Eleven Times
Title: Eleven Times
Fandom: Flashpoint
Characters/Pairing: Sam/Jules
Word Count: 300
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Last Dance
Summary: Somehow they ended up right back where they had been all those months ago.
A/N: Written for Flashpoint_SRU weekend prompt #2 - Glass (in a barely there kinda way...haha... yea, it started somewhere else entirely and then kinda morphed into this....)
Eleven Times
The first time (or rather, the first five times) had been after the debrief from their overtime fiasco. Somehow they’d gone from him checking on her to being pressed up against her locker to rolling around the back of her jeep to rechristening her couch to being tangled in her sheets and finally to making an aerobic exercise of showering.
They’d agreed that it couldn’t happen again.
The next time they’d run into each other in a bar, both looking for answers in the bottom of a glass, and had ended up making creative use of his kitchen table.
The third time he’d shown up on her doorstep, miserable after another fight with his father over where he could best “make a difference”.
The fourth time he ended up with a spectacular bruise on his back from tumbling off the couch.
By the fifth time they were back to carpooling to work.
The sixth time they’d almost been caught when Sam accidentally picked up her phone and Greg was on the other end. A hastily contrived story about her needing a hand moving some old furniture to the street narrowly saved them.
The seventh time they’d broken in the new dresser she’d bought to replace the one they’d sacrificed.
The eighth time they’d had to wait for Donna to get changed and leave before they could exit the shower in Jules’ locker room, trying to contain their laughter the entire time.
The ninth time was of the thank god we’re alive variety.
By the tenth time “I love you” slipped from both their lips and they finally realized that they were right back where they had been months ago.
The eleventh time was after Sam told her he’d requested a transfer to another team and got down on one knee.
Fandom: Flashpoint
Characters/Pairing: Sam/Jules
Word Count: 300
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Last Dance
Summary: Somehow they ended up right back where they had been all those months ago.
A/N: Written for Flashpoint_SRU weekend prompt #2 - Glass (in a barely there kinda way...haha... yea, it started somewhere else entirely and then kinda morphed into this....)
Eleven Times
The first time (or rather, the first five times) had been after the debrief from their overtime fiasco. Somehow they’d gone from him checking on her to being pressed up against her locker to rolling around the back of her jeep to rechristening her couch to being tangled in her sheets and finally to making an aerobic exercise of showering.
They’d agreed that it couldn’t happen again.
The next time they’d run into each other in a bar, both looking for answers in the bottom of a glass, and had ended up making creative use of his kitchen table.
The third time he’d shown up on her doorstep, miserable after another fight with his father over where he could best “make a difference”.
The fourth time he ended up with a spectacular bruise on his back from tumbling off the couch.
By the fifth time they were back to carpooling to work.
The sixth time they’d almost been caught when Sam accidentally picked up her phone and Greg was on the other end. A hastily contrived story about her needing a hand moving some old furniture to the street narrowly saved them.
The seventh time they’d broken in the new dresser she’d bought to replace the one they’d sacrificed.
The eighth time they’d had to wait for Donna to get changed and leave before they could exit the shower in Jules’ locker room, trying to contain their laughter the entire time.
The ninth time was of the thank god we’re alive variety.
By the tenth time “I love you” slipped from both their lips and they finally realized that they were right back where they had been months ago.
The eleventh time was after Sam told her he’d requested a transfer to another team and got down on one knee.