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| Hawaii | May 25 2013, 10:10 PM Post #1 |
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I'm not a fanfiction writer. I've dabbled in it once or twice, but it's super hard for me to write in-character for characters that were not created by myself. I find it hard to create characters in the first place. xP Buuuut... I kind of write snippets of Rookie Blue stuff occasionally. Certainly not enough to warrant a FF.net profile. But I kinda want to share them to decide if they're any good. So I guess I'll post some here. I'm a little scared. |
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| Hawaii | May 25 2013, 10:15 PM Post #2 |
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In Which They Actually Hug alternate scene for 4.01 "Surprises" when Nick and Andy come face to face with Sam in the warehouse/the door opening and all that good stuff notes: I apologize for the lack of originality, style-wise. After reading so much amazing fic on LJ.com, their style has bled through to mine. --- It's not that she hugs him first, so much as she falls into him, too tired, too weary, too exhausted, too everything to even care. (Except that she does. Can feel Nick's dirt brown eyes between her shoulderblades.) It's not so much a hug than he catches her, keeps her from falling. But then it's a hug and it's her, yes, but it's different. She's different. She doesn't smell like Andy anymore. (Is that a weird thing for him to notice first? It's not. Right?) She smells like rust and sweat and the floor of a van. She doesn't even feel like Andy, skin gaunt, drawn tight over her bones. The t-shirt she is wearing is thin enough for him to feel through. She humming, body vibrating like it gets to doing when adrenaline's been coursing through her veins. Possibly she's humming from more things than just adrenaline. He's never seen her look this tired before. (There are honest-to-god bags underneath her eyes. Makes Sam want to do more than put Blackstone in a chokehold.) He wants- Sam wants a lot of things, honestly. Wants to lift her face off his chest with his hands to look at her. Like, really look at her. And have her answer him without using words like "good" or "great." But mostly he wants to rewind time and take her back with him to a better place, a happier time. Somewhere not here. Not now. They never were one for hugging. Not before or after or during even. And apparently not now, either. Andy pulls away, stands upright, pulls herself together. Won't look him square in the eye after that. (Nick, on the other hand, is not being shy about the eye contact.) Sam drops his arms back to his sides, stilling his fingers. For some reason, they keep wanting to twitch. "Let's get you two back to the barn," he says and it takes a minute before his mouth actually opens when he tells it to. Another minute to get the words out. She just looks so tired. Edited by Hawaii, May 26 2013, 04:16 PM.
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| Natalie | May 26 2013, 01:29 AM Post #3 |
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Aww nice |
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| Hawaii | May 26 2013, 04:20 PM Post #4 |
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it's easy with you random Nick/Andy moment during Dakota --- “What?” Nick looks across the couch at her like maybe her hair turned into snakes or something. (Which, as it turns out, is an animal that he does not like. Nature documentary on ball pythons and he switched direction completely, briskly marching through the kitchen and out the door of their cover apartment. She probably didn’t make it any better, hid a rubber snake in the shower the next morning.) “Put your foot up, c’mon,” Andy repeats her request, pressing her cold toes, nails recently painted a garish shade of purple, into the side of his thigh. Her long legs are tan enough to disguise the old scars on her knees, reminiscent of her childhood. Nick’s still looking at her questioningly, lifts his left foot from the knee, foot trapped beneath the coffee table. Andy rolls her eyes. Pokes him harder. “Other foot.” “Bossy,” he mutters, removing her cold feet and raising the appropriate limb. He turns towards her. Andy’s all twisted on the furniture, head tipped towards the muted television, some bearded guy screaming about discount prices, her back against the armrest, facing him with her bossy chin and dark eyebrows like they’re about to plan something other than one of her silly McNally antics. Her feet are bare and she plucks the thin ankle-length sock off his foot. Presses the bottoms of their feet together. Nick curls his toes over hers and laughs. Edited by Hawaii, May 26 2013, 04:22 PM.
