Flashpoint Fic: It Began with a Tie, 5/30 - Casanova (Sam/Spike, OCs, PG)
Title: It Began with a Tie, Part 5/30 - Casanova
Characters/Pairings: Sam/Spike, OCs.
Word Count: 400.
Rating: PG.
Warnings: None.
Spoilers: None.
Summary: Spike's mother is a very passionate woman.
Written for: flashpoint_sru, prompt #4 Regret.
Disclaimer: I don't own Flashpoint.
Beta: The awesome lillyg!
Previous chapters: 1 2 3 4
It Began with a Tie
Casanova
It wasn’t very long until Mrs. Scarlatti found Sam in a corner of the room, watching the party with her son Spike.
“Well, hello there,” the mature lady said, coming to shook his hand. She turned to Spike, silently asking for an introduction, and he seemed to be a little bit startled.
“Ah, right… Mom, this is my friend Sam Braddock.”
Sam smiled at her. He’d wondered many times how Spike’s mother looked like. He had to admit that she was still a very beautiful woman and that he could feel her amazing energy when she was around.
“What a handsome young man you are!” Mrs. Scarlatti exclaimed, cupping his face and placing a big kiss on his cheek. Sam froze and tried to keep up with the situation, but she was still talking to him. “I bet you drive the girls crazy with those eyes and that hair!” Soon, she was holding his son like he was a twelve-year-old. “Just like my Mickey!”
Spike was pretty uncomfortable, and Sam couldn’t blame him. “Okay, Mom, we’ve got guests… What is Sam going to think?”
“He’s going to think that I love you very much.”
“Of course, Mrs. Scarlatti,” Sam responded with a grin, but his eyes were fixed on Spike, who just took a deep breath.
“Oh, call me Susanna.”
“Okay… Susanna,” he repeated.
She laughed and almost blushed. “You’re such a sweetheart! I think we’re going to be very good friends! I won’t forgive you if you don’t save me at least one dance. I want to get to know you better, as you’re Mickey’s friend.”
Sam shrugged. “Um… okay,” he agreed. For some reason, a second later he got the feeling that he was going to regret it. He watched the woman go meet an old man and start what seemed to be a very entertaining conversation. “She’s…”
“Crazy,” Spike responded, staring at her, too.
“I was going to say ‘passionate.’”
“Well… that wasn’t the first thing that came to my mind, no matter how much I love her. Listen…” Suddenly, Spike shook his head and put a heavy hand on Sam’s shoulder, getting closer to him. He was serious when he spoke. “Playing the Casanova with my mother… You better watch out or you’ll regret it. I’ve got my eyes on you, Braddock,” Spike warned him before his little niece Vicky came back and dragged him away.
Characters/Pairings: Sam/Spike, OCs.
Word Count: 400.
Rating: PG.
Warnings: None.
Spoilers: None.
Summary: Spike's mother is a very passionate woman.
Written for: flashpoint_sru, prompt #4 Regret.
Disclaimer: I don't own Flashpoint.
Beta: The awesome lillyg!
Previous chapters: 1 2 3 4
It Began with a Tie
Casanova
It wasn’t very long until Mrs. Scarlatti found Sam in a corner of the room, watching the party with her son Spike.
“Well, hello there,” the mature lady said, coming to shook his hand. She turned to Spike, silently asking for an introduction, and he seemed to be a little bit startled.
“Ah, right… Mom, this is my friend Sam Braddock.”
Sam smiled at her. He’d wondered many times how Spike’s mother looked like. He had to admit that she was still a very beautiful woman and that he could feel her amazing energy when she was around.
“What a handsome young man you are!” Mrs. Scarlatti exclaimed, cupping his face and placing a big kiss on his cheek. Sam froze and tried to keep up with the situation, but she was still talking to him. “I bet you drive the girls crazy with those eyes and that hair!” Soon, she was holding his son like he was a twelve-year-old. “Just like my Mickey!”
Spike was pretty uncomfortable, and Sam couldn’t blame him. “Okay, Mom, we’ve got guests… What is Sam going to think?”
“He’s going to think that I love you very much.”
“Of course, Mrs. Scarlatti,” Sam responded with a grin, but his eyes were fixed on Spike, who just took a deep breath.
“Oh, call me Susanna.”
“Okay… Susanna,” he repeated.
She laughed and almost blushed. “You’re such a sweetheart! I think we’re going to be very good friends! I won’t forgive you if you don’t save me at least one dance. I want to get to know you better, as you’re Mickey’s friend.”
Sam shrugged. “Um… okay,” he agreed. For some reason, a second later he got the feeling that he was going to regret it. He watched the woman go meet an old man and start what seemed to be a very entertaining conversation. “She’s…”
“Crazy,” Spike responded, staring at her, too.
“I was going to say ‘passionate.’”
“Well… that wasn’t the first thing that came to my mind, no matter how much I love her. Listen…” Suddenly, Spike shook his head and put a heavy hand on Sam’s shoulder, getting closer to him. He was serious when he spoke. “Playing the Casanova with my mother… You better watch out or you’ll regret it. I’ve got my eyes on you, Braddock,” Spike warned him before his little niece Vicky came back and dragged him away.