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Not Anymore III

Miller left the beanery, preparing to go stock the rigs so he could get a good nights sleep. He strutted through the hallways, tired as ever. Pru was all he could think about. He thought he could hear her. His ears lured in every sound. He thought he could her her crying, almost silently though, and very distant. He pulled himself out of his thoughts as he stumbled into Gibson.
"Woah dude," Jack chuckled. "You look awful man."
"Thanks." Dean replied, not evening paying attention.
"All seriousness though Miller, you okay?"
"No no I'm not okay. I'm tired and my brain it's - it's playing tricks on me."
"What?" Jack furrowed his brow.
"I can hear Pru. I can hear her crying it's ringing in my ears and it won't stop dude it really won't stop I think I need help." He said in one tone, without ever stopping for a breath.
Jack started laughing.
"Your not crazy man, somebody's actually crying." Jack reassured him.
"Oh thank god." He done a double take. "Wait... who's crying?"
"One of the girls." Gibson patted Dean's shoulder a few times before walking away.
"W H O?" He yelled down the corridor.
Jack shrugged his shoulders as he turned the corner into the shower room.
"I'm gonna find out who's crying, and I'm gonna find out why." He said quietly to himself.
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As Dean approached the bunks, he took a note of which bunk everyone was in that shift. He couldn't remember them all, but he knew most of them. Holding his breath, he tiptoed over to each door, one by one, trying to find the person. He arrived at bunk 7, and the sobs became louder and louder. He knocked.
"Go away, I hate you so much right now." Dean pressed his lips together in confusion.
"Andy?"
"Dean?"
"What's going on?" He asked.
"Nothing, don't worry, I just don't feel great." She was trying so hard to convince him she was fine, but failing so badly.
"Andy. Come on. Are you gonna come out of here and tell the whole team the truth or are you gonna let me in and tell me the truth?" His voice was stern.
"Is there a third option?" Her voice came, muffled through the door.
"Yep," she go excited at the thought of being left alone. "I can break the door down and force you to talk. That's it. That's the three so take your pick, and choose wisely." He used his dad voice.
"Fine. Option 2." She lied though. She was never gonna tell him what it was.
"Good. Now open the door."
She followed his orders.
"Are you gonna tell me what's going on and who made you cry like this then?" He asked.
She nodded.
"Okay, nothings going on it's just this day okay? It's just been an awful day and I don't even know why. Joe was in my bunk earlier and that just topped it all off. I never cry, I'm just exhausted and I can't handle it all." It was all lies, except that last part. That part was true.
"I get that, but handle what exactly? I mean Andy that's not the whole story, and as much as I want to, I can't force you to talk, but as your friend, I want you to trust me enough to tell me these things, okay?" Dean looked into Andy's eyes as he spoke. They were never really that close but they were always good friends and could trust each-other with their lives.
"Okay," She started. "It's just I -"
"WAIT-" he cut her off.
"Who do you hate? Who did you think it was at your door earlier?"
He realised something. It all clicked like clockwork in his head. Somebody in this station hurt Andy bad. So bad that she was crying, and she never cries. Well, that's an exaggeration. Barely ever. She didn't answer his question though, and silence filled the room. He started reeling off Mamés to see her reaction.
"Bishop?" Nothing
"Hughes?" She was still
"Okay so it was one of the guys. It's not me right?"
She shook her head.
"Gibson? You two uses to have a weird thing going on."
She shook her head again.
"Umm, Warren? Did he say anything bad to you?"
"No"
"Monty? It's not Travis right?"
"No, were fine, but seriously Dean, don't worry." She needed him off her case.
"That's everyone though, it's someone here." He stated.
"It's not, I already told you."
Andy stood up, she was starting to get agitated.
"Oh. My. God." He was a statue. Scared, a bit.
"What?" Anyone could sense the fear in Andy's voice.
"The chief. It's the chief. It's Sullivan. What did he do?"
Andy hesitated.
"What? It's not him. Why would it be him?"
"Okay, your acting weird, why are you acting weird."
"I'm not. I um- I need to go talk to my dad though, so I should go. Good talk." She held her phone up shaking it as she left the room.
She lied. Again.
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As she climbed the stairs up to his office, her knees felt weak and she was trembling with fear. One foot in front of the other. How could it be so hard? (don't be dirty minded lol) She stood at the window for a minute or two, just breathing, that is all, but then, she finally knocked on the door.
"Come in." He replied.
The door creaked open and he raised his head from his paperwork to greet whoever was at his door. He looked confused when he saw her stood there.
"I was wrong." She said.
"Wait-" she spoke again. I phrased that badly. My words were right, spot on actually, but my point was, I was wrong to say them. I shouldn't have done that. Not at work anyway. Also, I was wrong with just one more thing too-"
"Andy." He tried to cut her off.
"I'm not done. I do care, I don't know how much or how little, but it's there. I want you to do well, but when I look at you and I look at me ever since then, I hate you and I hate myself. Your so put together. Your always okay, it's almost like it didn't affect you, so when I felt how I felt and I didn't think you cared at all, it hurt me. I felt... I don't know. Bad." She stopped
"Andy. Is it my turn now?" He joked. She nodded.
"I hurt just as much as you, but I've felt all kinds of pain before, and I know you have too, but I've lost everything. Everything other than you, and I nearly lost you too. I've learnt. I know how to hide my feelings. I bury them and build walls as high as I can so nobody can see me as weak. But I was so stupid. I lied to you. I don't care if you think I'm weak anymore, but I have something I need to say. That day, al I wanted was you, but in the fire, my leg, I hurt it. I've got this chronic nerve syndrome now, and it's awful. Searing pain comes out of nowhere and knocks me off my feet. But that day, in my bunk, it went numb. I couldn't move. I-"
"-Why didn't you tell me?" She asked.
"I um - didn't want you to see me like that. To know I was broken I guess. I don't know. My ego got the better of me. I didn't want you to think I was weak."
"Robert... you're not weak. You're -
you're proud. That's it. Proud." She bared a flashy smile at him.
"I want to do this Andy, but should we? We can't hide forever, and if somebody were to find out, we would get fired. This job, it is all I have. Other than you. I can't waste it."
"Me or the job, or a chance at both." She was slightly mad now.
"You. You." He walked over to her, pinning her against the wall, cradling her head with one hand and locking the door with the other. He smiled into hers and then they crashed their lips together. Finally.