Rookie Blue: Redefine
Title: Redefine
Fandom/Pairing: Rookie Blue, Sam/Andy
Rating: PG
Word Count: 700ish
Summary: Post-ep for s02e06 "In Plain View"
Author's Note: This was intended for the Porn Battle, but as you can tell by the rating, it is missing one key element.
The worst thing about breaking off an engagement is the sympathy. She spends the night on Nash's couch counting stucco tips on the ceiling and then she's back at 15, sans ring, and everyone looks at her with such sad fucking eyes and she can barely take it.
Except Sam. He doesn't look at all. He averts his eyes every time she turns towards him and she almost calls him out on it, once.
(She almost calls him, once.)
He's probably waiting with a lecture for her, a lesson about something, and maybe that's what she needs but that's not what she wants.
What she wants is a place to live, because Traci has Leo and Detective Barber, and Chris and Gail and Dov have their own little happy family thing going on and she's got no one all of a sudden, and how did she let her life get so defined by a man anyway?
Where is the Andy that knew better than to play house?
She rides with Officer Shaw the first day and Officer Williams the next, and she's grateful that they're both normal to her. She gets Traci to look up places on Craigslist and by the end of the second day, Andy has put down first and last on a furnished studio in Liberty Village that she could never otherwise afford, but the owner is desperate and even knocks off a couple hundred bucks more when he finds out she's a cop.
She unpacks what little she has with her and heads to the store to stock up on necessities, mindless tasks that almost let her forget what she's become. When she's done, she finds herself in a place that's brand new, that doesn't feel quite like home. The sun's all the way below the horizon and BMO Field's stadium lights shine brightly like a beacon, reminding her of when life was just that thing that happened between school and soccer practice.
Her dad calls, because old cops can't keep their mouths shut when it comes to gossip. "I'll kill him," he threatens, a throwback to a decade ago when she had sex with hockey boys in backseats, and she still remembers the press of the seatbelt clip against her shoulder that first time.
"Dad."
But he tells her he loves her and it's better somehow. So when the call is over, Andy swallows and holds down the 4 key to dial.
The phone rings for a while and there's a pause when he answers. "Hey," comes across the line, softly, eventually.
"Hey," she says, "Sorry, did I catch you at a bad time?" It's late on a Wednesday night.
"No, no, I was just... no, Andy."
"Look, Sam, I was wondering if..." she pauses, and regroups. "Can I borrow your truck?"
He hesitates again, before, "Yeah, uh, sure. I'll be over in five." He doesn't ask why, doesn't remind her that it's eleven on a weeknight and they have to work tomorrow.
The call ends and she stares at her phone for one second, two, before it rings again. "Where are you?" He asks, and she can picture his expression.
She laughs lightly, and it feels strange, like her lungs are spasming from disuse and then she tells him.
Andy goes down to the street to wait for him and five minutes later, he's there as advertised, in jeans and black leather, and he smells like the inside of the Penny with a hint of whatever aftershave he uses.
(She had maybe thought about that scent, sometimes, when she was tangled in the sheets with Luke.)
"You want me to go with you?" he offers, because of course he knows what she's doing. She imagines seeing the look on Luke's face if she were to walk in there with Sam at her back.
"No," she shakes her head. "I should do this alone."
He shrugs and tosses her his keys and she hands him hers. "I'll be back in about half an hour," she says
"Take your time," Sam says. "I'll be here."
She hits every red light up Dufferin, and his words echo in her mind.
Fandom/Pairing: Rookie Blue, Sam/Andy
Rating: PG
Word Count: 700ish
Summary: Post-ep for s02e06 "In Plain View"
Author's Note: This was intended for the Porn Battle, but as you can tell by the rating, it is missing one key element.
The worst thing about breaking off an engagement is the sympathy. She spends the night on Nash's couch counting stucco tips on the ceiling and then she's back at 15, sans ring, and everyone looks at her with such sad fucking eyes and she can barely take it.
Except Sam. He doesn't look at all. He averts his eyes every time she turns towards him and she almost calls him out on it, once.
(She almost calls him, once.)
He's probably waiting with a lecture for her, a lesson about something, and maybe that's what she needs but that's not what she wants.
What she wants is a place to live, because Traci has Leo and Detective Barber, and Chris and Gail and Dov have their own little happy family thing going on and she's got no one all of a sudden, and how did she let her life get so defined by a man anyway?
Where is the Andy that knew better than to play house?
She rides with Officer Shaw the first day and Officer Williams the next, and she's grateful that they're both normal to her. She gets Traci to look up places on Craigslist and by the end of the second day, Andy has put down first and last on a furnished studio in Liberty Village that she could never otherwise afford, but the owner is desperate and even knocks off a couple hundred bucks more when he finds out she's a cop.
She unpacks what little she has with her and heads to the store to stock up on necessities, mindless tasks that almost let her forget what she's become. When she's done, she finds herself in a place that's brand new, that doesn't feel quite like home. The sun's all the way below the horizon and BMO Field's stadium lights shine brightly like a beacon, reminding her of when life was just that thing that happened between school and soccer practice.
Her dad calls, because old cops can't keep their mouths shut when it comes to gossip. "I'll kill him," he threatens, a throwback to a decade ago when she had sex with hockey boys in backseats, and she still remembers the press of the seatbelt clip against her shoulder that first time.
"Dad."
But he tells her he loves her and it's better somehow. So when the call is over, Andy swallows and holds down the 4 key to dial.
The phone rings for a while and there's a pause when he answers. "Hey," comes across the line, softly, eventually.
"Hey," she says, "Sorry, did I catch you at a bad time?" It's late on a Wednesday night.
"No, no, I was just... no, Andy."
"Look, Sam, I was wondering if..." she pauses, and regroups. "Can I borrow your truck?"
He hesitates again, before, "Yeah, uh, sure. I'll be over in five." He doesn't ask why, doesn't remind her that it's eleven on a weeknight and they have to work tomorrow.
The call ends and she stares at her phone for one second, two, before it rings again. "Where are you?" He asks, and she can picture his expression.
She laughs lightly, and it feels strange, like her lungs are spasming from disuse and then she tells him.
Andy goes down to the street to wait for him and five minutes later, he's there as advertised, in jeans and black leather, and he smells like the inside of the Penny with a hint of whatever aftershave he uses.
(She had maybe thought about that scent, sometimes, when she was tangled in the sheets with Luke.)
"You want me to go with you?" he offers, because of course he knows what she's doing. She imagines seeing the look on Luke's face if she were to walk in there with Sam at her back.
"No," she shakes her head. "I should do this alone."
He shrugs and tosses her his keys and she hands him hers. "I'll be back in about half an hour," she says
"Take your time," Sam says. "I'll be here."
She hits every red light up Dufferin, and his words echo in her mind.