Flashpoint Fic: It Began with a Tie, 13/30 and 14/30 (Sam/Spike, the team, PG)
Title: It Began with a Tie, Part 13/30 - Lady Advice
Characters/Pairings: Spike/Sam, Jules, Lewis.
Word Count: 500.
Rating: PG.
Warnings: None.
Spoilers: None.
Summary: Jules and Lewis have a few things to say about Spike and Sam's new friendship.
Written for: flashpoint_sru, weekend prompt: friendship.
Disclaimer: I don't own Flashpoint.
Beta: The awesome lillyg!
Previous chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12
It Began with a Tie
Lady Advice
If Spike had to be honest, he’d admit that he didn’t really know what he was expecting from his lunch with Sam. Sure, he’d brought him to his brother’s home, he’d invited him to be part of the party… he’d even called him in the middle of the night to see if he was okay. But still…
He chewed his burger, watching him; since they’d arrived to the diner, Sam hadn’t said much. Maybe he was uncomfortable, and if that was the case, he had a good reason. In less than 24 hours, everything had changed. Now, seeing each other at work was a bit weird, and even Spike was having trouble getting used to their new friendship.
Finally, Sam left his soda on the table and seemed to want to talk. “Hey…”
“Hi, guys!” someone interrupted him. Jules approached them and sit beside him at the table. “What do we have here?”
“Every day’s crappy, full of carbs meal,” Lou responded as he followed her, joining Spike on the other side of the table.
“Like you eat anything different,” Spike teased him.
When the waitress appeared, Jules asked him for a double cheese burger with fries and a soda and then she turned to Sam. “So, what happened with you and…?”
Sam looked around the table and Spike knew that he didn’t know if he wanted to talk about his father or not. But he ended up saying, "I had to see my dad, but Spike got me in a good mood before I went."
She seemed surprised, in a good way. “What do you mean? Did you guys hang out?”
“Kind of. I invited him to come to my niece’s birthday party,” Spike explained.
“Vicky?” Lou said.
Smiling, Sam nodded. “I had a great time.”
Jules put a hand on his shoulder and rubbed it lovingly. “I think it’s great. Sam needs more friends. And he certainly could use some advice from Spike when it comes to the ladies.”
The comment seemed to amuse Sam. “The ladies?” he repeated, smirking.
She waved her hand as she responded, “Yeah! You can’t go pick them up in a bicycle! You look like a thirteen-year-old!”
“I don’t know, I don’t know… Believe it or not, this man’s a Casanova. He’s got his own developed technique,” Spike assured her.
“Oh, really? Who was the lucky girl?”
“Woman.”
“Mmm… So he likes them mature now!”
A bit uncomfortable, Spike took a bite of his huge burger and confessed. “More like my mother.”
Lou almost chocked, and Jules started to laugh hysterically. She was about to make another comment when everyone’s cell phones rang. They were needed ASAP.
There was no time for lunch. Work and human lives always came first.
They got up, ready for some action, but Jules had one last thing to say. “Sam, if you’re not taking his advice, then take mine! You and Spike should definitely hang out more often!” she joked as she went get the big guns.
Title: It Began with a Tie, Part 14/30 - Gimme Five
Characters/Pairings: Sam/Spike, the team.
Word Count: 500.
Rating: PG.
Warnings: None.
Spoilers: None.
Summary: Sam couldn't have saved the day without Spike.
Written for: flashpoint_sru, #16 Accomplice.
Disclaimer: I don't own Flashpoint.
Beta: The awesome lillyg!
Previous chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12
It Began with a Tie
Gimme Five
Adrenaline was the solution for everything.
Spike didn’t feel awkward about their friendship anymore. After the sudden call at the diner, the team had received the information about the new situation. They’d had to split in two groups to deal with two subjects located in two different rooms of the same building. Even if they stayed connected, Spike, Lou and Sam were pretty much alone when it came to controlling what happened to a teenager who had a gun and was threatening them to blow his brains out.
Spike had been marveled by how much Sam had learned since his apparent failure as a negotiator. While Spike had taken care of the explosives, he’d managed to get into the subject’s mind. After the teenager had claimed that he didn’t know who he was and that he’d been a shadow of his inner self for years now, Sam had stopped relaying on the book and made up his own strategy. The kid had said that he couldn’t predict what the consequences of doing what he wanted were; he repeated over and over again that he kept sabotaging himself and he couldn’t take it anymore.
Sam had responded that sometimes he had ideas that he’d like to try out and that he didn’t know how he might react. He had also stated that the only way to find out was being brave and trying to go exactly for what could make him happy.
By exposing some of his own feelings, he’d found a connection and make the subject drop the gun.
On the way back to the station, the atmosphere was exciting and spontaneous. Everyone congratulated Sam, but strangely, Sam said that he couldn’t have done it without Spike. As usual, Spike thanked Babycakes for her great work; she was, after all, the eighth member of the team.
Now that they’d arrived at the HQ, the compliments didn’t stop. To Spike, it was a fun way to end the day after all the stress and the tense moments they’d had to go through. As he got out of the SUV, he was glad Sam was talking to him without stop, going over their techniques and their achievements over and over again.
“Babycakes was amazing out there. I gotta admit it… she’s your perfect partner, after all,” Sam said, nodding.
Spike was proud of that and also happy that Sam had referred to Babycakes as “she.” Someone seemed to get his love for the beautiful machine that regularly refused to make him breakfast.
“You okay?” Greg asked, taking his cap off as a sign of respect.
“Yeah, boss! We’re Samtastic!” Spike assured him, offering his hand for Sam to give him five.
“Okay… you so have to stop saying that,” Wordy said, passing by.
“What? We all say it!”
“Not so many times… in only half an hour!”