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| Hawaii | Jun 1 2013, 02:37 AM Post #5 |
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a little like not additional Nick/Andy scene at The Penny for 4.02 "Homecoming" --- She caught him looking at her with a look they had perfected while undercover, is all. It’s why she snags him by the belt loop when he passes, headed back to his table with Gail. The blonde is waiting for him to return from his bathroom break, idly swirling around the drink in her glass. Andy yanks a little harder on his jeans than she means to. “That was fast,” she says, an eyebrow quirked towards the men’s room. “Door was locked.” He nods, short and quick. To the point. Tries to move along, but she still has two fingers curled in his belt loop. Nick can feel Oliver’s eyes on those fingers. "You good with Gail?" Andy asks, finally keeps her hands to herself. Nick pastes on a grin. "Yeah. But. Give it five minutes. Might change.” He shrugs, five years old on a playground, waiting his turn on the big slide. "Go get 'em tiger." Andy makes a loose fist and pumps it at chest height. A miniature cheer to boost morale. He smiles a little more real. Walks back to his table with Gail. When he looks over his shoulder again, both she and Oliver are gone. When Gail’s up at the bar ordering their third round, he pulls his phone out from his pocket. There’s an unread text from Andy. The screen lights up underneath the lip of the table. “Ollie called a cab for me. Don’t do anything stupid, ok.” He doesn’t have time to reply before Gail’s back. Slips his phone back into his pocket. With his head a little fuzzy around the edges from the alcohol, he thinks it feels a little like cheating. A little like not. Edited by Hawaii, Jun 1 2013, 05:55 PM.
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| Hawaii | Jun 2 2013, 01:54 AM Post #6 |
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cheater cheater pickle eater Gail/Oliver moment, set shortly after Project Dakota wraps up, 4.01-ish --- “So Peck.” They’re at a red light and Gail turns to look at Oliver. They’ve been steady riding partners since McNally and Collins split and took that deep undercover assignment. She’s sure that it’ll change once Andy’s back on shift. She’s not sure what she thinks of that. Doesn’t think about it much. Really. Change happens. “Yeah?” She snaps her gum at him. “You gonna tell me your ninja joke?” “What ninja jo-” she falters there, Oliver giving her a pointed look. “Don’t lie, Peck. You said you had a ninja joke and I want to hear it.” He smiles a thin smile at her. “Light’s green.” She huffs and puts her hands back on the steering wheel. Pops her gum some more, foot on the gas pedal. They’re driving through some of the rougher neighborhoods downtown. Best said something about keeping the 5-0 visible or whatever, scare off the amateur hoodlums. “Okay, fine.” It’s twenty-five mph, “slow children” and of all things, the city had put in speed bumps. This wasn’t exactly the place for drag racing. It was practically the ghettos. Gail drives over the bumps with a little more speed than is appropriate. “So there’s two ninjas talking to one another, right?” She glances at him sidelong, out of the corner of her eye. Oliver’s looking out the window, rubs his fingernail against a smudge on the glass. (Gail takes the pickles he removes fastidiously from his sandwiches and eats them without asking now.) “The first ninja says to the other, “Man, I’m swamped. I have two murders and three assassinations this week. How about you?” The second ninja replies, “Nothing yet, looks like I’ve got time to kill.” Oliver imitates a rimshot. “Ba-dum cha!” Gail snorts. “You get it? You know. Like. “Time to kill?”” “Got it, Peck, got it, uh-huh.” He bites his lip and she can’t see his expression. “Hey Peck.” It’s not five minutes later, break lights on as she stops for some kids to cross the street. Their basketball gets loose from them, narrowly misses their bumper. Oliver interrupts her before she even opens her mouth to start snarking. “What.” She doesn’t try to keep the half-growl, half-snarl out of her face. He just loves annoying her, she thinks. Doesn’t know why she never stops him. “I got a good pirate joke. You know, ‘cos pirates versus ninjas and all that.” She’s debating in her head whether or not it’s too early to be heading to that deli that they both like. It’s basically the only place in the city that they both can agree on. (Otherwise it’s a lip-sync rap battle, whoever messes up first loses their right to pick the lunch venue. That horrible rap station is the only preset on the cruiser’s radio.) “You ready for it?” Gail rolls her eye. “Shoot me now,” she drones. “Okay, here goes.” He even sits up straighter in the seat, untwists his seatbelt where it lays across his vest. “What do pirates and pimps have in common?” “I don’t know, Shaw. What?” she fakes a perky voice and smile, transparent sarcastic in a way that only she can pull off, and she knows it. Oliver remains undaunted. Finishes the joke. “They both say “yo ho” and walk with a limp.” She actually laughs. Catches herself, but not before an unseemly cackle slips out. Oliver grins at that. Picks up on the radio when a call for a B&E comes in. They’re in the neighborhood. “Ready to rumble, Peck?” “I was born ready,” she answers, flipping on the cruiser’s lights, dialing up some original snarkiness. “Hey, I got one more for ya,” he says as they pick up speed. “Why did the pirate go to the Apple store?” Edited by Hawaii, Jun 2 2013, 01:56 AM.
