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Title: Table seats four and a couch seats three
Word Count: 1500+
Rating: R

AN: I have absolutely no idea why I wrote fic that's going to be Jossed in less than two days.  Title from Joel Plaskett, just to switch it up with the Canadian band theme.


Table seats four and a couch seats three

Sam spends the morning alternating between feeling stupidly pleased and just straight-up stupid.  (Only, when he runs into Brennan on his first shift all he gets is a “well played” and a pat on the back, so. Probably he isn’t going to die over this.)  He works right up until lunch, shifting supplies (not product—legitimate supplies, chairs and tables and chesterfields, antiques for the front business; Brennan doesn’t quite trust him yet), then eats a sandwich in the back of the truck, hands twitching like he’s still touching her.  Like he wants to grab at something, and cold cuts on rye really aren’t doing it for him.

Well.  They really aren’t.

The nervous energy sticks until around three.  Three-thirty, and his body starts to remember the one hour of sleep it got (one fucking hour, because they waited and waited until the last possible minute—Andy shoving herself down onto his cock, half-laughing, half-moaning, “God, Sam, I’m going to be so late”—and then after that they waited some more; kissing in the doorway, the way her mittens felt against his bare chest).  By five, Sam’s yawning at every red light.  Benny, the kid he’s riding with, offers to take the wheel.  Which is saying something—Benny can’t drive.

So. Bottom line: Sam gets back to his crappy flat where the bed sheets are still messed up and everything smells like her, and he’s wondering, just a bit, why he went under in the first place.

(“I miss you,” she says, after Ernie the Zamboni driver but before dawn, head buried in his neck so he can’t see her face. “Not like, all the time, or anything. You just always made the best coffee.”

Sam rubs at the curve of her waist (unexpected; he always thought she was straight up-and-down, coat hanger hips like a runway model).  “Tell Ollie I said to get you some.”

“Ha.  He’d never.”  She brings her head up and Jesus Christ, she may actually be pouting at him.  Sam can’t tell if it’s put-on—if she’s mocking that kind of girl—or if she’s serious.  (Dear god, but she’s young.  Sam wants to feel bad about that.)  A blink and she’s a copper again, that hard set of her mouth.  “Anyways.  I can get my own.”

This girl.  Sam swears she’ll give him whiplash.  “Right.”

A beat. “I like yours better though.”

“Right.”  Then: “Miss you too.”)

So.

Still, mostly he avoids thinking about it.  Tries, anyway.  (What he does do: collapse into bed face-first, sleep for the next ten hours.)

That’s the first day.




The second day, though, that’s his day off.  (And there’s some trouble—idle hands, all that bullshit.)  Sam wakes up feeling like he could run a 5k, no warm up; easy.  Problem is, Sam doesn’t run.

He sits on the edge of the bed for a while, rolling the burn phone back and forth between his palms.  Thinks about calling Boyd.  Not to report the slip-up or anything, just—the way you’d call a sponsor (he needs some sense knocked into him, is the thing).  Except Boyd hates McNally, would probably love to stir up shit for her, so.  That’s out.

Eventually he stops by the grocery store, buys a bunch of fresh produce he doesn’t need for a truly ridiculous price (it’s Toronto, the middle of November; at least the clementines are cheap).  There’s no reason to, it’s just that McNally got up around four in search of food and pronounced his jar of pickles and leftover takeout “sad”; Sam drops a head of lettuce into the crisper, figures it’s a marginal improvement.  Besides which, better nutrition is never a bad idea.  (Although, how furtive he feels picking out those avocadoes—Yeah.)

Come lunchtime, he’s out the door again.

By 1:15, he’s ducking into a public library, hood up and tuque pulled low, ancient dial-up connection creaking away.  He brings up gmail; a tap of the keys and he’s zamboni_37; a tap of a couple more and he’s fired off an email.  Just like that.  Easy.

you make it back in time?

