Surrera One Shots

The nights are the worst

This one shot is about how Vic and Andy talk whilst Vic is staying with Andy after her assault. No plot, just friends talking.  Follows the timeline of the show without references to it. 

I wish the writers would have explored this friendship more during the time after Andy's assault and after Vic's abortion. 

Slight TW for mentions of assault and abortion...

(ps i know it's not technically a Surrera oneshot but it sort of still fits in this category)

Night 1.

It's the first night she's been in her own bed since the assault, on the first night she slept at the station; Her friends surrounding her, providing her with the support she needed. Today she had spent all day with the police, released just as the sun was setting. So many things had happened in the last 48 hours, she was struggling to make sense of any of it. She'd been assaulted, she'd killed a man. How was any of this possible?

"Hey, hey," Vic interrupted passing a cup filled with a steaming drink into her friends hands, before getting under the covers and sitting next to her, taking a sip of her own drink before continuing. "Stop over thinking everything, you'll drive yourself crazy."

"Easier said than done."  Andy answered, her eyes following the steam as it rose up from the mug in her hands. "Thanks for all this Vic, you didn't have to disrupt your own life to help me take care of my messed up one, but you have and I appreciate it."

"It's okay, you're my friend and friends help each other out. Plus you were there for me when I found out I was pregnant and after the abortion and I know how much that helped me so hopefully me lying here and bugging you for a few nights will help you too."

"It will, I really didn't want to be here on my own yet, I'm just jumpy, I don't like the feeling, I've never been scared of anything and now here I am scared of every damn noise I hear, when logically I know that Jeremy is dead anyway so what am I scared of?"

"You're scared as you've been through something major and it's thrown you. It would do the same to anyone, you don't have to beat yourself up because you're scared. Its a natural reaction"

"Do you think... do you think I'm a bad person Vic? For killing Jeremy?"

"Hell to the no," Vic shouted before remembering to remain calm for Andy's sake, "Not at all. I dread to think what would have happened if you hadn't been able to fight him off."

"Me too. I was worried for a few seconds, he had the upper hand, he was so strong and he wouldn't quit no matter how much I struggled." Andy stopped to compose herself, taking a deep breath before wiping a stray tear that was making its way down her cheek. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to cry again..."

Vic grabbed Andy's hand between her own, "Andy cry and scream all you want, that's why I'm here. Let it out and don't bottle it up, you need to talk about what happened so you can get over it. Okay?"

"Okay." Andy answered giving Vic a smile.

Night 2.

"Are you asleep?" Andy whispered, lying in her bed facing Vic's back.

It was dark, she'd been tossing and turning for what felt like hours but she couldn't fall asleep, her mind was so busy and she needed someone to vent to.

"Not now," Vic answered with a laugh before turning over to face Andy.

It was dark in the room and only the light from the street outside illuminated the faces of the two women.