Major Crimes Fanfic- One More Day
It had been a bad day, a bad case; Sharon, having finished writing the latest reports, had returned home to what had become their love nest for two years now. Andy, on the other hand, had not been in the mood: wasted young lives always had that effect on him, threatening to plunge him back into the abyss of drinking. He had gone to an AA meeting; normally, he never shared details of his work, merely talking about how drinking had ruined his family, but this time it had been different. No names, ranks, descriptions. a simple sentence.
Hi, I'm Andy and I've been sober for almost 30 years. It's been a good half of my life now that I don't drink, but as I once told a good friend of mine, you can't change who and what you are, only the way you approach life. Sometimes I drank not because I was a jerk, but because I wanted to delude myself that I could forget what sucks in the world. I'm a cop, and-and I had a very bad case. A guy killed a teenager, a girl his age, and threw her in the trash, just like that, because she was nothing to him and she didn't deserve anything different. Fifteen years old. Those two kids were only fifteen years old....
When the meeting was over, he had stayed a while to talk; he had sought out his sponsor, and vented a little to him-with Randy, they had known each other all their lives, he could even go into a little more detail-and then, finally, he had gone home.
The apartment was completely shrouded in darkness and silence; Andy tried to flick the light switch, but nothing happened, and he was filled with a feeling of dread. It felt to him as if he were inside some movie, or crime TV series, where the protagonist came home and once he managed to turn on the light found the dead body of his own wife.
He moved slowly, bringing his hand to the holster he carried at his side; circumspect, he flattened himself against the wall, crawling along the walls until he reached the kitchen. He heard a noise, something falling to the ground, shattering into dozens, perhaps hundreds of pieces, and pointed his weapon in the direction of the noise.
The light suddenly returned, and Andy heard a female voice scream - squeak - as soon as he moved, pointing his weapon at what he was sure was an intruder, ready to shoot.
Andy blinked, in disbelief; in front of him, amid the shards of a cup, wearing a Japanese silk kimono like a robe, was Sharon, without glasses and with her hair completely disheveled.
"What the hell -- Sharon, I almost shot you!" He rebuked her, slipping the gun into its holster.He dropped down on one of the dining room chairs, and brought a hand to his heart, which was beating wildly. "What were you going to do, give me another heart attack?"
She smiled at him, sweet, motherly, and Andy remembered all the times she had taken care of him-including the time he had been beaten up on the street and ended up in the hospital, and she had gotten into the ambulance with him after the attack, never leaving him alone, not even for a moment.
The woman gave him a glass of water, and put her fingers on his carotid artery, trying to see if his heart rate was returning to normal; Andy closed his eyes, sighed, and began to purr, as if he had been a big gray cat. Sharon burst out laughing, her eyes watering with joy, and she clutched Andy's head to her chest, studding that flowing silver hair with kisses.Andy moved the kimono's neckline slightly and kissed the long pink scar that started from her sternum and ran almost all the way across her rib cage in its entirety, and rested his ear against it, eyes closed.
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom....
A regular, perfect rhythm, his favorite sound, the one he set to listen to every night before falling asleep, the one he heard every morning as soon as he woke up-that of Sharon's heart. He didn't know who donated that organ, but not a day went by that he didn't thank God for that gift, because after Julio had managed to revive her, the doctors had been able to stabilize her long enough until a donor came along-and that, in the end, she had agreed to undergo the transplant: even one more day with her, to him, was a miracle.
"Mom, Eddie fixed the fuse that blew and..." Rusty and his boyfriend, a dashing Texas-born firefighter, Eduardo, entered the house by slamming the front door; Andy and Sharon didn't even bother to separate, they just stayed cuddled in their little bubble. "What are you two doing?"
"Come on, aren't they sweet?" Eddie elbowed him in the arm, and Rusty rolled his eyes as his boyfriend grabbed him by the wrist and dragged him away. "Come on, come on, let's leave them alone, they're so cute! Goodbye, Mr. and Mrs. Flynn!"
The young men walked out of the apartment, and from inside the house, Andy and Sharon heard the elevator going up to their floor. They burst out laughing, and exchanged a long, tender kiss, still cuddling for a long time.
Every day was a gift to them.
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