Disclaimer: I don't own Rookie Blue, if I did Sam and Andy would have gotten together wayyy sooner than they finally did hah. The quotes in italics are taken directly from the show.

AN: This is a one shot for now, but if enough of you want me to I might continue :)

"I'm sorry I left you," Sam said, as he leaned against the locker.

Andy zipped up her sweater, not meeting his eyes. "It's okay," she said in a tone that made it clear it was anything but okay.

"Is, uh, someone taking you home?"

"I'm getting a ride with Traci," she answered, closing her locker and turning to face him. Her face was hard with no trace of a smile; she didn't look ready to forgive him any time soon.

He shook his head. "Andy, you can't stay at your dad's, I've been to your dad's." Nicely put, it was a pigsty.

She snorted. "Well I don't have much of a choice, do I? As you pointed out earlier right before you ran off, my fiancée/roommate cheated on me. So, I'm pretty much screwed."

Sam sighed; he had gone about this all wrong. He didn't know much about comforting women, usually he didn't care enough to try. But there was just something about her that broke down all his defenses and pushed past all the walls he had built up over the years.

"Stay with me,"

She was shocked, and she forgot to maintain her cool, detached posture for a second. "What?"

"Look, I'm sorry about how I acted today, but I told you that I care about you and I do. And I don't want you to have to move in with your dad, I know you don't want to explain this to any more people than you have to right now." She raised her eyebrows slightly, probably surprised he knew her so well, and he knew he'd hit the nail right on the head. "Just stay with me until you find your own place."

She felt tears in her eyes at his heartfelt offer. She swiped them away angrily. Damn it, this is why you weren't supposed to let your guard down. But this was Sam; she didn't have to put on a show for him.

She nodded. "Okay," and finally she let the tears fall. She'd been holding back for too long. Suddenly he was holding her; she wasn't sure how she'd got there, who had inched closer to whom. But she knew right now there was nowhere she would rather be than in Sam Swarek's arms.

"Take me home," she whispered into his neck.

Andy followed Sam up the stairs, and she couldn't help staring at his ass as he walked in front of her. The way those jeans clung to it just perfectly..

Sam's voice broke her out of reverie. "Here, you can sleep in the guest bedroom."

Or you can just sleep in my bed. Focus Sammy, he scolded himself, she just broke it off with her fiancé, you're the last thing on her mind. She needs you to be her friend right now.

She stood in the doorway, taking her hair out of the bun she usually wore to work. "Thanks for this Sam, I really appreciate it."

"No problem McNally," he said, patting her on the arm, trying to keep the mood light.

"Okay, well I'm gonna go to bed. Long day and everything," she said with a weak laugh.

Long day indeed, it seemed like every time he turned around someone or something was threatening his rookie's life. He didn't want to admit just how much the thought of losing her got to him.

Andy pulled off her jeans and crawled into bed in her tank top and panties. She was exhausted after the day she'd had, but she just couldn't stop the thoughts from circling in her head. And the thoughts all came back to one person; Luke. Luke and Jo, together. The thought of it made her want to throw up. She had always thought that Luke was the 'good guy', the guy that would never cheat on his girlfriend. He had almost seemed perfect to a fault. But it turned out he had flaws, just like everyone else, and Andy laid there wondering just how well she had actually known him. Probably not at all, and that was the worst part.

Andy jumped out of bed, needing some sort of distraction. She walked downstairs quietly and turned the TV on, channel surfing until she settled on an old O.C. rerun. She tried to focus on the problems of Ryan and Seth, but she kept coming back to her own problems. She turned off the TV, throwing the remote on the couch in frustration. She headed to the fridge and rummaged around, not really sure what she was looking for. She settled on a beer, popping it open and taking a long sip. She closed the fridge door to see Sam standing there, his hair ruffled, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

"Oh shit, did I wake you?" Andy asked apologetically.

"Nah, I just came to get some water. What are you doing up?" he asked, his eyes zeroing in on the beer in her hand.

"Um, I couldn't sleep," she said, putting the beer can down self consciously.

"Bad dream?"

She snorted. "Something like that,"

"Wanna talk?"

She shook her head stubbornly. "No," then she sighed, tipped her head back and chugged the rest of her beer. "Yes,"

"And it's like I never even meant anything to him," Andy vented as she sat cross-legged facing Sam on his bed.

"Andy, I may want to kick the guy's ass for hurting you so bad, but one thing I know for sure is that he cared about you, a lot."

Andy's heart beat skipped in excitement at his words, the image of Sam Swarek defending her honour popping into her head. She had to admit it turned her on. She shrugged, wanting to be stubborn, wanting him to say more things like that. And she was not disappointed.

"He did, Andy, but he's a fucking idiot for fucking it up with you. If I was ever lucky enough to have a girl like you, I would never let her away." He couldn't believe he was saying these things. This was so unlike Sam Swarek right now it was ridiculous. But she made him want to be that guy, the guy he always made fun of for being 'whipped'.

She smiled. "Thanks for cheering me up, Sam."

He shrugged, a little embarrassed now by his professions. "It's the truth," He had to remind himself again that she wasn't in the same place he was, she didn't feel the same way he did.

"You know on the one hand I feel so betrayed and I can't believe Luke would do this to me, and it makes me wonder if he ever really loved me. But another part of me feels relieved, like subconsciously I've just been waiting for something like this to happen. Waiting for something to tear us apart, because it never exactly felt right. It was good and it was safe, but it wasn't right, it wasn't effortless." Like this, Andy thought. She paused, wondering if she had the guts to say what she was really thinking. "But I'm done with playing things safe. I want fire, I want chemistry, I want passion." She looked Sam dead in the eyes, so he would have no doubt about her meaning. "I want you,"