A/N: Im sorry for giving you guys the thought that this story wouldn't be sad, but rather happy. This story may get dark, i've been doing research on brain cancer, although i am not a professional, and there will more than likely be mistakes in the medical side of this. Leslie will probably end up acting slightly ooc, because you know, it is a brain tumor after all. Get your feels and tie them up, otherwise they will be going on a roller-coaster. I know I said i would update more last time, but this time i mean it. Also, i've been reading up on parks and recreation, and this story is going to play out based on the thought that Andy is smarter than what he seems. Please don't mind any mistakes.

To say she was scared was an understatement. She thought back to that time when she was dating that one doctor (She couldn't remember his name anymore) and he gave her an MRI. What if when he had pointed out that spot on the computer, it wasn't just a spot.

The thought that if what he had pointed out really was what she had now made her mad. His mistake could, and most likely would, cost her life. But obviously she would fight it. She had all her friends to fight for.

The tests earlier that day hadn't been as spooky as she thought they would be, and the paperwork was more extensive than she thought. Somehow Leslie found herself staying overnight in the hospital, but she thought it would be better than going home and the doctors not finding something they could have found sooner. At least she could go home tomorrow and experience the comfort of her own bed.

She looked at the hospital window, and the night seemed darker; but the thought was only transient; instead, she thought about how she would design the park in the lot next to Ann's old house for the 900th time. Each time, the park was more beautiful than what she thought last time. She closed her heavy eyelids, succumbing to sleep and dreams of the park. Rather than the park in her dreams being happy, there was something about the dream this time that made her feel hopeful that everything would be alright.

When she awoke the next morning, she was almost startled to find Andy's face just inches from her own.

" Are you feeling alright? We have a busy day planned, gotta go fast, or slow, whatever you want of course Leslie." He spoke fast enough that Leslie had to take a few seconds to comprehend what it was that he was saying.

"What are you talking about, what plans? I have to work later today." She told him. Something told her she wouldn't quite like what he was going to say next. This feeling was only exacerbated when she saw a sly smile grow across his face. She was dreading the answer to her next question, but she asked it anyways. "Andy.. What did you do?"

"April is outside, cashing in your sick days AND vacation days. Just imagine the things we can do in that time." He stated triumphantly.

Leslie paled with his words. More than that in fact, saying she was as white at a sheet of paper at this point wouldn't fit how pale she was. Leslie had never, EVER called in sick (aside from 1 or 2 days, but those were debatable, as she still worked) or used vacation days in all her years in the Parks and Recreation department.

"Gosh darnit Andy," She tried getting out of the bed, but Andy held her down "Let me go Andy, i'm going to work!"

"I would but you still have tubey-thingies in you." He said as he gave up on holding her whole body down, and just held down her right arm, with all the IV's in it. Leslie calmed down, but that didn't stop her from giving Andy a glare that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand straight up.

April came into the room with a big, purple binder with glitter-gold words on the front that simply said "Bucket-L". Despite the tension, April spoke anyways.

"These are our plans for the next 3 months of vacation and sick days you had stored. We're going to do as many things on your bucket list as possible." She said.

"All 832 pages of it." Andy finished.

Leslie sighed and leaned back into the bed.'Three months? There had to be a mistake somewhere.'

Andy

Even though he was devastated by the news of his friends illness, Andy still put on the same face, and the same humor that he always had; thinks would be changing for Leslie, and if she needed something constant to hold on to, he would make sure he was the same Andy she knew.

When he told her about their plans and April calling her of work for what he found out would be 3 months, Leslie's reaction made him think that he had done something wrong. He just hoped this would go as planned, and Leslie would forgive them from ruining her perfect work attendance.

Now as it approached 10 in the morning, Dr. Ikins had finally finished those tests that Leslie had been going through and would be back soon. He sat in the chair next to Leslie's bed, April in the chair next to him, resting her head on his shoulder. He casually flipped through the pages in Leslie's bucket list. It made him want to do things he never thought that he would want to do, like these things called wingsuits, and jumping off a mountain with one. Imagining Leslie do this made him smile; his mind already mapping out plans to make it happen. He calmed his thoughts down as Dr. Ikins entered the room. His ears perked up, wanting to absorb all the news he could. He felt April shift ever so slightly.

"Well, some results are in, just some of the basics, but if all goes right, we can get you on chemotherapy, but if you want to take a risk, there is a new research going on at John Hopkins, it's still in the very early stages, but I've got a few friends, i might be able to squeeze you in there." Diana said, hinting that Leslie should take the offer.

'That's like a 9 or 10 hour drive… Plenty of time for bucket-listing…' Andy thought to himself. Then he spoke aloud. "I think you should do it. Sounds like a great opportunity to see new things and get better at the same time."

"Hmm…" Leslie thought for a few seconds, Andy could already predict her answer. "Im not sure, what if people at work start asking questions? Then what? I dont think im ready to tell them yet."

At this point, April wasn't even pretending to be asleep anymore. "I think you should do it too. Maybe even get your loverboy Ben to come along. I don't say this often, but i feel like if you go, everything will turn out alright."

Leslie was lost in thought as she considered her options. Andy was hoping that she would clue Ben into the whole ordeal, since more than half of all the things Leslie wants to do requires a Boyfriend/Significant other; and he didn't think April would be too happy sharing him,

"Fine, just give me the details, and you can bet your bottom i'll go. And since im serious about Ben, I know he'd be more than happy to go with me." She finally said.

"And Us-" April started

"We're going too." Andy finished.

Leslie smiled, it was all she could do. "And of course you guys…"

"Alrighty then, i'll make a few calls, get you some papers, and we'll take it from there. Just assume you're already in the trial, you'll need to be there by Friday next week." Dr. Ikins stated before turning and walking out the door. "A nurse will be with you soon, and then you can go."

Andy got up to go too. "I'm going to start packing a few essentials, makin' plans you know?"

April nodded her head "I'll stay here, and keep an eye on Leslie, I love seeing her sad." Even as the words as the words left her mouth, they understood the hidden meaning of April's words and how much she actually cared for her blonde friend.

"Actually Andy," Leslie said, "If Ben is going to come with us, I think he should do the planning."

Andy still had his back towards them and a smile that kept getting bigger on his face. "Bert Macklin's already on the case."

And with that, he left.

More Notes: I already know how it's going to end, but how we get there, is up to y'all and what y'all would like to see. Writing may suck this chapter, but i just gotta get warmed up. I've been will get longer; and even longer than that if y'all give me suggestions for Bucket List ideas.