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“You can be a good man, or you can be a good father”

Somewhere, in his own convoluted way, Billy saw this as his chance at redemption, to be the father Andy never had. I found this scene so striking, the way their emotions almost mirrored one another’s - it was an acting masterclass!

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Can we also discuss how each adult character of the Barber family had to make a choice on how far they would go for their family? It plays into what Billy Barber said about choosing to be a good father or a good man. Andy, Laurie and even Billy were confronted with this choice and the show did an incredible job establishing this to where you could look back and see why they made their choice.

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This scene is already giving me chills. Amazing 😭🙌🏽

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Ticking Clock: Eight

After your boyfriend is sentenced to prison by Neal Loguidice, you continue to find yourself in the crosshairs of Andy Barber, who is intent on keeping you close under the guise of being a friend in your time of need.

[18+ ONLY - this chapter contains strong language, manipulation and mentions of pregnancy.]

Dark! Andy Barber x Fem! Reader

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Summary | Neal brings more bad news as Andy's personal life takes a turn.

The last person you expected to hear from was Neal.

He’d called you before your alarm woke you up, your fingers fumbling with the phone that was tangled in the sheets before you answered. It was a simple request but one that was dripping with a warning and you knew Neal would not tell you anything further if you asked for more details.

You showered, forcing back down the nausea that taken hold for the past three weeks before you brushed your teeth and pulled on a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt, slipping on your shoes before you left the house. The drive to the courthouse was quiet, your mind focused on what you thought Neal would tell you next.

Billy’s words still echoed in your ear from time to time and now, it was all but a roar between your ears as you parked the car, unmoving in your seat as the thoughts racked up in your brain of what Neal wanted to tell you.

There had been radio silence from Andy, save for a phone call that you had missed. Every fiber of your being had told you to stay away, to let him grieve and take care of his family. In return, you had gone back to the quiet life you had once lived.

Before Andy Barber had taken over.

The cold bit around your fingers as you slammed the door closed, the alarm chirping behind you while you made your way up the steps.

Neal waited for you while the officer poked through your purse before he let you through the metal detector. He straightened his tie, the expression on his face one of sadness as he walked down the hallway with you in tow. You gripped the strap of your purse, worry washing over you as he opened the door to a conference room and motioned for you to take a seat.

“I’m sorry to call you on such short notice. But I told you that I’d keep in touch with you if I found out anything,” Neal began, his lips pursed as he paused. “There is no easy way to say this.”

Your heart pounded rapidly at his words, your body leaning forward almost involuntarily at his impending news.

“There was another fight. This time against his cellmate. Your boyfriend will be transferred to another institution. Out of state.”

The box of tissue was slid in front of you before the first tear fell. Your throat opened and closed, painful without a sound as you tried to breathe. Your lips quivered violently before your body caught up with your broken heart as a sob ascended from your mouth.

“No,” you cried out, the tissue soaked against your cheeks. “Please, don’t.”

“It’s out of my hands,” Neal informed you quietly, his voice low as he tried to soothe you. “This is above me.”

“It wasn’t his fault!” you tried to say, your words muffled against the thickness of your throat. “It was Billy. Did you even investigate?”

“We’ve done what we could. Security footage shows your boyfriend going berserk. Unrestrained rage. It was the final straw. Everything is off the table. Including visits for at least six months.”

“I want to see him. Please, he was upset about something. That’s why he lashed out. This is a setup.” Your words only made Neal more focused on you, your fingers swiping at the tears that continued to fall.

“How do you know it was a setup? Did he tell you that? He hasn’t had a visit from you in weeks. Guards said that he made you pretty upset.”

“He did but it doesn’t matter anymore. Please,” you begged, trying to hold onto any semblance of resolve. “I just want to see him.”

“You can’t. He’s back in the hospital, with more injuries. Once he’s treated for them, he gets transferred.”

You shook your head, Neal’s mouth closing in defeat.

“I know this isn’t the news you wanted to hear. He was doing fine for a little and there is no reason why he can’t course-correct once he’s at a new facility. I’m sorry you had to find out this way. I wish it was better news.”

“Do you?” you asked, your eyes narrowing as the tears blurred your vision. “You put him there in the first place.”

“Don’t,” Neal instructed, his jaw clenched as he shook his head. “Don’t turn this around on me. He did the crime. The trial was fair. The jury spoke. This isn’t about me. This isn’t even about you. This is about the justice system and how it prevailed. He had multiple chances to do right. He didn’t.”

