Flashpoint - "A Spot of Bother" - Team
Title: A Spot of Bother
Fandom: Flashpoint
Characters: Team
Rating: G
Word Count: 400
Summary: Team One has Hallowe'en off. But they're on call somewhere else.
Warnings: Absolute fluff. S4 team.
Notes: For the flashpoint-sru Prompt #17 - Outfit
Disclaimer: Definitely not mine.
"This is ridiculous," Sam grumbled from inside the Winnie-the-Pooh suit.
Spike and Jules burst out laughing, Jules so unsteady in her Piglet costume she had to hold onto Spike's arm to keep from falling over.
"Would a pot of honey make everything better?" she asked sweetly, batting her eyelashes at him.
"I mean it," Sam warned, and Spike only laughed harder at the unlikely scowl on Pooh's face.
"Who's complaining over here," Ed called as he appeared from the locker room.
Spike and Jules had to hold onto each other just to stay upright. Ed looked suitably dour for an Eeyore.
"I told you!" Jules gasped. Spike could only nod frantically in agreement.
Sam tried to cross his Pooh arms, but couldn't reach them around his padded stomach. The frown intensified. "Where's everybody else?"
Greg, Raf and Wordy appeared as if on cue.
"Guys, if I had known this one-night reunion was for the Children's Hospital Hallowe'en party, I might not have said yes."
"C'mon Rabbit, you big softy," Greg laughed, flapping the wings of his Owl costume appreciatively. He had to waddle along to keep up with them.
"Yeah, Wordy, you've never skipped out on a chance to dress up like an idiot," Ed grinned, clapping an arm around Wordy's shoulder and flipping one of the ears over Wordy's face.
"Watch it, Eeyore, or I'll make that tail a permanent feature."
Raf, who had to carry his Tigger tail so it wouldn't drag on the ground, spoke up from the back. "And this definitely isn't a rookie thing?" he asked.
Sam shook his head no. "I would have warned you," he said solemnly.
"Are we good to go?" Greg asked. "The hospital staff expect us at four."
"Wait a second," Sam asked, looking much too serious for a Pooh Bear. He pointed an accusatory paw in Spike's direction. "Why does Spike get to be Christopher Robin?"
Spike laid a consolatory hand on Sam's shoulder. "Sam, buddy, Pooh Bear," he began, "this was the only costume the rental place had left. Can you believe the day before I called them, the day before, someone came in and rented the last Roo suit, the suit I had had my heart set on since August?"
"No," Sam said darkly, levelling him with a suspicious glare. "I can't."
Spike shook his head sadly. "Oh dear, maybe you should have been Eeyore after all."
Fandom: Flashpoint
Characters: Team
Rating: G
Word Count: 400
Summary: Team One has Hallowe'en off. But they're on call somewhere else.
Warnings: Absolute fluff. S4 team.
Notes: For the flashpoint-sru Prompt #17 - Outfit
Disclaimer: Definitely not mine.
"This is ridiculous," Sam grumbled from inside the Winnie-the-Pooh suit.
Spike and Jules burst out laughing, Jules so unsteady in her Piglet costume she had to hold onto Spike's arm to keep from falling over.
"Would a pot of honey make everything better?" she asked sweetly, batting her eyelashes at him.
"I mean it," Sam warned, and Spike only laughed harder at the unlikely scowl on Pooh's face.
"Who's complaining over here," Ed called as he appeared from the locker room.
Spike and Jules had to hold onto each other just to stay upright. Ed looked suitably dour for an Eeyore.
"I told you!" Jules gasped. Spike could only nod frantically in agreement.
Sam tried to cross his Pooh arms, but couldn't reach them around his padded stomach. The frown intensified. "Where's everybody else?"
Greg, Raf and Wordy appeared as if on cue.
"Guys, if I had known this one-night reunion was for the Children's Hospital Hallowe'en party, I might not have said yes."
"C'mon Rabbit, you big softy," Greg laughed, flapping the wings of his Owl costume appreciatively. He had to waddle along to keep up with them.
"Yeah, Wordy, you've never skipped out on a chance to dress up like an idiot," Ed grinned, clapping an arm around Wordy's shoulder and flipping one of the ears over Wordy's face.
"Watch it, Eeyore, or I'll make that tail a permanent feature."
Raf, who had to carry his Tigger tail so it wouldn't drag on the ground, spoke up from the back. "And this definitely isn't a rookie thing?" he asked.
Sam shook his head no. "I would have warned you," he said solemnly.
"Are we good to go?" Greg asked. "The hospital staff expect us at four."
"Wait a second," Sam asked, looking much too serious for a Pooh Bear. He pointed an accusatory paw in Spike's direction. "Why does Spike get to be Christopher Robin?"
Spike laid a consolatory hand on Sam's shoulder. "Sam, buddy, Pooh Bear," he began, "this was the only costume the rental place had left. Can you believe the day before I called them, the day before, someone came in and rented the last Roo suit, the suit I had had my heart set on since August?"
"No," Sam said darkly, levelling him with a suspicious glare. "I can't."
Spike shook his head sadly. "Oh dear, maybe you should have been Eeyore after all."