234So, this story is basically a collection of random ideas I've had that I just needed to get out. It will be a bunch of one shots. They will likely all be AU with maybe a few that could be considered future fics. Some chapters may have a higher rating, but I will make sure to warn you if and when that happens. If anyone has any ideas, I always love to hear them!
Oh and don't worry, I haven't forgotten about my other stories. I've just had a lot of these written for a while and needed to get them out.
Disclaimer: Don't own Rookie Blue. Duh.
Chapter One: Bachelor Party
===========Collection of Thoughts===========
She's been tossing and turning all night. For someone who used to hate sleeping with another person, falling asleep is pretty much hopeless when Sam's arms aren't wrapped around her. And yeah, that realization should absolutely terrify her, but instead, it actually makes her smile. Lately, things between them have been just about perfect. They talk things out now; they tell each other how they feel; they don't hold back or run away; they're both all in, and she couldn't be happier.
But yeah, that also means that sleep isn't coming easy tonight.
So, when she hears him walk through the front door, she almost thinks she's dreaming. It's just that she wasn't expecting him. She can't remember the last night they spent apart and yeah, tonight has been so rough that she is half convinced she's imagining the fact that he has apparently decided to come home to her.
She glances at the clock and sees that it's 2:00 A.M. She lies back against her pillow and waits for him to come to her while a smile graces her lips. She chuckles when she hears him stumbling around her apartment. Yeah, he's definitely drunk.
Finally, he appears in her doorway.
"Hey," he says, when he sees that she's awake.
"Hey, I thought you were going to crash at Oliver's," she tells him, turning on her side to face him.
He shrugs as he undresses until he is wearing only his boxers. He slips into the bathroom and closes the door so the light doesn't bother her. She hears him brushing his teeth before he appears in front of her again. He quickly slides into bed beside her and wraps his arms around her.
"So, what are you doing here?" She asks with a smile.
"Wanted to see you," he informs her before pulling her in for a kiss. She smiles against his lips and snuggles up next to him after they pull away.
"You didn't drive, did you?" She asks.
"Took a cab," he tells her, with his eyes closed.
"Where's your truck?" She wonders.
"Hm…." He says, apparently needing a moment to think about it.
"You don't know?" She asks with wide eyes and a laugh.
"I'm sure it's somewhere," he shrugs, causing her to laugh out loud. Yeah, he is definitely drunk. She doesn't get to see him like this very often, but she can't say she doesn't enjoy it when she does. She likes seeing him carefree and silly like this.
"Did you have fun?" She asks as she plays with the hairs on his chest.
"Mhm," he says with a small nod.
"Good… I just hope you didn't get any diseases from all of those strippers," she teases.
Even though his eyes are closed, she can see the way he's rolling them at her while a smirk plays on his lips. "There were no strippers," he assures her, still refusing to open his eyes.
"No strippers? What kind of bachelor party doesn't have strippers?" She quips.
He lets out a chuckle, but decides not to respond to her question.
"So, what did you guys do?" She probes.
"Played poker. Grilled some steaks… drank… a lot," he explains.
"That sounds like it could be any other night. You didn't go anywhere?" She inquires.
"Nope."
"That's kind of lame."
"Well I'll make sure my bachelor party is more exciting," he assures her.
Her jaw drops and she is completely speechless. She studies his face for a moment, wondering if he even realizes what he just said. She assumes that maybe he's even more drunk than she originally thought and yeah, she's not above taking advantage.
"Oh yeah? I didn't know you were getting married. Who is she?" She teases.
He opens his eyes and smiles at her.
"Should I be jealous?" She asks, when he doesn't answer her.
"Probably. She's pretty amazing," he informs her.
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah," he whispers before pulling her in for a kiss.
"So when is this bachelor party of yours?" She jokes when he pulls away.
He closes his eyes and shrugs before lying back on the pillow. "As soon as I can convince you to marry me," he tells her as if it's no big deal.
Her jaw drops again and she stares at him, absolutely speechless for the second time in just a couple minutes. Again, she's not sure if he even realizes what he's just said because he looks like he's about to fall asleep any minute.
"What makes you think I'd need convincing?" She eventually asks.
He opens his eyes again and looks at her for a second before responding. "Are you saying you don't?" He questions.
"I guess that depends…"
"On what?" He wonders.
"Are you going to have strippers at your bachelor party?" She asks with a raised eyebrow and a small smirk.
"Well, I've heard that you can't really have a bachelor party without them," he quips, obviously pleased with himself.
"Hmm…" she says, not hiding her displeasure.
He lets out a chuckle. "I'm just kidding. Why would I need strippers when I'd much rather get a lap dance from you?" He asks. It's strange, but she feels like this conversation has somehow sobered him up a bit.
"And I pretty much strip for you whenever you want," she reminds him with a grin.
"That's true. How did I get so lucky?" he asks her before pulling her in for a kiss.
"Mm…" she murmurs against his lips. "And for the record, it really wouldn't take much convincing," she tells him, when she pulls away.
"Oh yeah?" He asks with a hint of surprise.
"Yeah, I think if you agreed to do the dishes for a week or two, I'd totally agree to marry you," she teases.
"Oh is that all?" He deadpans.
"Yep," she grins.
"Well, I guess that could be arranged," he tells her before leaning in for another kiss. She wraps her hand around the back of his neck to deepen the kiss and he happily obliges.
