Author's note: THANKS for all the story alerts and reviews! I knew most of you wouldn't like Andy's calling Luke's name while she's kissing Sam, but HEY, that's why the story is called "Blackout Mistake"!

Anyway, it might take a little while, and I'm not promising it will all get better over night, but I promise a happy ending.

Now on to the second chapter!

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Chapter 2

The first thing that came to Andy's fogged mind as she came back to consciousness was that this was what hell felt like. Her head was pounding and her whole body ache in pain. She tried opening her eyes, moaning as the bright light seemed to fuel her headache even more. She lifted her hands up to her head, slowly massaging her temples. Turning her head, she tried opening her eyes again. She was on her couch. Why was she on her couch?

Fighting the urge to drop to the floor and crawl to the bathroom, she slowly pushed herself into a sitting position, and then stood up on her feet. Groaning, she slowly padded towards the bathroom, where she knew she'd find something to relieve her pain. Even if her first thought was to swallow half a dozen painkillers, she controlled herself and grabbed only two pills, washing them down with a tall glass of water.

She bent down over the sink and washed her face with cold water, trying to put some semblance of order back into her head. She couldn't remember the last time she'd felt this horrible. She straightened herself and glanced at her reflection, wincing at the creature she saw looking back at her. She'd never looked this terrifying either.

"What the hell happened last night?" she mumbled, dragging herself back into her living room.

She looked around and spotted her purse on the floor by the door and her keys thrown next to it. The lights in the kitchen were still on, which told her they'd been that way all night. Her bed was still perfectly made, which meant she'd slept the whole night on the couch.

She went over to her kitchen table and sat down on a chair, laying her head into her hands with a loud painful moan. She could clearly remember Sam picking her up from Traci's. She just couldn't remember anything after that.

"I'm never drinking again." She grumbled, knowing she would never live up to that promise.

She sighed, trying to put the puzzle back together. The evening at Traci's place had started fairly slowly. They'd cooked themselves a delicious meal and had drunk a bottle of wine between the two of them while they'd ate. Traci's lasagna was simply the best thing she'd ever eaten. She'd felt content, and was ready for a nice, relaxing evening with her friend. But then, said friend had decided to go for the big guns and had taken out her brand new bottle of tequila.

Andy had been reticent at first, but hadn't been very hard to convince. She could remember laughing 'till she nearly wet her pants. She could also see images of herself dancing and singing to horrible 80's and 90's music, which wasn't a good sign.

She must have fallen asleep at one point, since the next thing she could remember was Sam's face hovering over hers. She couldn't remember calling him, which meant Traci must have.

"Please, no…" Andy groaned and let her head fall to the table, her headache the least of her worries. "Please don't let me have done anything stupid."There was nothing like making a complete idiot of yourself to get the man of your dreams to finally make a move and ask you out.

She let out a long sigh, lifted her head up and stared blindly at her fridge. So Sam had taken her back to her place. Great. Maybe he'd just helped her up into her apartment and had dropped her on the couch. She just thought it wasn't like him to leave her just like that. She knew he wouldn't try anything when she was so drunk she wouldn't even remember, but he could've at least put her on her bed.

He must've been in a bad mood or something. Maybe it was late. Maybe Traci had woken him. Maybe she'd acted like a total bitch.

She sighed and brushed the feeling off, telling herself it wasn't his job to take care of her anyway. She'd have to thank him. But first, she needed a shower and coffee.

Lots and lots of coffee.

The hot water cascading on her naked skin felt incredible. She didn't know how much time she spent in the shower, and she didn't really care. At least now, she could almost say she felt human again. One thing for sure, she'd never been this glad she didn't have to go to work. At the pace she was moving, she wouldn't even be able to drive a car, let alone catch bad guys.

She was slowly combing her hair when she heard the muffled ringing of her cell phone, which was probably still in her purse. She walked as fast as her feet let her and grabbed her bag, finding her phone quickly, she glanced at the screen. 'Traci.'

She opened it. "Hey." Her voice was still slightly hoarse from all the alcohol she'd engulfed.

"Hi! How are you feeling?" her friend cheered, sounding as if she hadn't drunk half that tequila bottle with her.

She closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose, feeling that headache coming back. "A lot worse than you, apparently."

Traci chuckled. "Have you already promised yourself you'd never drink again?"

"The second I woke up." She mumbled, heading into her kitchen to start some coffee.

"Sooo… were you alone when you woke up this morning?"

"Of course I was. Why?" she answered, frowning. Did she know something she didn't?

"Well, didn't Sam take you home last night?"

