Twist and Shout
Title: Twist and Shout
Fandom: Flashpoint
Characters/Pairing: Team
Word Count: 200
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Not especially
Summary: Because you never know when you might have to get through a small, oddly shaped space.
A/N: Because my muse was being too depressing. Written for Flashpoint_SRU prompt #3 - Family (cuz, we all know that the team is family and tis is how they roll). Oh, and as I've been forgetting to post recently, I own nothing. Not beta'd
Twist and Shout
“Okay, ow, Jules. I can’t bend that way,” Greg and Ed stopped short as they heard Sam’s exclamation from the gym, exchanging disbelieving looks.
“That’s kind of the point,” Jules voice drifted out, amused.
“How the hell did you get your leg to do that?” Sam’s indignation was clear.
“I’m flexible. You of all people should know that,” she told him smugly.
“I know, but seriously, come on! That’s insane,” he protested. Then, a sudden crash echoed into the hall followed by several noises of pain from Sam and Jules… along with gales of laughter.
Greg and Ed rounded the corner and were greeted by the sight of Spike, Lou and Wordy doubled over laughing, and Sam and Jules in a tangled heap on a Twister mat.
“Uh… we swear, this is work related,” Sam hurried to explain and Jules sighed as they tried to untangle themselves
“It was all Spike’s idea,” she said as she grabbed Sam’s head to hold him still as she pulled her leg from around his.
“We’re developing our fine motor skills. Never know when you might have to get through a small, oddly shaped space,” Spike grinned.
“Right,” Greg said, nodding slowly. “Carry on.”
Fandom: Flashpoint
Characters/Pairing: Team
Word Count: 200
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Not especially
Summary: Because you never know when you might have to get through a small, oddly shaped space.
A/N: Because my muse was being too depressing. Written for Flashpoint_SRU prompt #3 - Family (cuz, we all know that the team is family and tis is how they roll). Oh, and as I've been forgetting to post recently, I own nothing. Not beta'd
Twist and Shout
“Okay, ow, Jules. I can’t bend that way,” Greg and Ed stopped short as they heard Sam’s exclamation from the gym, exchanging disbelieving looks.
“That’s kind of the point,” Jules voice drifted out, amused.
“How the hell did you get your leg to do that?” Sam’s indignation was clear.
“I’m flexible. You of all people should know that,” she told him smugly.
“I know, but seriously, come on! That’s insane,” he protested. Then, a sudden crash echoed into the hall followed by several noises of pain from Sam and Jules… along with gales of laughter.
Greg and Ed rounded the corner and were greeted by the sight of Spike, Lou and Wordy doubled over laughing, and Sam and Jules in a tangled heap on a Twister mat.
“Uh… we swear, this is work related,” Sam hurried to explain and Jules sighed as they tried to untangle themselves
“It was all Spike’s idea,” she said as she grabbed Sam’s head to hold him still as she pulled her leg from around his.
“We’re developing our fine motor skills. Never know when you might have to get through a small, oddly shaped space,” Spike grinned.
“Right,” Greg said, nodding slowly. “Carry on.”