Flashpoint Fic: Breaking Free (Sam/Jules, PG-13)
Title: Breaking Free
Word Count: 400.
Characters/pairings: Sam/Jules.
Rating: PG-13, a bit of an AU.
Warnings: None.
Spoilers: 2x01 - Eagle Two.
Summary: Couldn’t he see that she wanted to be alone?
Written for: flashpoint_sru, prompt #5 Trigger.
Beta: The awesome lillyg!
Disclaimer: I do not own Flashpoint or anything related to it.
Breaking Free
As soon as the necklace bomb was deactivated, Jules stormed out of the building with her mind full of crazy ideas.
Eagle two, dead. A family, destroyed. All because of her.
Someone else taking the place she’d built for herself through the years. So many sacrifices -time, family, love- had been all for nothing.
She wasn’t in the mood to hear Sam calling her name. She didn’t want to see that look on his face, the one that screamed “I’m sorry for you,” just like everyone else’s. Jules didn’t turn back until he placed a hand on her shoulder and forced her to stop and listen. But even if kind words kept coming out of his mind, she kept rejecting him.
Couldn’t he see that she wanted to be alone? Pulling the trigger was the last thing he should do right now.
But he did. He asked her about her biggest fear, about people thinking she was weak.
And suddenly, he kissed her. Her first thought was to reject that gesture as well, but when he stole the next kiss from her, all fierce and confident and sure of what he was doing, she realized it was exactly what she wanted, what she needed.
She needed her trigger to be pulled, the right buttons to be pushed, and he was right there to make it happen. But kiss after kiss, the night getting feelings deeper than friendship out of them, caresses, whispers and embraces, he did even more for her.
He showed her how to forget about everything but her own happiness, how to let herself fall onto someone else’s arms, how to believe that good things could happen to her other than work and that there was someone for everyone out there, even if it turned out to be only for a little while.
He complimented her protein mango breakfast smoothies the morning after, told her how beautiful she was with the sheets wrapped around her body as she got out of bed and walked into the bathroom trying not to let him see the little smile on her face.
He watched her get her jacket on as he was undressing her in his mind all over again, and surprisingly, she didn’t mind about it at all.
He even stood by the door silently, waiting for her to check no one was out there, watching.
She told him there would be no promises. She made him swear no one would know about the two of them.
It wasn’t that he was her dirty little secret, not really. It was just the thought of having him entirely for herself without anyone being aware.
It was the idea of him being a secret, of him being the one who could kiss her in private and speak sweet words in her ear.
It was the idea of him showing her how not to care about the world.
Of him showing her how to break free.
Of him showing her how to fly.
The End.
Word Count: 400.
Characters/pairings: Sam/Jules.
Rating: PG-13, a bit of an AU.
Warnings: None.
Spoilers: 2x01 - Eagle Two.
Summary: Couldn’t he see that she wanted to be alone?
Written for: flashpoint_sru, prompt #5 Trigger.
Beta: The awesome lillyg!
Disclaimer: I do not own Flashpoint or anything related to it.
Breaking Free
As soon as the necklace bomb was deactivated, Jules stormed out of the building with her mind full of crazy ideas.
Eagle two, dead. A family, destroyed. All because of her.
Someone else taking the place she’d built for herself through the years. So many sacrifices -time, family, love- had been all for nothing.
She wasn’t in the mood to hear Sam calling her name. She didn’t want to see that look on his face, the one that screamed “I’m sorry for you,” just like everyone else’s. Jules didn’t turn back until he placed a hand on her shoulder and forced her to stop and listen. But even if kind words kept coming out of his mind, she kept rejecting him.
Couldn’t he see that she wanted to be alone? Pulling the trigger was the last thing he should do right now.
But he did. He asked her about her biggest fear, about people thinking she was weak.
And suddenly, he kissed her. Her first thought was to reject that gesture as well, but when he stole the next kiss from her, all fierce and confident and sure of what he was doing, she realized it was exactly what she wanted, what she needed.
She needed her trigger to be pulled, the right buttons to be pushed, and he was right there to make it happen. But kiss after kiss, the night getting feelings deeper than friendship out of them, caresses, whispers and embraces, he did even more for her.
He showed her how to forget about everything but her own happiness, how to let herself fall onto someone else’s arms, how to believe that good things could happen to her other than work and that there was someone for everyone out there, even if it turned out to be only for a little while.
He complimented her protein mango breakfast smoothies the morning after, told her how beautiful she was with the sheets wrapped around her body as she got out of bed and walked into the bathroom trying not to let him see the little smile on her face.
He watched her get her jacket on as he was undressing her in his mind all over again, and surprisingly, she didn’t mind about it at all.
He even stood by the door silently, waiting for her to check no one was out there, watching.
She told him there would be no promises. She made him swear no one would know about the two of them.
It wasn’t that he was her dirty little secret, not really. It was just the thought of having him entirely for herself without anyone being aware.
It was the idea of him being a secret, of him being the one who could kiss her in private and speak sweet words in her ear.
It was the idea of him showing her how not to care about the world.
Of him showing her how to break free.
Of him showing her how to fly.
The End.