to keep reminding herself, he's your friend, he's not going to hurt you in any way. He just wants you to feel safe. Better. He just wants to understand.

"Andy, please, tell me - tell us - what happened."

"I punched somebody."

"You…what?"

She sniffs and inhales the smell of his cologne, immediately drawn into that intimate sense of familiarity that she hasn't felt with him in a long time, but it's back now, and it feels…safe. "I punched a man, Jack. But he was…he assaulted me."

"He what? Who is this man? I am going to have his head." He gently takes her by the shoulders, forcing her to look at him. He looks into her eyes, searching. "I mean it. Who assaulted you? Did he…" Jack sniffs, rubbing his palm over his face. "Did he rape you?"

"No. He might have."

Jack gasps, moving his thumbs over her shoulders, still searching her face for any clues she's willing to share with him about what happened through her expression. She wants to give him reassurance, suddenly. He needs that.

"If I hadn't defended myself. He probably would have. But he didn't, I'm okay."

Jack tips her head back, moving his thumb along the side of her neck. She knows what must be there. A bruise. Probably already purple. "This doesn't look okay."

"I'm…" She shivers, and it feels a little like it might be because of having him so close to her, though the trauma was probably half of it. "I'm fine. Just a little shaken up."

"And I'd be worried if you weren't." He puts an arm around her, guiding her back to the truck. "Let's get you back to the station."

"No…Jack, she needs to go to the hospital," Maya says to him and he shakes his head.

"Andy hates hospitals. I don't want to put her through anything else tonight. Right, An?" He turns towards her and she takes in a surprised breath. He hasn't called her that in a long time. Years.

"I don't…I don't know."

"She has to go, Jack." Vic is agreeing with Maya, nodding solemnly. "It's…she'll have to do a rape kit."

"But…but she said that he didn't rape her. She said - "

"It's standard procedure. An assault occurred. But Andy if you want some company…"

"I'll go with her."

They all look at him. Even Andy. But she does want some company, and she wants that company to be Jack. Fiercely. "Yeah. You can come." She bites her lip, whispers to him. "I'm scared."

He holds her closer, kisses the side of her head. Everyone is probably still watching them, maybe making assumptions, but she doesn't care.

"I know, An. That's normal. Probably. Shit, I don't know what's normal for….for this kind of thing. I'm sorry."

"Don't be…you - it's - nothing is your fault. Shit, Jack, you know what I mean. I don't know what to say here."

"You don't know what to say?" He softly chuckles, and it's an unfunny chuckle. "I don't know what to say. I'm probably fucking this up."

"No," she says to him. "You're not. Don't worry."

"I can't help it. I'm worried about you."

She smiles thinly. "And try not to be."

He's holding her hand, running his fingers through her hair and actively trying not to think of the fact that she's in a hospital gown. At least it's done. She probably feels a million different kinds of violated…but it's done. He can take her home. Or back to the station. Wherever she wants to be, as long as he's there with her.

He just doesn't feel comfortable leaving her alone.

"Where do you want to go, An? Home? The station?"

She sighs, squeezing his hand. "I don't know."

An. He hasn't called her that in…god, in forever. But it's left his mouth three times tonight, and it just feels…comfortable.

"When you know, you let me know, okay?"

"Okay," she whispers, staring at the white wall in front of her. "I will."

They end up at his apartment. What was once their apartment, laying in the bed that they had once shared, both in the intimate and the strictly sexual sense. Right now, it feels intimate; right now, her body is curled up against his and he's holding her lightly around the waist, not even sure if that's something he should be doing…but if she didn't want his touch…she would say so.

Suddenly, she turns around, places her lips delicately against his. He's surprised, now really not sure if this is something that they should be doing.

"An…" He sighs against her lips and she sighs too, kissing him just a little harder, wrapping her arms around his neck and pushing him onto his back. She's on top of him now.

"I missed kissing you."

He separates from her.

"We have a rule. Nothing physical with anyone. That includes each other. And…are you sure you're okay?"

Staring into his eyes, she nods. Then shakes her head in the same second. "I don't know. But…it might help…if someone who actually cares about me kisses me…touches me…lets me know that I'm not just…an object."

"Andrea…you were just - you were just assaulted. I can't - I can't have sex with you. Not tonight. Not…"

"Jack this isn't…this isn't about tonight. It is…but it's not, too. I've been missing you for a long time. When we made the pact. Before. I started really missing you…at Maya and Carina's wedding."

"An…you can't…are you serious?"

He doesn't want to play with her right now. He doesn't want her to be playing with him. He's always been serious about her, things with her have never been a joke to him. And he won't be able to handle it another time if that's what it is for her.

"I am. I - I think I still love you, Jack Gibson."

"An…"

What is that, the sixth time? But he just can't stop. It feels too good. Just like those words out of her mouth. I still love you.

He holds her cheeks in his hands, moving his thumbs along her jaw. "I've always loved you."

They kiss one more time, and she's the one to break it off. "No sex. I've got it. But can we just…sleep together, tonight?"

She lays down on his chest and he wraps his arms around her. "Of course."

After a few minutes, they fall asleep, and she wakes up once in the middle of the night, screaming, but he calms her down, shushing her, coaxing her back to sleep. I'm here, An…don't worry, you're safe. It's just me. He can't hurt you anymore.

She stays asleep until light streams in the windows the next morning, and they wake up together, feeling better than either of them have felt in months. Longer, even. Even after everything it's just about…being together.

And he'll be there for her, always.