(He’s just—he’s been wondering.  By the time they finally got her out the door and into a cab it was late—like, 5:20 late—McNally bouncing on her heels, “Sam, could you maybe lend me some cash?”, her mittens and her eyes and that stupid hat, the rush of cold air from the hall as she leaned back in to kiss him, and—well.  He’ll be really amused if she wins the contest with $20.01, is all.)

He hangs around for a while, pacing between Personal Growth and the biography section.  There’s absolutely no justification for it, but… there it is.  He doesn’t really have time to feel stupid, thank god—she emails back almost immediately, long and rambling and full of typos.  Some story about Epstein and one hundred-plus dollars in cash.  And it’s not like—she’s working night shifts this week, he knows, Nash working days so she can be with her kid, so. Probably she was just bored.

She doesn’t sound like herself, in writing.

(Tucked away near the end, beside some anecdote about Ollie making bank on Dov’s victory: i had a really great time not winning.)

That’s the second day.




The third day—a Sunday; Irish thugs and their inconvenient refusal to push drugs after church—Sam wakes up to another email from her.

can i see you again?

It’s time-stamped from five a.m.; she must have sent it just after shift ended.  Sam blows on his hands, glances around the empty library.  There’s a kid staring at him from Self Help, but if Sam starts taking signs from the universe now, Andy’s never going to stop laughing.

sure.




(So.  Three days.

Although really—

her head dropping back, messy hair and those long long legs, her skinny knees and the way she got a little selfish, a little insistent, the second time he tried going down on her

—Sam’s not all that surprised.)




They meet at some tiny lakeshore park, forty-five minutes up the 401.  McNally brings shitty coffee; Sam brings Timbits (he remembers the way she used to inhale them on late-night patrols, one by one until she reached the sugar quota required for functionality).  It’s far enough away that it takes her three buses and a cab to get there; Sam has time to psych himself out twice.  He’s leaning against his car, hands in his pockets, when she finally walks up.

The thing about McNally: she has a really killer smile.

“Hi,” she says.  She’s a little breathless, sweating inside her puffy jacket, like she maybe ran the last hundred meters.  Sam stops thinking about calling this off.

“Hi.”

“I backtracked, like, three times, so.”  She gestures behind her, as if to say, see; no stalkers.  “We should be good.”

Sam rubs a hand over his eyes.  Her grin is wide, infectious, like this is some great trick they’re pulling off, them against the universe.  It’s not exactly an unattractive thing to pretend.  “So Epstein beat you out, huh?”

She laughs.  “Everyone beat me out, Sam; I had a twenty.”  She comes closer.  “Would you have bet on me?”

“Sure.”  He gets a finger through her belt loops, pulls her the rest of the way in.  “And been out fifty bucks.”

“Hey!”  She shoves at his shoulders.  Her hair’s in a messy braid down her neck; Sam wants to ask if she’s slept since her shift ended, but he also wants to put her up against the side of the truck, so. “I could’ve won.”

“Not playing pool like that.”  It’s freezing out here; McNally’s all chapped lips and cold nose, shivering under her layers.  Sam tugs her closer, rubs quick and brisk up the sides of her coat (he’s mostly aiming for warmth; still, she shudders, just a bit, when his palm slides over the edge of a breast).

Right before he kisses her, Sam thinks: this is a bad idea.

He doesn’t stop.




She hasn’t slept since shift ended, as it turns out.

Sam gets her in a bed (a motel; he’s stupid, sure, but there are limits), gets her warm and naked, and she immediately starts yawning.  So.  He spends the better part of the morning watching daytime tv with the volume on low, McNally out cold—“just for five minutes, Sam, seriously”—beside him.  She sleeps messily, outflung arms and legs and an alarming amount of twitching.  Sam watches the Mythbusters prove you can’t dodge a bullet and keeps his hands to himself.

(He dozes off twice: 'Sammie-boy, you are one dumb fuck,' Jamie Hyneman says in Oliver's voice, beret titled crazily sideways—

Sam agrees.)

