Alright everyone! Here's number two. All of your reviews were so great! Thank you all. The next chapter is gonna get intense. I'm not sure where I want to go with it right now, but I know it'll come to me as I write.
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Pocket Spa Technician
Morning came too soon for Dov. He rolled over and groaned into his pillow, his eyes shut tightly.
"Too early." He complained to himself. He half expected that Andy would have deserted him in the early morning hours, but was proved wrong when he padded into the kitchen, tousling his hair with his hands.
"Morning." She had a happy demeanour, but her voice was exhausted. She stood over the stove, flipping pancakes.
"Breakfast, really? You didn't have to do that." He smiled at her as he hoisted himself onto the counter.
"I did, trust me. I really owe you, Dov. Last night was rough." She brushed her bangs out of her face.
"Yeah, I've been meaning to ask you. You had a nightmare, so you just grabbed your pillow and drove to my place?" He tilted his head.
"Well, I walked. But yeah. I just didn't really know where else to go." She admitted, still fixated on her pancakes.
"You walked?" Dov looked at her with amazement in his eyes. "It's like a half an hour walk, at night, in the cold, in your pajamas? Why didn't you call me?"
"I needed the fresh air." She answered simply.
"Next time, please call me okay? It's dangerous out there." Dov made her promise. Andy served up the pancakes and joined Dov at the table.
"How come you didn't go to Traci's?"
"Don't get me wrong, I love Traci to death. But I don't think she would have made me feel safe after a dream like that." She blushed a little.
"Wanna talk about it?" He didn't want to push her too far.
"It's nothing spectacular when I'm awake. Just Sarah with the gun. She just wouldn't listen to me." Andy pushed her food around with her fork.
"Are they really that vivid?" Dov had never had nightmares of this nature. Andy nodded.
"They are. It's like you're stuck in that situation over and over again and you just can't change it. No matter how many times or how hard you try, you're just stuck. Reliving what you lost." Her voice became hollow, her mind lost in a maze she couldn't ever successfully escape from.
Dov reached across the table and took her hand in his.
"You're gonna be fine. They don't last forever." His eyes found hers.
"We hope." Andy sighed.
"Movies?" Dov's face broke into a smile.
"Oh, can we please watch Killers? It's that one with Ashton Kutcher and Katherine Heigl. Pretty please?" Andy giggled.
"Fine. Fine! But I can't promise I won't fall asleep during, okay?" Dov wasn't about to argue.
"Let's do this!" Andy said, mocking their old drill sergeant. Dov collapsed in his chair into a fit of laughter, tears in his eyes when he finally settled down. They pushed the couch in front of the door to make more room in front of the TV, and built a makeshift bed on the floor.
They lay on their stomachs like kids at a slumber party, watching intently. After Andy's movie was over, it was Dov's turn to pick.
"Die Hard?" His eyes lit up, and she laughed.
"You look like a puppy that just got a new toy." She rolled onto her back, clutching her stomach as she laughed. "Go for it, Fido." Dov happily set the movie to play, and found them some snacks. Through the final scenes, he was practically saying the lines along with the actors. Andy stifled a laugh, he'd seen this movie way too many times. Dov turned around to look at her.
"What?" She asked him, leaning against the couch, painting her toenails.
"How are you not totally enthralled in this right now?" He asked, before looking at her freshly purple toenails. "You missed a spot." Dov pointed to one of her toes.
"Crap, you're right." Andy stuck out her tongue as she tried to fill in the gap.
After Die Hard, Dov put on Serendipity. He hated the movie, but Andy adored it.
"Dov?" She batted her eyes, her voice like sugar.
"What do you want?" Dov laughed. She smiled from ear to ear and clasped her hands in front of her.
"Foot rub?" She asked hopefully. He gave in, not really minding it as much as he made it seem.
"Fine." He pulled her legs onto his lap. "I am way too good to you, Andy McNally." She giggled and pressed her lips together.
"What?" Dov asked her.
"Andy Swarek." She said, her white teeth showing through her huge smile.
"What?" Dov dropped her foot. "You're getting married?"
"I may or may not be. But unless Sam is buying engagement rings for another girl and hiding them in his sock drawer, I'm pretty sure I am." Her voice skipped to a higher octave. Dov leaned forward and hugged her tightly, when he pulled away a huge grin had spread across his face.
"You're getting married!" His voice reverted to that of a twelve year old, and he laughed that nervous laugh of his. "Congratulations!" He hugged her again. Andy let out a joyful squeal.
"I can't believe it! I'm going to be his wife!" She giggled, clapping her hands together. They were like kids when they were together, they couldn't help it.
"You can't tell anyone though, got it?" Her face turned serious and she pointed at him.
