Are you still accepting prompts? If so: Andy accidentally says I love you while relaxing and talking with Sharon in the condo and now things are super awkward.
I changed the prompt just a little bit, so I hope you still enjoy this! Chapter Nine, “I Love You” of At Last, Happiness.
i finally stopped crying long enough to reflect on my pain
here’s a song for the tragic end of sharon raydor and the devastation that has followed
i’d be touched if you’d take a listen <3
#you can never have too many angels
She could hear the baseball game on the television as she stepped through the front door, but the living room lights were off, and she didn’t see anyone. Brow furrowed, she was quiet as she set her things down on the table and made her way toward the couch. She unbuttoned her blazer, ignoring how her feet ached from her heels. “Sharon, you’re home.” Andy’s voice came from behind her, startling her into whipping around with a gasp. “Sorry, sorry. I thought you heard me.”She turned her gasp into a huff and shook her head. “No, I didn’t. I was wondering where everyone was.”“Rusty went out and I was in the bathroom.” He shrugged and looked her over. “I thought you’d be home a while ago.”“After dinner, Gavin and Andrea wanted to go shopping and they dragged me along.” She smiled a little, unsure if the awkwardness she felt was obvious to him. Andy had only officially moved in a week ago and Sharon was still trying to adjust to it. Living with someone—especially someone who wasn’t a teenager—was an experience she hadn’t had in years, since Jack had last stayed home for more than a couple days. Andy was also so different from Jack and she was struggling to reconcile her independence with her dependence on him and her desire to have him around. “Oh. Well. I’m glad you’re home. Want to finish the game with me? The Dodgers were winning, last I checked.”“No… Thank you.” She paused for a moment. “I think I’m going to shower and throw in a load of laundry.” She started to walk past him, but he gently grabbed her arm to stop her. She refused to look at him, but when he didn’t let go, she moved her gaze from the hallway to his face. “What’s going on?” he asked her, his expression soft as he searched her face. “What do you mean?”“In the week I’ve been here, we’ve barely seen each other. You’re always making excuses to stay late at work or going out. And when you are here, you’re hiding away.” He sighed and shook his head. “I know you already did the laundry, so I want to know what’s going on that you don’t want to be around me.”“Andy… I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She pulled her arm free and he let her go, a pained expression crossing his face. “If you don’t want me to be here…” He stopped, and she watched him, trying to interpret the rapid emotions flickering in his eyes. “Why don’t you want me here? Why don’t you want to be around me?”“How can you ask me that?” She stared at him, stunned.“Because you’re never around me, Sharon! Ever since I moved in. I don’t know if I did something or what it is, but at least talk to me! Give me a reason!” He threw his hands up in defeat and the expression he wore broke her heart.“Andy…” She sighed and ran her fingers through her hair before she took her glasses off and let them hang loosely from her fingers. “We should sit…”Silently, they walked around the couch and sat down on opposite sides. The distance between them was no more than a foot, but it felt like a large chasm. She set her glasses on the coffee table and forced herself to face him, her heart pounding in her chest. “I’m sorry,” she began, before taking a deep breath. “I never… intended to make you feel unwanted here. I do want you here, I want us to live together.”“You don’t act like it,” he muttered, crossing his arms over his chest.“Please let me get this out, Andy.” She took another deep breath and fiddled with her hands in her lap. “I’m not used to living with someone else… Other than Rusty. He has his space and I have mine. But now my space is… it’s our space.” She risked another look at him. “I’m struggling to adjust to that and instead of bringing it up, I just… I ignored it.”“That’s what this is about?” His voice was soft, and he shifted a little closer to her. “If I’ve been too invasive or if I haven’t given you enough privacy…”“No, it’s not that. It’s nothing you have or haven’t done. It’s only me trying to adjust to this. Waking up next to someone every morning, having someone else in the bathroom or next to me in the kitchen.” She smiled a little and leaned so one of her hands was pressed to the couch between them. “What do you need me to do?”“Work with me?” She looked at him again and kept her gaze there, a pleading look in her eyes. “As long as you talk to me, I can do that.” He smiled encouragingly and rested his hand over hers. “Thank you,” she murmured, turning her hand over so she could lace her fingers with his. He shook his head. “Thank you for talking to me. Now, do you want to finish the Dodgers game?”“I’d love to.” She smiled, a full sincere smile. “Let me change and I’ll be right back.”“Take your time, babe.”She stood up before the pet name registered, and then looked back at him. “Babe?”He laughed softly and shrugged but offered no explanation.“I like it.” She smiled and leaned over to kiss him softly before retreating back to their bedroom.
Would you be willing to write a story that has to do with Rusty being in a situation where he introduces people to Sharon and Andy as his parents and they are their flustered, adorable idiots in love selves but play along with it? i love your stories!
This was super adorable to write and I hope you enjoy it. It takes place somewhere after the non-canon end of S6.
Andy buttoned up his shirt, his eyes on Sharon as she clasped a necklace around her neck and let her hair fall down. He fixed the collar on his shirt and adjusted his sleeves, his gaze never leaving his wife.