Later, he looks on as she constructs lunch out of a truly odd combination of vending machine snacks (he tells her she’s disgusting and she shows him her tongue, half-chewed Skittles and a Cheeto, and Christ, she has the maturity level of a five-year-old, there is no earthy reason for him to be so—but he is, apparently, he really is, because he kisses her maybe two minutes after that; she tastes like cheese and sugar), and feels stupidly lucky for no reason at all.




(“Last time,” he tells her, hand on her waist. “Andy, sweetheart, this is the last time—”

“What?” She’s got her eyes shut tight, concentrating (she slides the rest of the way onto him and they open again; ta-dah). “No, yeah, totally. Last time.”)




so I lied, the email starts, two days later.  This time around the library’s completely deserted, no kids watching from Self Help; yesterday on the job, Benny said ‘fucking Christ, J.D., what’re you smiling at?’ and nearly dropped an armoire on Sam’s foot.

The universe has a plan.  Sure, McNally.  Okay.

(They’re idiots, they’re idiots, this is the stupidest thing Sam’s ever—)

He cracks his knuckles, starts to type up a reply. 

Date: 2011-09-07 08:09 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nereemac.livejournal.com
I have absolutely no idea why I wrote fic that's going to be Jossed in less than two days.

I have no idea either, but I'm glad you did. NEW FIC! Exactly what I've been craving for days.

So, Sam's not surprised it took three only three days - I'm surprised it took that long.

Also, I love Sam's e-mail address. And the canadianisms. And the kid watching from Self Help. And, well, the whole thing really.

Date: 2011-09-07 03:11 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] threeguesses.livejournal.com
THIS PAIRING, MAN. It makes me do ill-advised things. Glad you enjoyed!

Date: 2011-09-07 10:11 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] plastichangers.livejournal.com
GUH YESSS, I NEED MORE FIC TO SURVIVE THIS WEEK. Thank you for this! And please write more! And please get me a time machine to take me to the next episode!

Date: 2011-09-07 03:13 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] threeguesses.livejournal.com
Ahaha, the finale's in two days and by brain was like, you know what'd be awesome? Post-ep fic that's about to be tossed out by canon.

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Date: 2011-09-07 01:32 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] anitac588.livejournal.com
Bloody hell, this was needed, so much, so bloody much, like a lifeline!!!!!

I especially appreciate vivid images of their activities before 5.20am. :D

Thank you!

Date: 2011-09-07 03:15 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] threeguesses.livejournal.com
\o/ Glad you enjoyed.

Date: 2011-09-07 01:45 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lowriseflare.livejournal.com
Oh, JEEZ. I don't know if at this point I'm just primed to feel ALL OF THE FEELINGS at the mere mention of this pairing or if your writing is just that rad (both, I think. I think it's both), but basically I would like to invite this fic out for a non-platonic burger and more, IF YOU KNOW WHAT I'M SAYING. The EMAILS! She takes three buses to east bumfuck for sexytimes and falls asleep! THEY MISSED EACH OTHER, that sound you hear is my heart tearing apart to ashes or whatever the hell those nonsensical lyrics are, etc etc. Gosh, I don't know what my malfunction is, but the idea of him being under and lonely and buying produce he's not going to eat is like, completely emotionally unhinging to me.

And then: “Andy, sweetheart, this is the last time—”

Way to come for me where I live, dude.

Also, question (strictly theoretical, of course): where, uh. Do you stand on babyfic?

Date: 2011-09-07 03:21 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] threeguesses.livejournal.com
(Okay, so, possibly ever since you wrote him calling her sweeatheart, it's basically been my personal canon. Like, to the point that if he calls her anything else on the show, um, IT MIGHT SEEM A BIT OUT OF CHARACTER, is all I'm saying.)

BABYFIC. Oh Jesus Christ, get out of my brain. I want this a truly inappropriate amount. Just... Sam and BABIES. Sam trying to get her pregnant, I cannot even.

So. Those are my feelings on that.

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SHE'S HIS LOBSTER, OKAY?

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ASKED AND ANSWERED.

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THERE ARE NO OTHER EXPLANATIONS.

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ABSOLUTELY WE SHOULD.

