I went on a rampage Part 1
I went on a bit of a quest, and wrote a whole whack of ficlets in three days. It was insane. Most of you might've followed these on tumblr, but I figured I should have them compiled. Here we go. My sad attempts at organizing them. This first batch are all the prompts that were resquested around Sam and Andy getting married, so here is the first post. The wedding story
SAM X ANDY
Sam and Andy - the wedding story
[advice]
"I just don’t want to make it a big thing."
"Brother, it is a big thing. You, eternal bachelor, popping the big question, it’s huge." Oliver argues, sitting back down on the couch.
Oliver’s been coming over a lot since it’s a little too much trouble for Sam to be going out. A month out of the hospital, and it’s still a big day just going to physiotherapy.
"It isn’t. I just-" He takes a breath, really taking a pause to see if it’s worth it to open up to Oliver right now, or if he’ll never hear the end of it. To this day the guy hasn’t said much about his confession at the cabin, but knowing Oliver, he’s saving it for the best man toast.
Sam licks his lips and opens his mouth to prompt himself to spit it out, but Oliver jumps in first.
"You don’t want to make it a big deal, don’t. You two have fought tooth and nail to get here man. The moment will be special because it’s the right person."
Sam stares at his buddy, a smirk ready to break lose, and he’s prepared to give him hell for the for typically sage and idealist Shaw advice, but then they hear a key in the front door and freeze.
"Just do it, and do it soon."
[proposal]
"Andy." He whispers, kissing the soft spot just behind her ear. "Nally, sweetheart, wake up."
She opens one eye, notices that the bedroom is still bathed in darkness, and lets it close, waiting for a better offer.
"C’mon, you need to get up." He whispers, moving his kisses up to her jaw, and she begins to move her head so that they’re mouth to mouth. This she could wake up for. But just as she’s beginning to respond, turn in his arms a little more, and attempts to slide beneath him, he’s gone.
The bed is cold, and he’s up over by the dresser. She takes the opportunity to look around the still dark room. Clock says it’s four AM. There’s no fire, he doesn’t need medical attention, so she can’t figure out why they’re up at this ungodly hour.
He opens one of the bottom drawers and fishes around in there for a while, and bangs around. She hears a box open and close. Hears him put it back in the drawer and slam it shut.
She’s expecting him to crawl back into bed, and explain to her why they’re awake, and not…
She wants to know what’s going on.
But he stays turned away from her, facing the dresser. He drops his head and she can hear him muttering to herself, and slowly concern washes over her.
"Sam?"
She watches his shoulders relax as he exhales, and in one smooth motion he walks back over to the edge of her side of the bed. He crouches there, and she scoots over as close as she can, waiting for him to say something anything.
He rests his fore arm on the mattress and hides the bottom of his face behind it, eyes still on her, like he’s contemplating something.
"Sam…"
He pushes back a little, and repositions his legs so that he’s kneeling there now, and he opens his fist to show her what he was searching for.
In it, is a small and modest diamond ring.
"Marry me." He says, searching her eyes for some indication of what her answer might be.
She smiles, and relaxes, not believing that he woke her up at four in the morning for this, but she smiles, because it’s so, them. Spur of the moment, things are right. He just had to take advantage of this feeling.
"Yes." She laughs, grabbing his face between her hands, before even inspecting her new jewellery. "Yes."
He kisses her, kind of a toothy smile, neither one can stop grinning, and once he’s satisfied that she’s not going to suddenly tell him she’s kidding, he grabs her hand and slips the ring on.
"I’m gonna love you forever." He decides, knowing that she’s all he ever needed.
"Good plan."
"It is actually. It’s an excellent plan."
[best man speech]
Oliver stood from his seat at the wedding party’s table, and gently tapped his knife against his champagne glass, trying to get a little attention before he began.
While the din in the room faded slowly, he took a look at the newlywed couple, who were sitting shoulder to shoulder, hands laced together on the table, and smiling up at him, probably without even knowing it.
