Another new story... Guys. I have a problem I am obsessed with S19 and since it's got a small bunch of FF writers I find myself coming up with new ideas constantly. This one's already got three chapters finished... And I have another two for Morn His Loss I just need to get on paper. And another new story in the works. This is also one-shot style but will be a series of moments in the team's lives which we all know is code for Andy and Sullivan.

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The explosion on the radio made Robert pause. He the radio tightly and bit down on his lip wondering if she was alright. Every part of his body ached to run in and find her. Finally, he heard her voice and for a few minutes, everything was ok. Watching the door for her figure to appear.

And then he heard her voice again, breathless and desperate. Trapped.

He waited one minute, hoping that she and her team would find their way out. He asked himself, as he often did on tough calls, what would Ripley do? And though another thought he grabbed his tank and the rest of his gear.

He turned control over to Bishop despite her protests and entered the building before anyone could stop him.

It had been a while since he'd been inside an active fire like this. But concern for his own safty was the last thing on his mind. She'd become his entire world so quickly and he wasn't about to lose her without a fight.

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/Flashback\\

The marriage was impulsive; they both knew that. But they lived their lives as if they might die the next day. Regrets haunted them more than normal people because every day could be their last. But their wedding was everything he'd wanted.

They'd gone to dinner after, his new father-in-law in tow. Pruitt no longer actively spoke against Robert, but they both knew that was only for the sake of Andy. But that night at dinner, Prewitt was able to see why they'd gotten married. The restaurant was classy despite a beaten down exterior and featured a live band and dance floor. They had been seated all of a few minutes when someone at the microphone informed the other diners that there were some newlyweds in the room. And then they invited the happy new couple up for a dance.

Andy smiled at Robert as she stood up. "You did this." It wasn't a question. She smiled up at him as he took her hand.

"I couldn't let us miss out on a first dance. it's not exactly a salsa though." Robert warned.

Her face lit up in amazement, "I didn't even know this was important to me. I didn't realize I wanted this until it was an option."

Robert grinned as the music started. It was modern and lacked the traditional salsa elements but nothing really mattered other than the smile on her face.

As Pruitt watched them together he realized the two of them were so incredibly similar, professionally ambitious, stubborn, loyal. They fed off of one another's movements. He'd watched her dance for years and paid dearly for the classes she took in high school. She'd had plenty of partners, well-trained partners, Sullivan was not well trained, but he always seemed to know what her next move would be. He seemed to accentuate Andy's dance skills all while making her happier than she'd ever been. The smile on her face was enough to make Pruitt respect Robert a little bit.

Andy wondered if the smile would ever leave her face. She'd never imagined her wedding. That just wasn't who she was. And the moment with the wedding vows while wonderful couldn't compare to this one. This moment with him. One where he'd given her something she didn't realize she wanted. One where he reminded her why he made such a good partner.

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Pruitt drove his Ford as if it was a fire truck. The radio he kept in his car played keeping him updated. "Chief Sullivan has turned command over to me. I repeat. Station 19 Captain has incident command."

Pruitt wondered briefly if Sullivan had recused himself for the conflict. But the radio crackled to life again. "I've got a hose line run inside from the Northeast quadrant. Baker is on his way out."

Pruitt smiled slightly. He shouldn't have doubted him. Sullivan had proven his love for Andy over and over. This only confirmed that the wedding he'd attended two weeks earlier was the real deal. Perhaps he'd get her out safely.

The radio crackled again, "Herrera and I are trapped. Fire burned through the hose line, we can't find our way out." Sullivan called with evidence of pain in his voice.

Pruitt felt his heart lurch, and his resolve strengthened.

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"You can be as mad as you want to be. When we're safe." Robert felt relief as his hand came in contact with hers. He had wondered for a brief moment if she was even real.

Andy let out a gasp. "Okay, but there's gonna be so much yelling… And cursing." And there would be. She could promise that, because what he'd done was stupid. But in this moment, his face was a welcome sight and she was glad for his blatant disregard for protocol.

When his leg gave out he wondered if that would be it for them. As they hobbled around in the smoky darkness he wanted to tell her to go on without him. But he knew she'd never do that.

Every corner was a dead end. They paused. Looking one another in the eye trying to convey all the things they didn't have the words for.

They both where on their knees though Andy wasn't quite sure how they got there. They'd never been this close to death before. And they'd been close. But this time, at least they had their little bit of time together.

Then suddenly the smoke appeared to lessen. With another glance at one another they stood and began searching for an exit again. And suddenly as if a miracle had happened the hose line appeared, then the rest of 19 appeared behind them.

The outside air met their lungs and burned as they gasped for air. Robert grit his teeth to ignore the pain in his leg as they rejoined the outside world.

Andy had just barely regained her breath when saw the hat and felt all the air leave her body.

She stood there for a moment just staring at it.

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Normally Sullivan would never turn command over to Station 23 willingly. But his team was safe. That was all that mattered. Andy hadn't spoken since they made it out of the fire. The team had full workups by Warren when they made it back to the fire station everyone but Andy.

Andy had avoided the beanery and her father's friends, instead hiding in the woman's showers, the one place without memories of him.

Maya showered as long as she could. Trying to be there for Andy without actually interfering.