"Alright! I swear on my life. My lips are sealed." He smiled at her. She leaned back and let her head rest on the couch cushion, before lifting her foot up and giggling.
Dov sighed and resumed rubbing her feet while the movie droned on in the background.
By the time the final scene of Serendipity faded to black, Andy was nearly asleep, Dov still rubbing her feet. He rubbed her legs a little bit to wake her.
"Andy, wake up. Do you want some lunch?" He looked outside. "Or, dinner, I guess?" She still didn't stir. "Andy." He sung her name. She groaned.
"I want you to give me a back massage, and then I want to go back to bed. You're amazing, Dov." She said, in a state of complete relaxation.
"I've heard that." He laughed.
"No, seriously. You're like a pocket spa technician." She stretched. In the kitchen, Andy's phone rang, but she didn't move.
"Are you gonna get that?" He asked. She groaned in response. He laughed at her, got up and jogged into the kitchen.
"It's Luke." He called back to her.
"Tell him I'm in the shower." She said, crawling onto the cushions they'd laid out on the floor. Dov flipped the phone open.
"Hello?" He used his best man voice.
"Sam?" Luke's voice came from the other end. A smile spread across his face. He knew he was manly, but not that manly.
"Dov." He replied.
"Oh, hey… Dov. Is Andy there?" He tried to hide the suspicious tinge in his voice, but did so unsuccessfully.
"She's just in the shower right now." He said, while giving her an animated look.
"Oh. Why are you at her house?" He threw in.
"She's at mine, actually." Dov said, proudly. Andy giggled from the living room.
"That's why she didn't answer her door." Luke said to more himself than anyone else.
"Well can I take a message or anything?"
"Yeah, actually. Can you tell her to stop screening my calls and getting people to cover for her? I just wanna talk." Luke's voice tightened, Dov could tell he was annoyed.
"Sure, when she's out of the shower." He snapped back. Luke hung up, and Dov snapped her phone shut.
"What did he want?" Andy called from the floor.
"Honestly, he sounded mad. He really wants to talk to you." Dov furrowed his eyebrows. Andy sighed and rubbed her eyes, before propping herself up on her elbows.
"Yeah, I've been kind of ignoring him. He called me right after Sam left, saying if I needed anything to call him." She explained. "But we both know that I'm not going to need what he's hoping I will." Andy tried to articulate her thoughts unsuccessfully, but Dov caught her drift.
"Let me know if he keeps bothering you, okay? He never really sat right with me." He admitted. Andy laughed and patted his hand.
"You really are like a protective older brother." She giggled.
"Well can you blame me? When you showed up here last night, you were terrified." There was no humour in his voice, he was genuinely concerned. She smiled at him demurely.
"I'm sure it's nothing." She said as she crawled over to him and settled her head in the crook of his neck. "He'll get over it." She sighed. Dov rested his arm on Andy's hip and gave her a little squeeze.
"I hope you're right."
The two best friends fell asleep and remained on the floor in the living room until about 7 PM. Andy's body tensed up and she woke, which in turn woke a sleeping Dov. She was breathing heavily.
"Another one?" He asked.
"Yeah. At least I woke up before it got bad." She put her hand on his shoulder. Andy loved having a man that she could cuddle with, but trust to not try anything. Dov had been her only means of survival in the Academy, and she his. It was stressful, and not unlike high school, they had a lot of drama to deal with. At the end of the day, they knew they could always turn to each other when everyone else was too busy for them.
"Well I think I should get going." Andy pulled herself off of the floor before helping him up.
"I'm driving you home." Dov said, not giving her any time to protest. He grabbed his keys while she went to grab her pillow.
Fifteen minutes later, they were outside her house.
"Now I want you to call me if you need me tonight, before you walk anywhere okay?" He leaned across the seat.
"Yes mother." Andy smiled brightly. She kissed him on the cheek before hopping out of his car. He waited until she was inside before driving home, admiring Toronto at night.
When he got home, he was greeted again by Dale's music. This time, there was no tolerance. He opened his neighbour's front door, walked through the living room and passed a once again intoxicated Dale and kicked the speakers out.
"Shush." He said, before walking back out the way he came. He happily stripped down and crawled into bed, settling comfortably into the calm of the night.
Hours passed, and Dov continued to lay awake. Every time he'd get close to sleep, a feeling of dread would overtake him. He fought it, and eventually found sleep.
But for the first time in years, he had a nightmare. He woke in a cold sweat, about ten minutes before his alarm was due to go off. Unable to recall what had plagued his dreams, Dov put his emotions aside and set about his day, all the while his thoughts never leaving one person.
Andy.
Dun, dun, duuuuuun.