You pushed the box of tissues away, trying to compose yourself with every shuddered breath.

“So Billy gets to stay. Was that on Andy’s order too?”

“Andy doesn’t get a say,” Neal retorted quickly, almost in a reprimand of your suggestion. “He’s got bigger things to take of now that Laurie’s out of the hospital. They’re getting a divorce so no, I don’t think that he really cares about what happens to his father either way. Billy’s in solitary confinement for the moment. Even prisoners get time out.”

At the news of the divorce and the solitary confinement, you push back your chair, your heart heavy with sadness.

“Thank you, Neal. Thank you for giving me the worst news at a time when I needed to hear something good.”

The timer on your phone had gone off two minutes ago as you hovered over the bathroom counter. You’d driven out of town to buy the tests, making sure no one noticed you as you paid for them and stuffed them into your purse.

"He'll put a baby in you and you're done. Then we'll really be family, won't we? You won't need that sorry excuse of a boyfriend."

It appeared that by the positive lines that you focused on, Andy had done just that.

Your legs collapsed out from under you, your thighs hitting the closed toilet seat loudly as you covered your mouth to keep the scream that was itching to come out. You tossed the test in the trash, covering your face as your shoulders shook with the force of your cry.

There was no one you could turn to. Your parents, especially your mother, would be appalled at the news. Word would get out and then your reputation would be ruined. Divorced or not, there was no way you could imagine trying to tell Andy without him already trying to insert him into your life before this realization.

The person you would have confided in before all of this had transpired, was now seemingly out of reach.

You were so wrapped up in your own thoughts that you didn’t hear the phone ring until it nearly vibrated off the counter. It was Andy and you debated answering it.

Against your better judgment, you placed the phone up to your ear, waiting to hear him speak.

“Hey,” Andy breathed. “Neal told me what happened. I’m so sorry.”

At the mention of Neal, you wiped away your tears.

“Yeah, well. I guess both of you got your way after all. Neal got his justice and you got me, right?”

“Don’t,” Andy warned, his voice laced with irritation. “I’ve got enough to worry about right now. Jacob’s still in the hospital, Laurie and I are… we’re through.”

“Sorry to hear that,” you replied, trying to temper your anger. “I’m sure you’ll make it through.”

“What’s really the matter? You’re upset that he’s being moved? You think I had something to do with it?”

“Maybe,” you answered, fighting back tears. “Your father warned me. Said the ball was in his court.”

“I’m not my father,” Andy snapped, his anger rising as you heard him huff. “Whatever he told you, it’s bullshit.”

“Is it? How does he know who I am, Andy? God, I just… look what you’ve done. You strung me along and you preyed on me.”

“I preyed on you? Listen to yourself. Everything that’s happened, you’ve let me do.”

At his statement, you balked. He'd been there during the lowest points in your life under the guise of trying to help you. You didn't need his help anymore.

Especially not now.

You pulled out a duffel bag, intent on getting away for the night. Maybe more, depending on your mood. You needed to get away, clear your head before you made any more decisions.

“I let you do it? You never told Laurie what you did, not once! Everything you did for me, you told me to keep a secret! You treated me like a secret.”

At that, you broke down, haphazardly shoving clothes into the bag as you cradled the phone against your ear, eager to hear his rebuttal.

“You aren’t a secret. I wanted to help you, I did. I didn’t think we’d come as far as we have. I don’t regret that.”

“Had,” you countered. “This isn’t a thing anymore, Andy. It never should have been.”

“No,” Andy clipped. “You don’t get to pull the rug out from under me.”

“You were a married man! And the things I did, the things we… you had no remorse. Not one single guilt about it, did you?”

“My marriage was ending. Was I supposed to feel guilty for wanting to be needed?”

You tossed the bag over your shoulder, heading out the door as the cool air hit your wet face. It already felt good to be out of your apartment, away from the confines of your small space.

“Whatever, Andy. Don’t call me again.”

“Don’t you fucking hang up on me,” he shouted. “I swear to God.”

“Or what? You’ve already ruined my life.”

With a single press of a button, you ended the call, tossing your phone in your bag as you started the car.

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Ticking Clock: Seven

After your boyfriend is sentenced to prison by Neal Loguidice, you continue to find yourself in the crosshairs of Andy Barber, who is intent on keeping you close under the guise of being a friend in your time of need.