"Yeah, he did. He dropped me on the couch and left." She deadpanned, not in the mood for that conversation again.

"He did? Man, unless you were conscious enough to take care of me before you left the house last night, Sam was very nice to me. I woke up to a tall glass of water and two wonderful aspirins waiting for me right next to my bed."

"Oh… I guess he likes you better than me." She sighed, staring at the steaming black liquid slowly dripping into the glass pot. "Or maybe I acted like a complete idiot."

"I don't know." Traci paused. "Anyway, are you up for brunch?"

The simple thought of food nearly made her gag. "Are you completely insane?"

"No. I'm hungry."

"Well I'm not." She glanced up at the small mirror she'd hung by the door, grimacing. "Ugh, and I look like Frankenstein."

"Cool. I'll grab something good and meet you at your place."

"Fine. See ya later." She closed the phone and let out a long sigh. There was no point trying to make her change her mind.

Pouting, she grabbed a cup from the cupboard and poured herself some of the steaming coffee. 'Why didn't he give ME aspirin?' she asked herself, feeling a little jealous. She took a tentative sip from her cup, wincing as it burned her lips. 'I won't call him.' she told herself, shaking her head stubbornly.

She took her cup of coffee with her to the couch, and dropped her cell phone on the coffee table. "You've called Sam on your days off before. Why should today be any different?' the little voice in her head reminded her. She reached for her phone but quickly drew her hand away. 'No. I'm sure he's mad at me.'

She wrapped both of her hands around the cup, tapping her fingers around the rim nervously as she stared at the phone. She wouldn't be freaking out if ANYONE else had taken her home last night. But the fact that SAM, the man whom, by the way, she was COMPLETELY in love with, had been in her apartment while she was drunk enough not to remember anything, was making her very anxious.

"UGH!" she groaned, irritated with herself. Sam was pretty straight forward; he'd tell her if she'd acted stupid. Not giving herself the chance to change her mind, she grabbed her phone and dialed Sam's number. 'Too late to back out now.' she thought as it started ringing.

She bit her lower lip, listening as the phone rang four times before going to the voicemail. She sighed, feeling a little relieved. She'd just have to try later.

It was nearly half an hour later when Traci finally made it to her apartment, carrying a large take away bag and two huge coffees. "Hey!" She called out as she let herself in, shutting the door with her foot. "I got the food!"

Andy came out of the bathroom, tying her hair in a ponytail as she walked over to her. "Hey."

Traci frowned. "Woah, you really DO look like shit." She set the bag and tray on the table and pulled a chair to sit down.

"Thanks." Andy mumbled moodily before following her friend's lead and sitting down at the table. "What did you get?"

"Well first, I got us some MUCH needed coffee." She told her, handing her a tall cup. "AND I bought warm croissants with lots of butter and fresh fruit." She picked up one of the croissants and held it up to Andy's nose. "Now, tell me you don't want one of those."

Andy gave her a small grin, taking the offered food. "It does smell really good."

Traci went into the kitchen to get them some plates and knives, and came back to the table to eat with her friend, who'd already started picking at her food.

"So… do you remember anything from last night?" Andy asked her, tentatively chewing on a small piece of buttery croissant.

"Last thing I remember is calling Sam on your phone and then crashing on my bed. Why?"

"Well I can remember leaving your place in Sam's truck, but then, my mind goes completely blank." Andy groaned and threw her croissant on her plate, grimacing. "Trace, I'm sure I made a total fool of myself." She glared at her friend as she chuckled, apparently amused by her misery. "It's not funny, Traci."

"I'm sorry! It's just that you have NO idea how often I've used those words, only to find out I simply danced on a table or called a guy in the middle of the night." She gave her a supportive smile. "I've seen you drunk, and I'm pretty sure you just babbled his head off."

"You think?" she asked, hope filling her voice.

"You could always just call him."

She nodded her head. "I have. I tried his phone twice already. I always end up on his voicemail."

Traci rolled her eyes at her. "You sound like a love sick teenage girl who has this HUGE crush on the sexy quarterback."

Andy let out long breath, still not amused. "Dammit, Trace! Stop making fun of me!"

"Alright, alright. Just keep trying his phone. And if you can't reach him, you can talk to him tomorrow. I'm sure everything's FINE!"

Andy gave her a small grin and sighed. Traci was right. She did have a tendency of making mountains out of molehills.


Ummmm…. Why is Sam not answering his phone? I think we all know why!

I have a feeling Sam won't be as straightforward with his feelings as Andy thinks he will be.

BY THE WAY, I like to take my stories slow… just one little step at a time. Longer lasting fun!

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