"I say this as a friend, who loves these two very deeply…" He starts, addressing only them really, but the microphone is right there, so… "You guys really are disgusting."
The crowd laughs and he watches Andy roll her eyes just a little, but chuckle as well, and Sam has an amused expression playing on his face, ready to see where this is going.
"I mean, smiling, stealing kisses. You two have had some of the biggest blow outs in the history of relationships, and you’ve got me here, gagging, wishing for those days again." Oliver can’t help but laugh at himself, because everyone knows they’re all much better off like this.
Sam raises his eyebrows, silently warning his friend to get on with it, so while he waits for the catcalls and laughs to die down, he clears his throat and puts on a more serious front.
"In all honesty though, you two have fought hard to get here. Against, for and despite each other. And that’s what a real relationship is. That’s what true love is, actually.
You met, hated each other, and slowly, we all got to watch this bond form. We didn’t really know what to make of it at first. For awhile there, I thought you just caught his eye McNally. We watched it change from a partnership, to a friendship, to a relationship to love. And back again.”
The subtle reminder that their separation had caused some major rifts in not only their relationship, but the lives of many people in this room today. Oliver being one of them.
"You knocked him off his feet Andy. Day one, you just took him down. It took him awhile, but he learned how to sweep you off yours. And the minute I knew this day would come, was the day Sammy went off talking about kids, and parks on Saturdays-"
"Sundays." Sam says, just loud enough that he could hear him. He looks to his friend, and watched Andy turn to him as well, with so much love and wonder in her eyes.
"Sundays." Oliver concedes, smiling out to their friends and family. "That’s the day I started thinking about this moment, and what I would tell you two."
Sam’s busy pressing a kiss to the back of his brides hand, but Oliver turns to them anyway.
"Relationships should be hard work some times. If they aren’t, you’re not doing it right. That being said, there should be ease too. An ease in the way your lives come together. Ying and yang, and all that."
There’s a bit of laughter, and Oliver takes a pause to look out to Celery with a little wink.
"After seeing all that the two of you have overcome and the life you’ve made together, I’d say you’re doing it right. You’ll still get on each others’ nerves, or be at others’ throats. Andy will go crying to Traci or Gail and Sammy, you’ll end up on my couch more than once, I can guarantee you that. But you’ll never be better off apart."
While people laugh when he began, now there are a few stray ‘awe’s’ going through the crowd.
"I have no doubt that you two will make it. You two have always proven that you’re strongest together. In every partnership, in every sense. To the happy couple."
He raises his glass, and watches out of the corner of his eye as they raise their glasses to him.
[alone at last]
They were in the backseat of the town car that they drove from the wedding to the reception, and from the reception and now on their way to the airport, when Sam and Andy finally relaxed.
She’s pretty sure they’d be doing elicit things in the backseat again if they weren’t ready to pass out. Throwing a wedding was exhausting.
She did try to talk him out of it…
(“Why can’t we just elope, or go to the courthouse?” She had whined, collapsing on the bed after another unsuccessful day of dress shopping.
"Because after the big build up that has been our relationship, Oliver needs this public, expensive affair to know he can stop worrying about us.")
One very long sentence, and she saw his point. They kind of owed everyone a party after all they’d put up with over the years.
"Sam…" She says, looking up at her husband from where her head was rested on his shoulder.
He was running his fingers through her hair, just completely content to be alone with her, and hmm-ed in response.
"We’re… married.”
He chuckles and tilts down to drop a kiss on her lips, and gives her nose a playful nudge.
"Don’t tell me you wanna back out now.” He laughs.
She shakes her head and kisses him again before dropping back into her resting position.
"Ever think, from that first day, that we’d be here?"
"You mean, did I think I was going to marry the rookie who tackled me and tried to kiss me. I always kinda knew you might want to, you found me irresistible…” He jokes, bringing all that back up again.
"Shut up." She says, before slapping his chest lightly.
