This again is different to the other stories I've written, but I felt in the mood for a seasonal story ~ I hope you enjoy. I plan to post parts regularly during the month of December.

I also just got to see season two, episode eleven, Andy and Sam happiness! I enjoyed every moment.

Thanks as always to dcj.

Disclaimer: I don't own Rookie Blue or the characters, except the characters I've created for my latest adventure.

This is set in season two, Andy and Luke have broken up, but Jamie Brennan did not happen.

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A Christmas Promise

Prologue

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Dear Santa,

I know children usually write to you for toys this time of year, but I don't want any toys this Christmas. If I could have my wish, something that I really want, Santa, is my family back.

My Daddy is so sad, he doesn't smile anymore; he spends his nights sitting in his armchair staring at the T.V., a glass of whiskey in his hand. I don't know what to do to make him feel better.

I know he misses Mommy, I miss her too. I know it's all my fault that Mommy left. I wasn't a good girl and I didn't keep my room tidy. I didn't help with the chores or do my homework without being reminded. I made Mommy cross and sad and that's why she left. To find a new family.

Santa, if you bring my Mommy back, I promise to be a good girl, tidy my room and not argue with her.

I have tried to be a good girl this year, but I will try even harder next year if you bring Mommy home.

Love,

Andrea McNally

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As he emptied the sack a pink envelope fluttered through the air dancing and swirling before it began its gentle descent to the floor, landing on the polished wooden floor in front of two black shiny boots.

Slowly he reached down and plucked the envelope from the floor, he studied the handwriting carefully; he smiled at the neatly formed letters. He looked towards the sorting table, where Charlie was sifting through the mounds of brightly coloured envelopes. So many requests and wishes, he hoped he could help fulfil them all, but knew there were some dreams he could never grant.

"Charlie, how's it going?" he asked, his deep baritone voice echoing in the quiet room.

The small man turned to look at him, a pair of metal rimmed glasses balanced precariously on the end of his nose, his face breaking out into a huge smile when he realised who had come to the sorting room. "It looks like we have even more requests than last year, Nick."

Nick smiled, his hand rubbing over his large belly, "Without the requests we wouldn't have a job and the season would never be the same again." Nick held up the pink envelope that had fallen at his feet, "I think this escaped from the sack!"

Charlie looked at the envelope over the top of his glasses, "I didn't even notice, it must have fallen out of the sack when I was sorting. Guess the magic of the season wanted you to read that one personally."

Nick nodded, "Guess it does, I'll take it back to my office and read it. Keep up the good work!" He turned and headed towards his office, the small pink envelope grasped tightly in his hand.

A few moments later he entered his ornately decorated office, heading straight for his desk, adorned with pictures and sketches from his design team. He lowered himself into his plush red chair and sighed as he relaxed, before turning his attention back to the pink envelope. Using his candy cane shaped letter opener, he carefully slit open the envelope. Replacing it on his desk, he then pulled out the pink piece of paper slowly unfolding it. He began to read, sighing as he processed the letter

"Is everything okay?" his wife asked from the door, a large mug of steaming hot chocolate in her hands.

Nick looked up from the letter, "I just wish I could give everyone their wish, Beth."

She walked over to him, clearing a space on his cluttered desk to put the mug of chocolate down. When she was sure it was safe, she walked around to her husband and glanced over his shoulder at the letter, "Ah," she stated sympathetically.

"It's just one request I won't be able to grant," he sighed, "I don't think the latest Barbie doll will make her Christmas."

Beth placed her hands on Nick's shoulders and gently squeezed them, before placing a kiss on the top of his head, "I'm sure everything will eventually work out for her."

He nodded, "But this Christmas will not be the same for her."

"It might not, Sweetheart, but you can't fix everything."

"I know, but I'd like too."

She nodded, "I know you would, Sweetheart."

He turned slightly in his chair and reached for his desk drawer, slowly opening it to reveal a small golden box; he lifted the lid and placed the letter inside. "I'm going to keep an eye on her; maybe she will get her wish."

"I hope so, Nick. Now drink your chocolate before it gets cold."

"I will, Dear," he replied as he closed his desk drawer.

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Present day

Andy slumped into Traci's sofa, instantly lowering her head into her hands; it should have been so simple. Twenty four hours earlier she had been destined to get her happily ever after, well the happily ever after she thought she deserved. Now that had been shattered by her realisation that Luke had not valued their relationship enough to not jump into bed with his ex, her relatively safe world had been spun on its axis.

She had been stupid enough to try and build a relationship, trust someone and once again she'd been disappointed and hurt. She didn't think she'd ever be willing to try again. Perhaps she was destined to be alone. It wouldn't be too bad, she thought, at least being by yourself you don't have to rely on anyone else to make you happy. At least being by yourself, no one can let you down.

There must be something wrong with her, her mother left her, her father continuously drank himself into oblivion and her fiancé cheated on her. She chuckled wryly; it was the makings of a bad movie, except in the movies there was usually a happy ending. Although Andy was pretty certain she wouldn't be destined to have one. She sighed as she sagged back into the well worn sofa and closed her eyes.

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Nick sighed, when would things work out for Andrea? Perhaps she needed a little help. He walked over to his bookcase and pulled down a very ornately decorated book, he slowly opened it and flicked through to the page he needed. He took the book to his desk and picked up his candy cane shaped phone, he dialled the number and waited, "It's Nick, I wonder if you could help me with something..."

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