Hope everyone's had a good start to 2013 so far! This story is kind of a re-write of the end of 3x10, so you'll see from lines from the show. Not sure why I didn't think of this idea sooner, so thanks to the person who gave me the prompt! And, as always, let me know what you think in a review. :)

Disclaimer: I don't own Rookie Blue.

It's Not Over

Prompt: Sam doesn't end his relationship with Andy at the end of 3x10.

Featuring: Sam & Andy

Andy saw Sam walk out of The Penny and wanted to make sure he was okay. They'd had a rough day working a case, but she knew it was Jerry's death that was really eating at him, especially after Traci read Jerry's wedding speech. She grabbed her jacket and followed him out the door.

"Hey, you were right," she called out to him, making him turn toward her. "The guy was playing me."

"Sorry." He had hoped to escape the bar without anyone noticing. Being around everyone, his friends included, was too much for him tonight. Jerry telling him, through the wedding speech he had already written, that he always knew Sam would have his back was more than he could handle today. He just wanted to go home. Alone. With a bottle of scotch.

Andy stopped several feet in front of him. "You know, for the record, I would do it again, cause if there's even a small chance that he was telling the truth..." The rain fell around them, cascading down their jackets, but both were oblivious, focused on each other.

"I know. You were right. It's our job," he conceded.

"Just like my job was to call you today. Frank told me to have you meet us at the hospital. I wasn't trying to 'suck you into my day,'" she said, throwing his words from earlier back at him.

"I know. I know," he raised his hands in surrender. He'd been frustrated and took it out on Andy.

"Look, I know you're grieving...and I know we all grieve in our own way, but don't take this out on me," she said, her voice starting to crack and emotion filling her eyes. Her heart couldn't take it if Sam continued to push her away like he had since Jerry's death.

"I...I did take it out on you. I'm sorry," he said sincerely.

"If you really blame me for Jerry..."

"I don't. I don't." He didn't know why he blurted that out in the warehouse earlier. If he blamed anyone, it was himself.

"Well, then why are you so mad at me?" she asked.

"I'm not mad at you," he said, shuffling his weight back and forth between his feet.

"Then what's wrong?"

Sam sighed, closing his eyes briefly. "I'm mad at Jerry. I'm mad at the guy who killed him. I'm mad at myself. I'm angry at the world, okay. It's not you. It's…everything," he said with an edge of frustration.

"Sam, I don't know what to do, how to help you through this," she said, desperately wanting to understand what he was going through.

"I wish you were in my head. I wish you could read my mind," he said. He knew he'd never been good with words or sharing his feelings, but for the first time he desperately wished he was better at it.

"But I can't." She stuffed her hands into her pockets, the damp chill of the air finally getting to her.

"I know," he replied softly.

"You need to talk to me, Sam. I don't know how to help if you don't talk to me." When he remained silent, she continued. "Okay, look, I... I'm trying to talk to you, okay? I... I want to go through this with you. I know you're hurting."

"I just don't…I don't know how to do this anymore." The words came out before Sam really knew what he was saying.

"Do what?" she questioned, worried where this was going.

"This." He waved a hand between them. "Us, our job. It could've been you. In another situation, it could've been you bleeding out on that floor."

"But it wasn't." The words came out so quietly, the rain hitting the pavement almost washed out her voice.

"I don't know…I just don't know if I can be a cop and be with you," he admitted. That was the internal battle he'd been fighting all day. Was he letting his love for her give him tunnel vision on cases? Was he so worried about her that his need to protect her overtook his other senses? No woman had blinded him to the rest of the world like Andy did when she walked into his life.

"Are you saying it's over?" Andy asked, not bothering to hold back the tears now streaming down her face.

"I…" Sam knew the answer to her question should be simple, but his head felt like a blender and he couldn't sort his thoughts out.

However, Andy took his silence as his answer. "Then leave. Okay, just get into your truck and go." She nearly yelled the words, but hoped with every fiber of her body he'd yell back. Hoped he'd fight for them like he said he would. She was giving him an out, but prayed he wouldn't take it.

Feeling confused and overwhelmed by his emotions like he'd never been before, Sam cast his eyes to the ground as he took a step toward his truck. But he stopped, his feet suddenly glued to the pavement, and turned back to Andy. "No. I don't want it to be over."

Despite the tears on her cheeks, Andy forced a small smile. "I don't either." They took a few steps toward each other tentatively.

"I can't…I don't know how to talk about my feelings. It just, it doesn't come easy for me, okay? I'm not trying to shut you out," he said, his hand rubbing across his face when he was finished.

"Can you at least agree to try? Look, I've never been good with time and space, but I can promise to try to give that to you when you need it," she said. "Maybe we both need to change a little."

The corners of his lips curved up slightly. "Change or die, huh?"

"Something like that," she said, the curve in her lips matching his.

He caressed her cheek with his hand and realized how cold she was, despite the heavy jacket she wore. "You're going to catch pneumonia out here."

"You are too."

"You should get back inside. Nash needs you tonight," he said.

"Do you need me?" She wanted him to know that she would be there for him if he needed, or wanted, her to be.

"I just need to be alone tonight."

She knew she'd promised to give him time and space, but she couldn't stop her eyes from showing the sadness she felt that he wanted to be alone. "Okay."

"How about I pick you up for breakfast tomorrow? Maybe we can try that talking thing," he suggested.

Andy smiled her first genuine smile of the night. "I'd like that."

Sam leaned in close, pressing his lips to hers lightly, before stepping back toward his truck.

"See you tomorrow, McNally," he said as he got in the driver's seat.

"See ya then, Sam."