Sorry to say, I'm ending it here. This story wasn't supposed to go on as long as it did, but I'm so happy that it actually did. I liked this ending, but if you guys want more….maybe a sequel? Got some ideas spinning. It's up to you guys.
After their shift was done, they had managed to pick up two publically intoxicated losers, and respond to a domestic disturbance call, which had turned out to be something stupid anyway. They gave a few tickets for speeding, but it was truly a slow day.
Andy wasn't sure if she was grateful for that because of what happened yesterday. She had been planning to clear her head with her police duties, but she was still royally confused.
As she changed out of her uniform and made sure her gun was empty, she ran over thoughts in her head.
She was talking with Luke tonight. Now what would she say..?
She knew what she wanted, or at least what she thought she wanted. She wanted to be with Sam; she loved him. He made her feel things that Luke would never give her. And yet she was jealous when Luke was talking to Jo. But why was that the case, if she was in love with Sam?
Could it be that she was in love with both of them? No, she didn't think that was it. She had feelings strictly for Sam, but she truly didn't want to hurt Luke.
So by the time she was driving her car back to their home, she still had no clue what she was going to say to Luke.
She was hoping for a few minutes to collect herself considering she was usually always home before him, but when she pulled into the driveway that night, she was dismayed to find his car already there.
She sat in her car for a minute, trying to organize her thoughts, but when she went in there, she still had no clue what to say.
Andy didn't see Luke right away when she walked in and she called out his name hesitantly. His response came from within the bedroom.
She walked in there and found him just sitting on the bed.
"Are you okay?" she asked, not sure what was going on.
"Where were you last night, Andy? Because it sure as hell wasn't Traci's," he snapped, producing Sam's sweats from somewhere behind him.
Andy resisted the urge to clap a hand to her forehead. How could she have been so stupid? Leaving the clothes there, it was like she wanted Luke to find them. Well did she?
She thought this wasn't so bad, considering what she came here to talk to him about, but when he fixed her with his baby blues, demanding an explanation, she stuttered.
"Oh…Well, I…" She tried to get something coherent out, but words were just not on her side.
"They're his aren't they?" Luke's voice was low, but the amount of scorn in his voice was evident.
"Yeah, they are." When Luke didn't ask anything else, she felt an obligation to continue. To plead her case.
"I was upset; at you, at the job, at the bastard who killed Kate. I was confused, and when I went for a run, I just ended up at his house because I knew I could talk to him and I knew he would understand. He always had," Andy shared, finding the words a little easier to come by.
"Sounds like you did a little more than talking, Andy," Luke scoffed, standing up and pacing around the bedroom. One hand was in his pocket and one was rubbing his chin in frustration. It was the look he had when he was trying to make sense of things.
Andy tried to explain. "Honestly, I didn't go over there and plan to sleep with him. He just makes me feel…safe."
"And I don't?" Luke asked, pausing to look at her.
"What I feel with you is completely different from what I feel when I'm with Sam." She saw him cringe at the sound of Sam's name. She was reminded when Sam had closed his eyes against Luke's name earlier, but she had thought that was cute.
She had not meant for the two of them to hate each other, but that was what it had come to.
Before she could finish, Luke said, "When we came here to talk today, I thought we were going to talk about Jo and about how we could save our relationship. It's clear now that all you wanted to do was get out of here. Just take off and run like you usually do."
For some reason that hit her hard. It was true; she usually just ran away from all her problems. But not this time. This time she was here to stay. Just not with Luke.
Andy looked him right in the eye, looking past the pain and annoyance she found there to say, "I love him. I love Sam."
Luke didn't freak out on the outside like other people would have. Yet she knew he was in turmoil on the inside.
He looked up at her one last time to calmly say, "Get out."
And after packing up a little bag with necessities for the next few nights, that was exactly what she did.
This time she drove to Sam's house.
The talk with Luke had gone easier than expected. She felt bad, but deep inside she knew this was what she wanted. She wanted Sam, not Luke.
Andy had hoped that she and Luke could remain friends, but he was seemingly not in the mood to discuss that.
She ran a hand through her hair as she pulled into Sam's driveway. She glanced at the clock; when had it gotten so late?
She hopped out, slinging her duffel bag over one shoulder, holding Sam's sweats in the other.
Sam hadn't been expecting her, and like any typical cop, he had his door locked. Andy reached into her pocket and took out the key he had given her earlier that morning. It seemed like a light year had passed.
She silently slid the door open. The house was dark, and she was shocked that Sam was already in bed. He struck her as an all-nighter type of person. Then again they did have a shift tomorrow.
She made her way in the dark towards Sam's room. She tossed her duffel on the floor and changed into his sweats to sleep in.
She walked to his side of the bed. It was funny how he only took up one side of the bed as if he was waiting for someone.
She leaned down and kissed him awake.
"Mmm, hey Andy," Sam said, sleepily. "So, how'd it go?" he asked, when he gained more consciousness.
"It went okay." She realized she was whispering but she had no clue why. "I told him I loved you, he kicked me out. I drove here."
"He kicked you out? That inconsiderate-,"
She silenced him with another kiss. "We can talk about it tomorrow."
Somehow he didn't seem satisfied with that, but he let it drop. He gave her a curious look, peering at her through the dark.
"What?" she asked, suddenly self-conscious.
"Are you wearing my clothes?"
"Oh, yeah," she laughed. "Do you mind?"
He reached over and pulled her onto the bed. She giggled and snuggled in deeper.
"Not at all," he sighed happily. He stroked her hair. "So, you're here to stay? No running?"
"No running," she agreed, smiling. If only he knew…
She knew she felt something different when she was with Sam. And laying there, sleeping in his arms was when she finally found the word to sum it all up.
In his arms, she finally felt home.
Awwh, isn't it sweet? I was actually smiling writing this chapter.
I never knew my first Rookie Blue fanfic would take off like this, so maybe another one is in store. I would love to hear opinions from you guys. Let me know by leaving some more of your wonderful comments. Thanks again guys!
xoxo
Janelle