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| Hawaii | Jun 3 2013, 03:18 AM Post #7 |
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less than Sam and Marlo break up and Andy hears about it through the grapevine --- Sam visibly flinches when she comes into the kitchen. Considers making a mad dash for it. Only because he knows that she knows. Of course she does. Not only did she just spend the entirety of her shift on patrol with Cruz, but he knows how quickly information passes through 15's grapevine. Andy's right up next to him now, he moves over so that her holster doesn't catch on his belt loops. Suddenly, he's forgotten what he was doing. Was he making coffee for the fifth time that day? He couldn't remember why he had left his desk in the first place. Needed to stop staring at paperwork like they were blank pages screaming his name. He didn’t really know what he felt. Guilt mostly. If he had to pick one. Because he didn’t really feel all that bad. Certainly not heartbroken. Barely numb. He should feel more. Shouldn’t he? Sam wipes at a spot of spilled creamer on the counter with a paper towel. Decides it would feel weird to walk away from her. She just got here. So. "Didn't take?" she asks. "Didn't take," he says after a bit. Damp paper towel crumpled and discard in the waste basket. "Oh." And he appreciates that she doesn't look pleased or smug. Doesn't even have to pretend and put on a fake expression. He could tell. If she was. He looks down at the cup of coffee she just prepared, closes his fingers around it when she hands it to him. Hadn't even noticed that she was making it for him. Half a spoon of sugar, no creamer. "I'm not going to say sorry or anything. But. You get that, right?" Her forehead is wrinkled, looking at him. He can't make his face do anything. The styrofoam cup is warm against his palm. Sam nods. She nods back and their eyes do this thing. Their thing. (A thing he totally wouldn't be noticing right now if Nash hadn't pointed it out. What had she called it...? "Eye-sex" or some other incredibly stupid term. Whatever. Something the rooks talked about, "epic fails" and "bromance." Like they were practically twelve sometimes. Middle school and locker gossip, loud whispers and dares. Anyway.) It's how he knows he can talk to her. When he wants to. If he ever wants to. And that somehow makes everything just a little bit okay. It eases something in his chest, makes everything a little less tightly constricted. He breathes. |
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| Hawaii | Jun 4 2013, 01:22 AM Post #8 |
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The One In Which Everything Changes (And Sam Cannot Deal) AU-ish? you'll see inspired by me seeing a RB confession and misreading it as the confessor wanting a scene with Andy and Marlo running together instead of Sam and Marlo. Really a draft at this point, but posting it anyways. --- After the break up, things get weird. Okay. Maybe not so much weird as things continue to change. In some very unexpected ways. Sam doesn’t know why or even if he expected things to stay the same, but he certainly didn’t expect things to change this much. Although it finally comes out in the open that Andy and Nick actually did the impossible and succeeded in not sleeping together while under cover for half a year posing as a viable couple, Gail and Nick never completely patched things up and now Sam is almost but not completely sure that the icy blond is half way in or out of some theoretical “closet.” He’s not sure yet if she’s coming out or was even inside to begin with, but he is a detective now and they don’t give those promotions out to just anyone. Diaz is long gone, a trainer officer at Timmins’ PD, reduced to the family snapshots he texts to the old gang of rookies. They pass Dov’s smartphone around their table at The Penny, the girls inevitably “aw”ing at the predicaments that little Christian gets himself into. That last one pictured the boy hung up on the knob of a kitchen drawer by the back of his shirt, silverware spilled on the floor. Rumor has it they’re expecting a little girl in five and a half months. Traci’s eased up and backed off of