She finally turned around and looked at him, a small smile crossing her lips. “What?”
“I can’t watch my beautiful wife?” He grinned and shrugged.
“Oh, I suppose so.” Her smile widened and she crossed the few steps between them to kiss him softly. “Are you ready? It’s almost time to leave.”
“Yeah, just need my shoes. Why are we even going to this dinner? This seems like more of a Rusty thing.” As he spoke, he grabbed his watch off the dresser and slipped it on.
“Andy!” She gently smacked his arm and raised her eyebrow at him. “We’re going to support him. He’s done an amazing job with his internship with Andrea and we’re going to celebrate that. I can’t believe you don’t want to go.”
“Hey, hey. I want to go. I do. You’re right; Rusty has done a great job.” He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “You’ve raised an amazing son.”
She blushed a little and pulled back, quickly grabbing a tissue off her nightstand to dab at her eyes. “Oh, I need to grab tissues before we leave…”
He rubbed her arm and tilted her head up to kiss her softly. “I’ll grab a pack and put them in your purse so you can finish getting ready.”
“Thank you, honey.” She kissed him and retreated to her dresser to finish getting ready.
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Andy drove them to the restaurant, leaving the car with the valet to escort Sharon inside. She rested her hand on his arm, both smiling as they walked into the private room. Sharon spotted Rusty instantly and waved him away from the other interns he was talking to.
“Hey, Mom.” He smiled and hugged her, Sharon returning the tight hug until she pulled back to fix his tie.
“Oh, I’m so proud of you, honey. You’ve done so many amazing and this is a huge step up for you.” She smiled widely and reluctantly moved out of the way so Andy could hug him as well.
“You’ve done well, kid,” he added, unable to help his own little grin.
“Thanks…” Rusty rubbed the back of his neck and looked away to hide his embarrassment. “Um, there’s a couple people I want to introduce you to before dinner starts.”
Sharon shared an excited smirk with Andy, her hand taking his as they followed Rusty to the now-dispersed group of interns. He tapped on the shoulder of a taller, good-looking young man. The man turned around and smiled.
“Rusty, hey!”
“Hi, James. I wanted to introduce you to my parents.” Rusty started to gesture behind him to Sharon and Andy, but he stopped short with his hand in midair. “Um… I mean…” He stalled again and cleared his throat.
Sharon immediately offered her hand and smiled, shifting to cover Andy’s flush and open mouth. “Commander Sharon Flynn. It’s wonderful to meet you, James.”
James took her hand and shook it firmly, briefly flashing a charismatic smile. “The pleasure’s mine. Rusty mentioned you’re an LAPD commander?”
“I am.” She smiled and shifted to gently pull Andy forward. “This is my husband, Lieutenant Andy Flynn.”
Andy finally gained control of himself and shook James’ hand, offering a small nod of greeting and a quiet grunt. Sharon barely withheld her eye roll and took Andy’s hand again, giving it a firm squeeze with a hint of warning.
“We’ll leave you two to talk. I want to find Andrea real quick.” She kept hold of Andy’s hand and instead of leading him across the room to where Andrea stood, she tugged him out into the hallway for a moment of privacy. “What in the world was that?”
“What was what?” He echoed, watching her surprised expression.
“I know you caught what Rusty said. You didn’t hide your surprise.” She looked up at him and crossed her arms.
“Rusty called us his parents!” She barely managed to keep her voice down and glanced around worriedly.
“You are his mother…” he tried, but she arched an eyebrow and stared at him.
“Yes, but by calling us his parents,” she paused, watching him to make sure he was following, “he was calling you his father!”
“But he… No, I’m sure…” Andy found himself speechless, only able to stare at his wife. “Really?”
“I’m sure he didn’t intend it, but it slipped out anyway.” She smiled widely and hugged him, leaning up on her toes to kiss him softly. “He called us his parents…”
“He did…” He smiled and returned her kiss, his arm wrapping around her waist.
“We should talk about it with him later.”
He immediately shook his head and leaned back to look at her. “No, bad idea. You saw how embarrassed he was. He should… bring it up on his own.”
She was quiet for a moment, her hand resting on his chest and the lights glinting off her wedding rings. “You’re right… but I want to talk about it.”
“Then we’ll talk about it tonight. Just us. And every night until he brings it up.” He smiled down at her and rubbed her back. “Now can we go eat dinner? I’m starving.”
She let out a light laugh and nodded. “Can we introduce ourselves as Rusty’s parents?”
“No.” Despite the firmness of his tone, he smiled and wrapped his arm around his waist to lead her back inside.
Sharon gets roped in with a Major Crimes stakeout of the state fair. Nothing could possibly go wrong or change, right?
Dedicated to the amazing @captainvegemite. This is 3500 words of fluff, romance, and some other weird stuff thrown in. I hope you enjoy it and feel better!
Wow, I’m actually finally responding to fic prompts. This truly is a monumental week for me! Anyway, this fic should address a couple prompts I have: Against Medical Advice.