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THIS WAS TRICKY.

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MIND. MELD. *jazz hands*

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MCNALLY'S FAVOURITE ACCESSORY

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A+ ON THE UNDERWEAR DESCRIPTION

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DITTO. (MEN, FOR INSTANCE.)

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EXCELLENT. I'M GLAD WE AGREE.

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SQUEE!!!! (and I do not squee)

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Date: 2011-09-07 03:59 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] earnmysong.livejournal.com
This is such a lovely post-ep. Perfect. ♥

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Date: 2011-09-07 07:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hibbleton.livejournal.com
I AM FEIGNING COMPUTER FAILURE AT WORK AND READING THIS ON MY BLACKBERRY

PROMISE YOU'LL NEVER STOP WRITING THESE TWO

This is perrrrfect, so perfect I want to put it in the museum next to that stripey painting in the National Art Gallery that they paid like $1.2 million for.

Date: 2011-09-07 09:10 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] threeguesses.livejournal.com
...Okay. UM. YOU WIN FOR ART GALLERY REFERENCES. (It could go under the giant $2 million spider, all I'm saying.)

Date: 2011-09-07 10:07 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ws-scribe.livejournal.com
Oh my...I just can't even.

He's too tired to drive, and Benny offers and he can't even drive so, yeah, maybe Sam should start thinking about sleep during these sessions with Andy cuz...hello! Safety and shit.

God, I love this! I don't care if canon is going to ruin this tomorrow, I'm going to love it right now!

And then with the commentfic! I seriously heart you guys. I wanna play, but my Sam and Andy are like way sub-par to yours. Like, starring down the barrel of the 18th tee with nothing but sand traps and trees in the way of my 4th double bogey, sub-par. So yeah, but BABY FIC!!

*squishes you*

Date: 2011-09-08 12:44 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] threeguesses.livejournal.com
Canon = life ruiner, basically. WHATEVER SHOW, BRING IT. I HAVE FANFIC.

(BABY FIC THOUGH. WHO AM I? WHY DO I WANT THESE THINGS? This shoooooooow.)

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Date: 2011-09-08 01:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] crackers4jenn.livejournal.com
SAM AT THE LIBRARY WITH HIS LAME-O EMAIL ADDRESS (!!!) AND THE BAD IDEA OF IT ALL EXCEPT FOR HOW HE ALMOST GETS AN ARMOIRE DROPPED ON HIS FOOT BECAUSE WHAT THE HELL IS HE SMILING ABOUT. All of the hearts, they're in my eyes! This part in particular kills me:

(They’re idiots, they’re idiots, this is the stupidest thing Sam’s ever—)

He cracks his knuckles, starts to type up a reply.


It's the stupidest thing they've ever done except it's also THE BEST THING THEY'VE EVER DONE!

Date: 2011-09-08 02:52 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] threeguesses.livejournal.com
Andy McNally: worst. decisions. ever. (Although, okay, Benson and Stabler will forever and always win the WORST COPS EVER prize, so. Keep on keeping on, Rookie Blue.)

Date: 2011-09-08 02:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] genkichiba.livejournal.com
This fic is absolutely addictive.

Date: 2011-09-08 02:54 am (UTC)

Date: 2011-09-08 05:24 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kinseyjo.livejournal.com
PLEASE CAN WE MAKE OUT.

God I just love every fucking thing about this. especially the fucking thing. like gaaaaaaaaaaaah. the way he loves her is just like booth loving brennan only TIMES TEN GAJILLION AND TWO.

you two girls are going to be the ones who get me through the abysmally long off-season known as September through June. i'm totally excited for all my other shows to come back but i know there are going to be 2 heart-shattering hours tomorrow night that will make me want to diiiie.

i can't even form coherent sentences anymore. that's just. this is so. gah. sigh. *puddles*

Date: 2011-09-08 03:59 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] threeguesses.livejournal.com
Oh my god, RIGHT? I knew I shouldn't have gotten into a summer show, because now fall start-up will be tainted by the fact that Rookie Blue is over. UGG. UGG I SAY.

