Flashpoint Fic: It Began with a Tie, 2/30 and 3/30 (Sam/Spike, PG)
Title: It Began with a Tie, Part 2/30 - Coward
Characters/Pairings: Sam/Spike
Word Count: 200.
Rating: PG.
Warnings: None.
Spoilers: None.
Summary: Sam has trouble getting ready to meet his father.
Written for: flashpoint_sru, prompt #9 Sorrow.
Disclaimer: I don't own Flashpoint.
Beta: The awesome lillyg!
Previous chapters: 1
It Began with a Tie
Coward
Work was always a way to get some distraction. Today, it definitely wasn’t.
Two hours before going home for the first time in weeks, Sam was at his apartment, putting on his suit. Choosing the right shirt had been a terrible experience. Soft green was too happy, black was for funerals and blue was simply too common. Finally, he decided to go for the white shirt - a neutral color that didn’t send out any kind of message.
He arranged his tie and could almost feel Spike’s fingers brushing his neck. Sam wished he was there to talk and help him overcome the pain. Spike was a really good guy; he understood family matters better than anyone and was willing to share long, great conversations so he could support his friends.
Already tired, he rubbed his eyes. The endless fights with his old man were in his head; his father’s voice was always telling him he was absolutely incapable of doing something meaningful.
Sam opened his eyes and looked around. The apartment keys rested on the bed, calling for action.
Maybe he was a coward, but at this point he was willing to do anything to get a friend’s company ASAP.
Title: It Began with a Tie, Part 3/30 - Knocking at your Door
Characters/Pairings: Sam/Spike
Word Count: 500.
Rating: PG.
Warnings: None.
Spoilers: None.
Summary: Spike has an unexpected guest.
Written for: flashpoint_sru, prompt #8 Chance.
Disclaimer: I don't own Flashpoint.
Beta: The awesome lillyg!
Previous chapters: 1
Knocking at your Door
One call and that would be it. This was Spike’s house, his neighborhood, his personal life. No matter how desperate Sam was, he shouldn’t have come to bother him like this.
Excuses, excuses. He was going to ring the bell and he knew it. C’mon, Sam. This is not so hard. You check out the territory, avoid the mother and walk away. There’s a beautiful night out there. You’re in your suit and you should get going anyway. Just ask for a chance, tell yourself you did what you could and move on.
He hesitated to ring and hated the situation. For God’s sake, just do it! In the worst case scenario, he’ll just tell you he’s busy. Finally, he rang the bell and waited for someone to answer. The place seemed to be very calm.
When Spike opened the door, Sam was surprised to see him wearing a suit, too. “Sam.”
“Hey…” Sam rubbed the back of his head. “I’m sure you’re wondering what I’m doing here…”
“Kind of.” Spike seemed to be a bit worried about the visit.
“Well…” Say it, just say it. “I was wondering if there was any chance I could... you know, stay for a while… Talk or something… Say ‘hi’ to your mom…”
“Wait. Didn’t you have to see your dad tonight?” When Sam just nodded, Spike shook his head. “Sam…”
This had obviously been a terrible idea. “Look, forget it… It’s fine, we can talk some other time. I have to be somewhere, and you’re obviously going out. Sorry to bother you…” And now I abandon the field. Disappointed at his own attempt to avoid his father tonight, he started to walk away from the door.
“Wait.”
“What?” Sam said, turning to the other man.
“One second.” Spike went inside, took some things and then closed the door. “C’mon, follow me.” He beckoned the car and he put a great wrapped up box in the backseat. “Get in.”
This is good. A bit excited to leave his messy family life behind, Sam went towards the car and got in. As he was putting the seatbelt on, he asked, “Where are we going? Don’t you have to be somewhere?”
“Yep, I gotta go to my brother’s place. It’s my little niece’s birthday. My mom’s already there with the lasagna.”
Sam’s energy was suddenly gone. Of course Spike wasn’t going to save some of his family time to just hang out with him. “No problem… Could you leave me near the bus stop near the station?”
“I’m not taking you there, you’re coming with me.”
Hell… “What? No, I can’t…” Sam was starting to panic with the sudden proposal. “I didn’t want to impose myself to your family, I didn’t...”
Spike didn’t seem to be willing to let him go anywhere else. “I know. I’m offering you an invitation now.”