After 45 minutes the showers seemed to run cold despite a supposedly bottomless water heater and Maya couldn't take it anymore. "Andy. Warren needs to check your lungs." She slid back the shower curtain to find her best friend seated on the tile floor water still flowing. "Come on." She said holding out her hand.

Andy allowed Maya to help her dress and when she finally had the courage to look Maya in the eyes her best friend started to cry.

"He went out on his own terms." She said quietly, "He gave me an order. And he knew what it meant. He wanted me to tell you he loved you. And e-e-everything he did was for you."

Andy stood and wrapped Maya in a hug. "He loved you too."

Maya wiped away a tear as she let go, "You don't blame me?"

Andy shook her head, "You are my best friend and my captain." She whispered. "And it wasn't your fault. My father is a stubborn man." She paused. "Was."

All through the station Andy heard a chorus of "I'm sorry, and he was a great man." Even her "uncles" couldn't comfort her. Maya sent the rest of the team home and Warren left too, after unsuccessfully offering Andy a script to help her sleep."

"You need a ride?" Maya asked quietly as they left the barn.

Andy shook her head. "I'm fine."

"Your car isn't here. Jack said you've been staying with some guy." Maya paused, "I'm going to go check on Jack and the rest of the team before I head home. It's no trouble."

"I've already taken care of it. I'm fully capable of getting myself home." Andy said lifelessly.

"You'll call if you need me?" Maua begged.

Andy nodded. "Make sure Dean's ok." She whispered quietly.

Maya paused, "None of us are ok Andy."

Andy smiled sadly and watched Maya exit the station before she made her way up the stairs.

Robert met her at the top of the stairs, "You ready to go?"

She nodded, "Home?" She whispered.

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/Flashback\\

"It's good to be home." Andy sighed as they walked slowly towards the little condo.

Robert grinned, "Home?" He asked pausing on the sidewalk outside the door.

Andy's heart leapt at his hopeful, shy smile. "I mean I know we haven't discussed it but I didn't think you'd want to live with my roommate slash ex-boyfriend. And unless you want some sort of crazy nontraditional thing, being married means living together. Here." She paused, "unless you want to buy a place together but my credit score is shit. So-"

His lips met hers before she could continue. He spun her around and pushed her back against the glass door. She could feel the cold glass on her skin but it didn't fully resonate with her body.

"My home is wherever you are." She gasped out between kisses.

Suddenly she felt her legs being swept out from under her as Robert scooped her up. She let out a screech and laugh.

"Welcome home, wife." Robert whispered nudging the door open with his elbow.

He set her on her feet on the other side of the door and she laughed. "I've never been a wife before." She murmured. She looked up at him and grinned wickedly. "But, I'm pretty sure it requires having sex in every single room of this house for the next two days."

Robert grinned catching her hand and tugging at the blush colored dress. "God I love you."

Andy smiled and blushed slightly, "I love you too." She whispered kissing him.

Robert put his hand to her face. "You are so beautiful. You, in this dress, it will be etched in my memory forever."

Andy leaned in to his touch, "It's ok that I didn't wear white?"

"It's more than OK. I don't need the traditional stuff."

Andy raised an eye brow. "You're a traditional guy Robert." She reminded him.

Robert nodded and dropped his keys in the bowl near the door. "I had the white church wedding, wife changes her last name, traditional stuff with Claire." He paused, "None of that mattered at the end of the day. Our wedding day was spent making all our guests happy. She was actually pretty miserable and I wasn't particularly thrilled to find myself in a morning coat."

Andy smiled slightly.

"I'm a traditional guy in the, hold a door open for a woman kind of way. But I don't care about the little things. You look beautiful in this dress, and it's perfect. I don't need you to wear white, change your name, wear some frilly ring or anything. What matters is our vows, and the fact that your dad got to share it with us."

Andy felt her heart swell, "Robert Sullivan, every time I think I can't love you anymore than I already do you say something like that."

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They went home in total silence. She prepared for bed as if it was any other night. And then she fell asleep as if it was a normal day. Robert watched her carefully, waiting for her to break. Finally, he himself fell into a restless sleep.

He woke 4 hours later to the sounds of Andy getting out of bed. "Andy?" He called.

"I've got so much to do." She said.

Robert tossed the covers off and stood, grunting at the pain in his leg. "Andy." He called out. "Hold on."

Andy felt herself spinning out. "There's so much to do."

Robert put his hand on her arm. "Ok. Let's go downstairs, we'll make a list."

Andy looked into his eyes. "Robert. My dad died." She whispered sadly.

Robert pulled her close and kissed her head as she started to cry. "I know." He whispered.

The days that followed exhausted Robert. She spent the days sad and sullen, but the nights were long and filled with anxious panic, list-making. Everything but sleep. Finally, Robert took Andy's phone and texted Warren seeking a

Thanks to delivery services her sleeping pills arrived at his doorstep and Andy was too sad and tired to care. Robert had hoped to get some sleep himself. But he found himself watching her. Replaying moments when he thought he'd lost her. When they almost died.

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I hope you all enjoyed this. Let me know if you have other ideas for this story. Or any story really because apparently I have a problem... I have two more chapters written after this but I am kinda doing it prompt style with "Little Moments" of their lives together.