[18+ - this chapter contains strong language, courtesy of Billy Barber]

Dark! Andy Barber x Fem! Reader

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Summary | Bad news gets worse after an ominous phone call.

"Sweetheart?"

Your mother sat on the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping slightly as her hand gently shook you awake. You yawned, covering your mouth before cuddling back onto your pillow. Your body hurt but you wanted to sleep more than anything. You inhaled the scent of a faint cologne and wrinkled your nose in response. It still smelled of Andy, the memory of the night before flooding back to you, your fingers gripping the pillow in guilt.

"Mom?" you asked, your eyes still closed. "What's up?"

"There was an accident. Laurie and Jacob..." your mother's voice trailed off before you heard the unmistakable halt of her breath as she sniffled, making you open your eyes. She had her face covered with her hands as she cried, your arms outstretched as you pulled her into your arms to comfort her.

"What happened?"

"Car accident. God, I don't know. I got the call this morning. Both in intensive care. They don't know if they're going to make it. This year hasn't been horrible enough, apparently. Poor Andy," your mother worried, holding you tight, her embrace like a vice. "I just don't know how much more bad news any of us can take."

You rubbed her back soothingly, trying to fight back your own tears for Laurie and Jacob. You hoped they would pull through. Despite everything you'd gone through, you didn't want anyone to suffer. The guilt in your chest was heavy as you sighed, a tear rolling down your cheek as your mother inhaled deeply, wiping her eyes with a small smile, trying to be brave.

"I've been a complete mess all morning since I got the call. Andy's been at the hospital since he heard. He won't leave her side."

"Of course not," you agreed with a nod of your head. "I'd do the same."

Your mother smoothed out her shirt, looking around your bedroom in what you knew was judgment. Peeling off the covers, you realized you were half-naked below, ripping them back up to cover you up to your chest.

"Is everything okay? You seem a little jumpy," she observed with a raised eyebrow. "I saw the empty wine bottles on the counter. You've never been much of a drinker. You can tell me if you need anything, you know. I'm always here."

The emotion in your mother's voice, knowing that she would do anything for you, made the dam break inside of you. Covering your face with your hands, you dissolved into a painful cry, your mother pulling you against her as she smoothed down your hair.

"Oh, my baby," she whispered, her arms trembling. "What happened?"

You had no idea where to start. The prison sentence, the longing and eventual disappointment that he would never get out because of his behavior. The fact that you tried to deny Andy and he still made sure he had you. So many things wrong in such a small space of time. With Andy at his wife's bedside, you felt even worse at his behavior and your own. Nothing could wake you from this nightmare.

The solace in your mother's arms was all you needed, your wet cheeks pressed against her sweater as she rocked you back and forth.

"Whatever it is, we'll get through it together. You have me and your dad. You aren't alone."

Work had been slow, your lower back aching slightly from sitting the majority of the day. Most of the time you were out and about. House appraisal was boring work but it kept you busy and that was what mattered the most. You hadn't heard from Andy in almost three weeks, your mother keeping you updated on Laurie and Jacob's progress. It appeared that Andy was still at their bedsides, the hospital his second home. It was where he needed to be and you told yourself that he was finally understanding what was important in his life. When the time was appropriate, you would address your actions and his own.

Your cell vibrated loudly on your desk, the number unfamiliar while you let it ring. The last thing you needed was another distraction. The phone silenced and you flipped through your appointment book, hearing it once more. The same number popped up on the screen and you swiped to answer it.

"Hello?"

"You've been busy," the voice responded. "You're a hard woman to catch."

"Who is this?" you frowned at the brash timbre of the voice.

"Your boyfriend's cellmate."

Your heart felt like it plummeted to your toes. Your fingers gripped the phone, your body stiff at the news.

"What do you want?"

"To talk. We're like family now, aren't we? Seeing as you're fucking my son."

"I don't know you," you replied, your voice shaking with anger. "I'm not... I'm not sleeping with Andy."

"My son is a handsome guy and he has no reason to lie to me. Laurie's always been a little stuck up bitch. Like his cunt mother. Heard you're a good girl. Come from good family. He could use some goodwill right now."

"I'm hanging up now," you announced, pulling the phone away from your ear.

"You hang up on me and you know what will happen? They're gonna find your boyfriend's body in the dumpster. You got that?"