Sam shook his head as he checked his rifle. “They don’t get it, Spike…”
Spike smirked, putting a hand on his shoulder. “They never will.”
Characters/Pairings: Spike/Sam, Jules, Lewis.
Word Count: 500.
Rating: PG.
Warnings: None.
Spoilers: None.
Summary: Jules and Lewis have a few things to say about Spike and Sam's new friendship.
Written for: flashpoint_sru, weekend prompt: friendship.
Disclaimer: I don't own Flashpoint.
Beta: The awesome lillyg!
Previous chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12
It Began with a Tie
Lady Advice
If Spike had to be honest, he’d admit that he didn’t really know what he was expecting from his lunch with Sam. Sure, he’d brought him to his brother’s home, he’d invited him to be part of the party… he’d even called him in the middle of the night to see if he was okay. But still…
He chewed his burger, watching him; since they’d arrived to the diner, Sam hadn’t said much. Maybe he was uncomfortable, and if that was the case, he had a good reason. In less than 24 hours, everything had changed. Now, seeing each other at work was a bit weird, and even Spike was having trouble getting used to their new friendship.
Finally, Sam left his soda on the table and seemed to want to talk. “Hey…”
“Hi, guys!” someone interrupted him. Jules approached them and sit beside him at the table. “What do we have here?”
“Every day’s crappy, full of carbs meal,” Lou responded as he followed her, joining Spike on the other side of the table.
“Like you eat anything different,” Spike teased him.
When the waitress appeared, Jules asked him for a double cheese burger with fries and a soda and then she turned to Sam. “So, what happened with you and…?”
Sam looked around the table and Spike knew that he didn’t know if he wanted to talk about his father or not. But he ended up saying, "I had to see my dad, but Spike got me in a good mood before I went."
She seemed surprised, in a good way. “What do you mean? Did you guys hang out?”
“Kind of. I invited him to come to my niece’s birthday party,” Spike explained.
“Vicky?” Lou said.
Smiling, Sam nodded. “I had a great time.”
Jules put a hand on his shoulder and rubbed it lovingly. “I think it’s great. Sam needs more friends. And he certainly could use some advice from Spike when it comes to the ladies.”
The comment seemed to amuse Sam. “The ladies?” he repeated, smirking.
She waved her hand as she responded, “Yeah! You can’t go pick them up in a bicycle! You look like a thirteen-year-old!”
“I don’t know, I don’t know… Believe it or not, this man’s a Casanova. He’s got his own developed technique,” Spike assured her.
“Oh, really? Who was the lucky girl?”
“Woman.”
“Mmm… So he likes them mature now!”
A bit uncomfortable, Spike took a bite of his huge burger and confessed. “More like my mother.”
Lou almost chocked, and Jules started to laugh hysterically. She was about to make another comment when everyone’s cell phones rang. They were needed ASAP.
There was no time for lunch. Work and human lives always came first.
They got up, ready for some action, but Jules had one last thing to say. “Sam, if you’re not taking his advice, then take mine! You and Spike should definitely hang out more often!” she joked as she went get the big guns.
Title: It Began with a Tie, Part 14/30 - Gimme Five
Characters/Pairings: Sam/Spike, the team.
Word Count: 500.
Rating: PG.
Warnings: None.
Spoilers: None.
Summary: Sam couldn't have saved the day without Spike.
Written for: flashpoint_sru, #16 Accomplice.
Disclaimer: I don't own Flashpoint.
Beta: The awesome lillyg!
Previous chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12
It Began with a Tie
Gimme Five
Adrenaline was the solution for everything.
Spike didn’t feel awkward about their friendship anymore. After the sudden call at the diner, the team had received the information about the new situation. They’d had to split in two groups to deal with two subjects located in two different rooms of the same building. Even if they stayed connected, Spike, Lou and Sam were pretty much alone when it came to controlling what happened to a teenager who had a gun and was threatening them to blow his brains out.
Spike had been marveled by how much Sam had learned since his apparent failure as a negotiator. While Spike had taken care of the explosives, he’d managed to get into the subject’s mind. After the teenager had claimed that he didn’t know who he was and that he’d been a shadow of his inner self for years now, Sam had stopped relaying on the book and made up his own strategy. The kid had said that he couldn’t predict what the consequences of doing what he wanted were; he repeated over and over again that he kept sabotaging himself and he couldn’t take it anymore.
Sam had responded that sometimes he had ideas that he’d like to try out and that he didn’t know how he might react. He had also stated that the only way to find out was being brave and trying to go exactly for what could make him happy.
By exposing some of his own feelings, he’d found a connection and make the subject drop the gun.
On the way back to the station, the atmosphere was exciting and spontaneous. Everyone congratulated Sam, but strangely, Sam said that he couldn’t have done it without Spike. As usual, Spike thanked Babycakes for her great work; she was, after all, the eighth member of the team.
Now that they’d arrived at the HQ, the compliments didn’t stop. To Spike, it was a fun way to end the day after all the stress and the tense moments they’d had to go through. As he got out of the SUV, he was glad Sam was talking to him without stop, going over their techniques and their achievements over and over again.
“Babycakes was amazing out there. I gotta admit it… she’s your perfect partner, after all,” Sam said, nodding.
Spike was proud of that and also happy that Sam had referred to Babycakes as “she.” Someone seemed to get his love for the beautiful machine that regularly refused to make him breakfast.
“You okay?” Greg asked, taking his cap off as a sign of respect.
“Yeah, boss! We’re Samtastic!” Spike assured him, offering his hand for Sam to give him five.
“Okay… you so have to stop saying that,” Wordy said, passing by.
“What? We all say it!”
“Not so many times… in only half an hour!”
Sam shook his head as he checked his rifle. “They don’t get it, Spike…”
Spike smirked, putting a hand on his shoulder. “They never will.”