“But…”
“Shhhh, Braddock, don’t say another word,” Spike demanded as he hit the gas. “You’ll have a good time. Sounds like you need it.”
Characters/Pairings: Sam/Spike
Word Count: 200.
Rating: PG.
Warnings: None.
Spoilers: None.
Summary: Sam has trouble getting ready to meet his father.
Written for: flashpoint_sru, prompt #9 Sorrow.
Disclaimer: I don't own Flashpoint.
Beta: The awesome lillyg!
Previous chapters: 1
It Began with a Tie
Coward
Work was always a way to get some distraction. Today, it definitely wasn’t.
Two hours before going home for the first time in weeks, Sam was at his apartment, putting on his suit. Choosing the right shirt had been a terrible experience. Soft green was too happy, black was for funerals and blue was simply too common. Finally, he decided to go for the white shirt - a neutral color that didn’t send out any kind of message.
He arranged his tie and could almost feel Spike’s fingers brushing his neck. Sam wished he was there to talk and help him overcome the pain. Spike was a really good guy; he understood family matters better than anyone and was willing to share long, great conversations so he could support his friends.
Already tired, he rubbed his eyes. The endless fights with his old man were in his head; his father’s voice was always telling him he was absolutely incapable of doing something meaningful.
Sam opened his eyes and looked around. The apartment keys rested on the bed, calling for action.
Maybe he was a coward, but at this point he was willing to do anything to get a friend’s company ASAP.
Title: It Began with a Tie, Part 3/30 - Knocking at your Door
Characters/Pairings: Sam/Spike
Word Count: 500.
Rating: PG.
Warnings: None.
Spoilers: None.
Summary: Spike has an unexpected guest.
Written for: flashpoint_sru, prompt #8 Chance.
Disclaimer: I don't own Flashpoint.
Beta: The awesome lillyg!
Previous chapters: 1
Knocking at your Door
One call and that would be it. This was Spike’s house, his neighborhood, his personal life. No matter how desperate Sam was, he shouldn’t have come to bother him like this.
Excuses, excuses. He was going to ring the bell and he knew it. C’mon, Sam. This is not so hard. You check out the territory, avoid the mother and walk away. There’s a beautiful night out there. You’re in your suit and you should get going anyway. Just ask for a chance, tell yourself you did what you could and move on.
He hesitated to ring and hated the situation. For God’s sake, just do it! In the worst case scenario, he’ll just tell you he’s busy. Finally, he rang the bell and waited for someone to answer. The place seemed to be very calm.
When Spike opened the door, Sam was surprised to see him wearing a suit, too. “Sam.”
“Hey…” Sam rubbed the back of his head. “I’m sure you’re wondering what I’m doing here…”
“Kind of.” Spike seemed to be a bit worried about the visit.
“Well…” Say it, just say it. “I was wondering if there was any chance I could... you know, stay for a while… Talk or something… Say ‘hi’ to your mom…”
“Wait. Didn’t you have to see your dad tonight?” When Sam just nodded, Spike shook his head. “Sam…”
This had obviously been a terrible idea. “Look, forget it… It’s fine, we can talk some other time. I have to be somewhere, and you’re obviously going out. Sorry to bother you…” And now I abandon the field. Disappointed at his own attempt to avoid his father tonight, he started to walk away from the door.
“Wait.”
“What?” Sam said, turning to the other man.
“One second.” Spike went inside, took some things and then closed the door. “C’mon, follow me.” He beckoned the car and he put a great wrapped up box in the backseat. “Get in.”
This is good. A bit excited to leave his messy family life behind, Sam went towards the car and got in. As he was putting the seatbelt on, he asked, “Where are we going? Don’t you have to be somewhere?”
“Yep, I gotta go to my brother’s place. It’s my little niece’s birthday. My mom’s already there with the lasagna.”
Sam’s energy was suddenly gone. Of course Spike wasn’t going to save some of his family time to just hang out with him. “No problem… Could you leave me near the bus stop near the station?”
“I’m not taking you there, you’re coming with me.”
Hell… “What? No, I can’t…” Sam was starting to panic with the sudden proposal. “I didn’t want to impose myself to your family, I didn’t...”
Spike didn’t seem to be willing to let him go anywhere else. “I know. I’m offering you an invitation now.”
“But…”
“Shhhh, Braddock, don’t say another word,” Spike demanded as he hit the gas. “You’ll have a good time. Sounds like you need it.”