"No, I didn’t think we’d ever end up here." Sam admits, remembering his fury with her that first day. She was just a rook. "But I’m sure glad we did."
SAM X ANDY
Sam and Andy - the wedding story
[advice]
"I just don’t want to make it a big thing."
"Brother, it is a big thing. You, eternal bachelor, popping the big question, it’s huge." Oliver argues, sitting back down on the couch.
Oliver’s been coming over a lot since it’s a little too much trouble for Sam to be going out. A month out of the hospital, and it’s still a big day just going to physiotherapy.
"It isn’t. I just-" He takes a breath, really taking a pause to see if it’s worth it to open up to Oliver right now, or if he’ll never hear the end of it. To this day the guy hasn’t said much about his confession at the cabin, but knowing Oliver, he’s saving it for the best man toast.
Sam licks his lips and opens his mouth to prompt himself to spit it out, but Oliver jumps in first.
"You don’t want to make it a big deal, don’t. You two have fought tooth and nail to get here man. The moment will be special because it’s the right person."
Sam stares at his buddy, a smirk ready to break lose, and he’s prepared to give him hell for the for typically sage and idealist Shaw advice, but then they hear a key in the front door and freeze.
"Just do it, and do it soon."
[proposal]
"Andy." He whispers, kissing the soft spot just behind her ear. "Nally, sweetheart, wake up."
She opens one eye, notices that the bedroom is still bathed in darkness, and lets it close, waiting for a better offer.
"C’mon, you need to get up." He whispers, moving his kisses up to her jaw, and she begins to move her head so that they’re mouth to mouth. This she could wake up for. But just as she’s beginning to respond, turn in his arms a little more, and attempts to slide beneath him, he’s gone.
The bed is cold, and he’s up over by the dresser. She takes the opportunity to look around the still dark room. Clock says it’s four AM. There’s no fire, he doesn’t need medical attention, so she can’t figure out why they’re up at this ungodly hour.
He opens one of the bottom drawers and fishes around in there for a while, and bangs around. She hears a box open and close. Hears him put it back in the drawer and slam it shut.
She’s expecting him to crawl back into bed, and explain to her why they’re awake, and not…
She wants to know what’s going on.
But he stays turned away from her, facing the dresser. He drops his head and she can hear him muttering to herself, and slowly concern washes over her.
"Sam?"
She watches his shoulders relax as he exhales, and in one smooth motion he walks back over to the edge of her side of the bed. He crouches there, and she scoots over as close as she can, waiting for him to say something anything.
He rests his fore arm on the mattress and hides the bottom of his face behind it, eyes still on her, like he’s contemplating something.
"Sam…"
He pushes back a little, and repositions his legs so that he’s kneeling there now, and he opens his fist to show her what he was searching for.
In it, is a small and modest diamond ring.
"Marry me." He says, searching her eyes for some indication of what her answer might be.
She smiles, and relaxes, not believing that he woke her up at four in the morning for this, but she smiles, because it’s so, them. Spur of the moment, things are right. He just had to take advantage of this feeling.
"Yes." She laughs, grabbing his face between her hands, before even inspecting her new jewellery. "Yes."
He kisses her, kind of a toothy smile, neither one can stop grinning, and once he’s satisfied that she’s not going to suddenly tell him she’s kidding, he grabs her hand and slips the ring on.
"I’m gonna love you forever." He decides, knowing that she’s all he ever needed.
"Good plan."
"It is actually. It’s an excellent plan."
[best man speech]
Oliver stood from his seat at the wedding party’s table, and gently tapped his knife against his champagne glass, trying to get a little attention before he began.
While the din in the room faded slowly, he took a look at the newlywed couple, who were sitting shoulder to shoulder, hands laced together on the table, and smiling up at him, probably without even knowing it.
"I say this as a friend, who loves these two very deeply…" He starts, addressing only them really, but the microphone is right there, so… "You guys really are disgusting."