"I love you," he tells her when they part, his lips still hovering over hers.
"Love you, too," she tells him before he presses his lips against hers again.
When they part, he rests his head against the pillow again and closes his eyes, seemingly prepared for sleep. Andy, however, is fairly certain she's not getting any sleep tonight.
The room is silent for a few minutes, but he can feel her eyes on him. "Are you freaking out?" He asks, opening one eye to peek at her.
"What? No," she assures him. He raises an eyebrow, in response, apparently not too convinced.
"I'm not freaking out," she promises. "I'm just surprised," she admits.
"You're surprised… really?" He asks with a tone that's laced with its own surprise.
"Yes. I'm surprised. I didn't really think you really thought about this stuff," she explains.
"I think about it all the time," he confesses.
"You've never said anything," she points out.
"Didn't want to scare you," he shrugs.
"I'm not scared," she assures him.
"Okay… good," he says with a nod of his head.
"So… what else do you think about?" She probes.
"Lots of things… our future, mostly… what it'll look like," he explains.
"So what does our future look like?" She wonders.
He smiles at her and considers her question for a moment before finally answering. "Oh, I don't know… in my imagination, we usually have a house… something with a big fenced in back yard so the dog could run around…"
"We'd have a dog?" She asks.
"Of course we'd have a dog," he says with a smile, which she immediately returns.
"What else?"
"And we'd get married and we'd have some kids," he continues.
"Kids? Really?"
"Yes… you don't want kids?" He asks her, trying to hide the hint of disappointment that's threatening to expose itself.
"No, I do… we'd have pretty cute kids," she grins.
"Of course we would," he agrees.
"They would have to have your dimples," she decides.
"And your eyes," he tells her. "And your smile. And your ridiculous amount of enthusiasm," he continues, causing her smile to grow even wider. "And probably your propensity to get into trouble," he says with a laugh. She playfully slaps his arm before leaning in for a kiss.
"And probably your sarcasm and your tendency to break the rules," she teases.
"Yeah, they'd probably be a handful, but they'd be ours and we'd love them more than anything," he tells her.
She didn't think her smile could get any bigger, but it does. His words are having a serious effect on her heart right now and she isn't sure how much more she can take. "Yeah, we would," she agrees.
"And we'd make sure that they had the kind of childhood that we never got, you know?" He asks her, stopping to glance at her for a moment. When she nods, he takes it as his cue to continue.
"We'd take them to the park on the weekends and we'd go on family vacations and we'd make sure that at least one of us was home to tuck them in and read them a bedtime story… And we'd have family dinners together and we wouldn't miss their hockey games or ballet recitals…" he continues.
"You've really given this some thought," she observes.
He stops and look at her. "Are you freaking out now?" He asks, slightly worried.
She shakes her head. "No, that actually sounds… perfect," she tells him.
"Yeah?" He asks with a smile.
"Yeah," she nods.
"I thought so," he says before leaning in for a kiss.
"So… when do you see this future of ours starting?" She wonders.
"Soon, I hope," he declares.
"I think I'd be okay with that," she tells him.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah," she nods. "Uh, but just curious… how many kids are you thinking?" She asks.
"I don't know. Two? Three? Four?" He suggests.
"Probably two… definitely no more than three," she tells him. "I'd kind of still like you to find me attractive after all of these kids," she laughs.
"I don't think it's possible for me not to find you attractive," he murmurs against her neck.
"I'll remind you that you said that once I'm so big I can't see my feet and I'm covered in spit up," she tells him.
"I think you'd rock the covered in spit up look," he smiles.
She lets out a laugh and cups his face so he'll meet her eyes. "So… you really want all of that… with me?" She asks him.
"More than anything," he admits.
"Me too," she tells him.
"Yeah?"
She nods. "I love you," she tells him.
"Love you, too," he says before leaning in for a kiss.
When they pull away, she stares at him for a second, as if she's searching his eyes for answers.
"What?"
"I swear, if you don't remember this conversation tomorrow, I will kill you," she threatens, eliciting a laugh from the man beside her.
"Yeah, I can't see that happening," he promises.
"Better not," she retorts with a smile before leaning in for another kiss.
===========Collection of Thoughts===========
Please review! And I'd love to hear ideas of scenes/one shots you'd like to see. I've got tons of ideas, but I can always use more!
So far, I have a few chapters written or mostly written. I'm listing them below, let me know which you'd like to see first!
So far, I have the following chapters completed or almost completed:
Andy suspects Sam is cheating on her;
A couple different proposal scenarios;
Sam and Andy play Truth or Dare;
Sam has to take care of a drunken Andy;
Sam lets Andy ask him as many questions as she wants;
Sam takes Andy to Leslie's apartment in Best Laid Plains episode;
Sam doesn't stay away during their suspension;
Sam is with Marlo, but he gets drunk and confesses his feelings for Andy;
Sam gets more than he bargained for during a game of Two Truths and a Lie;
Then, I also have the following chapters that have only been started:
Sam and Andy aren't together and get stuck in a blizzard during a prison transfer and have to stay at a hotel for the night;
Sam and Andy begin their own Christmas tradition;
Sam and Andy have sex in an Interrogation room after he breaks up with Marlo.
Let me know which ones you're interested in reading. And please give me some ideas of other one shots you'd like to see!
Thanks!