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Date: 2011-09-08 05:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wizened-cynic.livejournal.com
Late to the party as usual but aaaaaaaaaaaaaah! SO GOOD!!! Screw canon, I'm gonna go with this instead!

Also: BABYFIC!!!!!!!!!!! YOU GUYS BETTER GET ON IT!!! I am like refreshing this page every 0.2 seconds.

It is impossible to respond to you and [livejournal.com profile] lowriseflare without abusing my ! key.

Date: 2011-09-08 04:06 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] threeguesses.livejournal.com
Oh my god, the babyfic, I want it so shamefully bad for this pairing. Like, I want all the fic, but I REALLY REALLY want the babyfic. (Also, as a gay lady: Sam Swarek holding babies is DISTURBINGLY ATTRACTIVE, WHAT EVEN.)

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Date: 2011-09-08 10:10 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hibbleton.livejournal.com
i don't want to interrupt your commentfic, but you two, and the brilliant fucking writing, BUT ALSO THE SUBJECT/HEADER COMMENTARY

they told me i couldn't write N/A as my religious denomination on my marriage licence application (applied for via the City of Toronto, by the by, in case that piece of knowledge ever somehow comes in handy for fic) but i should have just put THREELOWRISEGUESSFLARES and let them figure it out.

Date: 2011-09-09 12:26 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] threeguesses.livejournal.com
Wow, okay, a) I think threelowriseguessflares may be the best team name ever, and b) haha, thank you! We're amusing ourselves, that's for sure.

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Date: 2011-09-09 04:25 am (UTC)
ext_962: (rookie blue - sam/andy down)
From: [identity profile] surreallis.livejournal.com
I have saved this fic, originally thinking it would be this weekend I'd read it. And now, it is right after the finale, and I am just... I NEED SOME FIC. And suddenly I remember that THIS IS STILL HERE, UNREAD.

And just... Oh god, it was JUST what I needed! And not jossed as much as you probably thought it would be! Ahahaha!

But it's just... so many great details, and I love your Sam voice, and it was just... it was hot. In that hot way where there are emotions and hints at physical things, but that's all you need.

Date: 2011-09-09 06:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] threeguesses.livejournal.com
INDEED, THIS WAS SHOCKINGLY LESS-THAN-JOSSED.

(Although, seriously guys, I can't BELIEVE you went to his place and not a motel. FAIL.)

Wow!

Date: 2011-09-10 05:45 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] comearoundtome.livejournal.com
I've been reading the fics on LJ for the past few months and I just had to join to leave a few comments about how AMAZING they are. Commentfics have pretty much made my WEEK at times :)

You guys are fantastic writers and this story is no different. You're gonna be getting me through these nine long months.

Re: Wow!

Date: 2011-09-11 04:13 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] threeguesses.livejournal.com
Thank you! Certainly, certainly we are amusing ourselves.

Date: 2011-09-15 03:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] her-lovelyheart.livejournal.com
Hellooo! I'm late to the party, I only just marathoned the seasons the other day but I am so in love with this couple and I can't get enough of them and had to hunt for fic and so glad I found your journal cause your work is amazing!

This is so perfect. I love his dorky e-mail and how she writes back and shares stories about work, and how they meet up at the park and even though they know they're both being dumb and Sam knows he should be more responsible, they can't stay away from each other. And you capture that... what's the word, that sense of irresponsibility, very well because you're scared for them and you know they should know better but you can't help but root for them throughout the fic. :) Great work!!! Any chance you can rec me some of your favorite authors/fics? Thank you!

Date: 2011-09-15 03:53 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] threeguesses.livejournal.com
Oh, man, okay, well. First of all, run, don't walk over to [livejournal.com profile] lowriseflare, who is pretty much the best thing since sliced bread. (I have two words for you: cop prom.) And then, hmm, a lot of stuff was written during the Porn Battle--specifically, [livejournal.com profile] surreallis and [livejournal.com profile] poeelektra spring to mind. It's a tiny fandom, but there's some great stuff out there.

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