the whole workaholic phase, something that he is thankful for though he may not have ever voiced his concerns for her. These days, he’s been spending time, afterhours, with her and Leo. He knows that he doesn’t owe her anything. Doesn’t feel guilty or like he owes them anything. But. He’s realizing slowly, that their friendship is something he values. He doesn’t want to lose it, like he’s lost so many in the past due to lack of participation on his part. He hadn’t expected the friendship, but he found himself falling into it while Andy was gone. While they figured out how to work together as Ds. Normally, he doesn’t like surprises much. Not all surprises were bad. Dov’s been actually less Dov than usual. Hadn’t been as much of a nerd lately, all caught up in his latest sizzling romance, this time with Best’s goddaughter, Chloe. Sam has a hard time deciding which is worse. This, or dating a victim, or dating the sister of the kid you shot. Figures that it’s none of his business. But it someone asked him, he’d say that the ETF girl had been the best choice, if only because it had been the one relationship that had seemed the most normal and easy. Sam had been tempted, but hadn’t had the heart to strike up a bet with Oliver on how long this girl would last. So Epstein hadn’t changed much. But nothing could beat what he was currently witnessing. Marlo and Andy were out running. Together. The first time he saw them he’d been sitting streetside, hunched over his lunch, ready to bolt back to the bullpen the second that Nash called him with an update. They’d had a runner, another prison break. He’d seen the brunettes and promptly forgotten to keep chewing. Forgot about the prison escapee, too. Tried to swallow and nearly choked. Caught the attention of everyone on the street with his violent coughing. So that had happened. From what he knew (and he really knew very little) they had some sort of competitive friendship going, each one trying to one-up the other. They had entered in the annual Toronto Marathon, a tidbit he only knew from overhearing Andy brag about it to Nick when they were putting away their equipment at the end of a shift. It was the 42k that Marlo had been trying to get him to enter with her back when they had still been together. Now, out of all people to run with, she and McNally were doing it. Sam still couldn’t wrap his head around the feeling he had gotten, watching them run past him, Andy’s braid flopping against the perfect line of her back, Cruz’s shorter braid laying against her tan neck. Really, they weren’t his type. He had a thing for blondes. They weren’t his type. He had tossed the rest of his sandwich in the trash and walked back to the precinct, hands dug deep into his pockets. Thing was, they both seemed perfectly happy to remain single. Nash dated, on and off, got back on the horse at the suggestion of her friends. It stayed light-hearted. It would come up in their casual conversations, her bringing water bottles to the gym where Sam was teaching Leo how to box, sitting beside him on a park bench while Leo played soccer with the neighborhood kids. That was where he saw Marlo and Andy for the second time. Sports bras and running tights, Andy with a windbreaker tied around her waist. Marlo has an iPod tucked into her waistband, but the earphones were wrapped around it. They're mid-conversation, words rhythmic with their breaths. Marlo spots him first, her gaze sharp. Andy spoke first. “Oh, hey Sam.” He tries to keep his eyebrows from crawling up into his hairline. Traci doesn’t. Sam sees her lock eyes with Andy. “Leo’s playing soccer,” she says, nodding her head towards the group of kids, their knees grass-stained, smiles with loose teeth, no semblance of actual rules of the game. “Cool.” McNally nods brightly. When she says “cool” she actually means it. Looks like she wants to go join them for half a minute, long legs and good sportsmanship. Marlo’s observing the kids like she’s trying to take her pick out of a line-up. She’s this intense with almost every part of her life. Sam knows this. Sometimes wishes he didn’t. But mostly is glad that he does. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen him,” she remarked, her gaze guarded when it comes to rest on him. “He’s getting tall, Nash.” “Mm, he’s already been bragging to his friends that he’s almost as tall as his mom.” Nash glances between the triangle of three. “So…” Sam breaks the look he’s been sharing with Andy, re-crosses his arms over his chest. “Marathon’s coming up, yeah?” Good ‘ole Trace, still trying to break the ice, keep the conversation going in a neutral direction. “Oh yeah. We’re gonna kill it! Right Marlo?” Andy’s always been all or nothing. Mega-watt grin, sweat glistening in the late afternoon sunlight. She dances in place, light on her feet like a prize fighter. Like she hasn’t just run 15k. Marlo laughs. Makes Sam realize that he hasn’t heard that sound in a while. He hadn’t known he even missed it. Sure didn’t miss these complicated feelings though. Kinda wants to turn himself inside out, hide inside for a while. Wants to tug his hoodie up over his head and tug it tight around his ears. “Easy there, McNally. Let’s not count our eggs before they’re hatched.” She looks past Sam at Traci and flashes a quick there-and-gone-again smile. “But we are feeling pretty good about it.” “Stoked, stoked, stoked!” Andy crows. She’s distracted by the soccer game, starts jumping up and down when Leo almost scores a goal. “Rigged! Game’s rigged!” she calls, joking but also not. Marlo reels her back in. They’ve got more ground to cover, eight more kilometers, another lap. “Alright, see you guys tomorrow morning,” Traci says. Sam echoes her and it sounds weak to even his own ears. Begs out of the rest of their planned night, promises ice cream for next time, his treat. Goes home , sits on the edge of his bed, tries not to think of jogging over to Andy’s apartment, telling her that he doesn’t want to talk. Thinks instead on how everything has changed. |
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| Hawaii | Sep 3 2013, 02:24 AM Post #9 |
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the part they left out post-ep for 4.08 I swear they just forgot to put this scene in. --- So he takes Oliver's advice. “Hey… McNally,” he adds in her last name like a catchphrase, a safety net to keep himself from falling. “I wasn’t kidding about that dance, you know,” she says and he swears that her breath smells like apples. “You know I don’t dance,” he says, but it’s not really true. “I know,” she replies evenly, because she does. They whirl past Ollie and his witch lady friend on the dance floor. |
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| Hawaii | Oct 8 2013, 11:54 PM Post #10 |
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break-up buddies another Nick/Andy moment during Dakota --- “Come on Andy, you don’t need him anymore.” Nick shuffles the cards in his hands. They’ve been playing a ridiculous card game lately called Sopio, anything to break up the mundane down time between the unsteady jobs of his UC character, Nick. Yes, they hadn’t changed their names for this op. Andy said initially that it took some of the fun out of it. Luke had come down hard on that, told them that deep cover wasn’t supposed to be fun. They weren’t playing games. But here they were, playing a game created on the internet of all places. They played up to 5,000 points just because they had the time. Nick had to agree with Andy. Making up cover names would have been fun. “I don’t want you to be a break-up buddy right now.” Andy’s drawing from the deck, her best poker face on and not because of the cards she is placing in her left hand, rearranging them as she goes. “Okay,” he says evenly, backs off real quick. He picks his hand, five cards, spreads them out with his thumb. |
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| AnaFL | Oct 9 2013, 10:35 PM Post #11 |
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I like your writing style very much. I hope you keep posting.
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| Hawaii | Oct 19 2013, 11:27 PM Post #12 |
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Aw, thank you so much! It warms my heart to know that someone has read and enjoyed these little snippets. |
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