You paused, sucking in a breath as tears brimmed at your eyes. You had no idea how he had gotten your number, let alone the fact that he knew about Andy and you. All signs pointed to Andy and yet, you were unsure of why he would do such a thing.

"You still with me?"

"Yes," you answered quietly. "What do you want?"

"I want a visit. See what all the fuss is about."

"No," you denied.

The thought of having to visit the prison, to see the man who shared the same cell as your boyfriend, the one who you knew had influenced him to turn into what he was now, made your stomach churn. Nor could you fathom the thought of knowing that he was Andy's father, watching you from behind the same plexiglass that you'd watched your boyfriend. You weren't close to family. You were anything but.

"Suit yourself. I'd hate for something bad to happen to him. He's been on his best behavior lately. Whining about how much he wants to do right by you. Pathetic, seeing as you're sleeping with my son."

"I'm not," you argued back, hearing his dark laughter on the other end.

"Then come and tell me all about it. You don't want his hard work to go to waste, do you?"

You closed your eyes, trying to maintain your composure at his question. A small visit would be enough to appease him, to get him off your back. After you exhaled slowly, you knew you had no other choice.

"When?"

Light blue eyes stared at you as Billy motioned to the receiver with a nod of his head. You blinked slowly, lifting your hand to pick it up and placed it at your ear. Usually, the room had people bustling in and out but at this moment, it was just you and him. He said your name with a smirk, your eyes lifting back up to his.

"Now I remember who you are. Your father used to be an accountant. Retired, right? Decent man, from what I've heard. Your mother runs a non-profit. That's good. You come from good stock."

"Where is he?" you asked timidly, watching Billy as he shook his head slowly.

"You don't get to ask the questions. I do. From what I hear, you're a good girl. How did you manage to get caught up with your boy?"

"We met during his senior year in college. Been together ever since."

Billy cocked his head to the side as if he didn't believe you.

"You happy?"

"I am."

He let out a loud bark of laughter.

"Don't bullshit me. You're miserable. I can see it in your face. I’ll say this much. You’re a pretty little thing. Andy knows how to pick ‘em after all."

You got a small burst of courage and you leaned forward. You didn't want to play any more games.

"What do you want with me?"

"I can't look at the girl that makes my son happy?" Billy asked you innocently. "He used to come here a lot. Mostly for the case, never about me. No father-son time on his watch. Now he's got a kid of his own, can't be bothered with his old man."

"How do you know about me?"

"I got friends too, sweetheart," Billy informed you, leaning his arms on the counter. "Been making sure Andy's been staying out of the way and lo and behold, I'm told he's got a pretty little thing on the side. He didn't come clean to me at first, that bastard. Trying to hide you from me."

"I'm not his thing on the side. I'm not anything," you shot back angrily. "This is ridiculous."

"Careful," Billy warned, his eyebrow raised. "Remember who you're speaking to. Ball's still in my court."

"Don't hurt him." You tried to sound authoritative but you knew you had failed, your voice still shaking.

"Why do you care what I do to him? You've got a good setup. Nice family. Andy's marriage is all but over so that means you're next in line, future Mrs. Barber."

"No, I'm not."

"You don't make the rules, sweetheart. He does. Let me ask you something," Billy began, narrowing his eyes at you with a flash of yellowed teeth. "Is he buying you gifts already? Met the parents? Spent Christmas with you?"

He'd done it all. Bought you a gift, that necklace that you touched that was still around your neck. He'd met your parents multiple times, even attending the Christmas party your parents had thrown without Laurie. He'd even helped you decorate your tree. He'd inserted himself into your life and you hadn't even known that you had allowed it.

"He'll put a baby in you and you're done. Then we'll really be family, won't we? You won't need that sorry excuse of a boyfriend."

Speechless, you glared at him, his words echoing in your mind.

"As I said, you don't need him," Billy continued, standing up as you followed suit.

"Where are you going?"

"He and I are going to have a little heart to heart."

"You can't," you whimpered. "Please don't."

Billy hung up the receiver as he winked, letting the officers come to escort him back to his cell.

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Billy Barber's height is 6ft (1.83 m)William Charles Barber (born July 11, 1952) is a Canadian former professional ice hockey forward who played twelve seasons for the Philadelphia Flyers in the National Hockey League (NHL). As part of the famed LCB (Leach, Clarke, Barber) line, Barber helped...