The crowd laughs and he watches Andy roll her eyes just a little, but chuckle as well, and Sam has an amused expression playing on his face, ready to see where this is going.
"I mean, smiling, stealing kisses. You two have had some of the biggest blow outs in the history of relationships, and you’ve got me here, gagging, wishing for those days again." Oliver can’t help but laugh at himself, because everyone knows they’re all much better off like this.
Sam raises his eyebrows, silently warning his friend to get on with it, so while he waits for the catcalls and laughs to die down, he clears his throat and puts on a more serious front.
"In all honesty though, you two have fought hard to get here. Against, for and despite each other. And that’s what a real relationship is. That’s what true love is, actually.
You met, hated each other, and slowly, we all got to watch this bond form. We didn’t really know what to make of it at first. For awhile there, I thought you just caught his eye McNally. We watched it change from a partnership, to a friendship, to a relationship to love. And back again.”
The subtle reminder that their separation had caused some major rifts in not only their relationship, but the lives of many people in this room today. Oliver being one of them.
"You knocked him off his feet Andy. Day one, you just took him down. It took him awhile, but he learned how to sweep you off yours. And the minute I knew this day would come, was the day Sammy went off talking about kids, and parks on Saturdays-"
"Sundays." Sam says, just loud enough that he could hear him. He looks to his friend, and watched Andy turn to him as well, with so much love and wonder in her eyes.
"Sundays." Oliver concedes, smiling out to their friends and family. "That’s the day I started thinking about this moment, and what I would tell you two."
Sam’s busy pressing a kiss to the back of his brides hand, but Oliver turns to them anyway.
"Relationships should be hard work some times. If they aren’t, you’re not doing it right. That being said, there should be ease too. An ease in the way your lives come together. Ying and yang, and all that."
There’s a bit of laughter, and Oliver takes a pause to look out to Celery with a little wink.
"After seeing all that the two of you have overcome and the life you’ve made together, I’d say you’re doing it right. You’ll still get on each others’ nerves, or be at others’ throats. Andy will go crying to Traci or Gail and Sammy, you’ll end up on my couch more than once, I can guarantee you that. But you’ll never be better off apart."
While people laugh when he began, now there are a few stray ‘awe’s’ going through the crowd.
"I have no doubt that you two will make it. You two have always proven that you’re strongest together. In every partnership, in every sense. To the happy couple."
He raises his glass, and watches out of the corner of his eye as they raise their glasses to him.
[alone at last]
They were in the backseat of the town car that they drove from the wedding to the reception, and from the reception and now on their way to the airport, when Sam and Andy finally relaxed.
She’s pretty sure they’d be doing elicit things in the backseat again if they weren’t ready to pass out. Throwing a wedding was exhausting.
She did try to talk him out of it…
(“Why can’t we just elope, or go to the courthouse?” She had whined, collapsing on the bed after another unsuccessful day of dress shopping.
"Because after the big build up that has been our relationship, Oliver needs this public, expensive affair to know he can stop worrying about us.")
One very long sentence, and she saw his point. They kind of owed everyone a party after all they’d put up with over the years.
"Sam…" She says, looking up at her husband from where her head was rested on his shoulder.
He was running his fingers through her hair, just completely content to be alone with her, and hmm-ed in response.
"We’re… married.”
He chuckles and tilts down to drop a kiss on her lips, and gives her nose a playful nudge.
"Don’t tell me you wanna back out now.” He laughs.
She shakes her head and kisses him again before dropping back into her resting position.
"Ever think, from that first day, that we’d be here?"
"You mean, did I think I was going to marry the rookie who tackled me and tried to kiss me. I always kinda knew you might want to, you found me irresistible…” He jokes, bringing all that back up again.
"Shut up." She says, before slapping his chest lightly.
"No, I didn’t think we’d ever end up here." Sam admits, remembering his fury with her that first day. She was just a rook. "But I’m sure glad we did."