Fic: Inner Fight (1/3, Sam/Spike, Flashpoint)
Title: Inner Fight (1/3)
Chapter: Inner turmoil
Prompts: #8 chance, #5 trigger, #12 retaliate, #6 shelter, #7 Babycakes, #10 fantasy, #3 family
Word Count: 7x200 words
Pairing: Sam/Spike
Rating: R
Warnings: SLASH
Spoilers: a hint of 2x07, but just a hint.
Summary: When Spike is hurt during an intervention, Someone unexpected has a reaction… well, unexpected.
Written for: flashpoint_sru
Disclaimer: I don't own Flashpoint. Just my fantasies…
Beta: The lovely
paranoid_woman
Author Note: To eviltwin who made my wonderful layout!
Chance
Sam pushed past Spike when he stepped into the locker room.
“Scarlatti, you’re in the middle of the way. Move!” he snapped.
“What? Excuse me, Braddock? What’s wrong with you?” Spike shot back.
“What’s wrong with me? You’re kidding, right? What’s wrong with you?” he asked angrily, poking his finger into Spike’s chest.
“Ouch, that hurts! Could you be nicer, I have three busted ribs,” Spike whimpered painfully.
“To begin with, that’s one of the problems. Why did you have to end up with broken ribs? Oh, yeah, you felt like playing the hero, and run after this guy who made you fall from a two-story window. And why did you let him take your gun and shot you? What if the bullet had gone through you jacket? You were taking the chance to be killed in the line of duty?”
“No! Are you insane? What’s the matter anyway? Since when are you interested in my well-being?” Spike yelled.
“That’s not the point. Don’t change the subject of the conversation.”
“And what conversation are you talking about? ‘Cause here I just see a nutty yelling on me!” Spike tried to leave the room, only to be pushed back by Sam.
Trigger
“Don’t you dare leave. I’m not done,” Sam growled. “Why did you stupidly have to go out of the truck when the Sarge said it wasn’t necessary? You could have just stayed inside, played with your computer and your electronic toys.”
“What? Who do you think you are, you little self-centered jerk? You’ve been here for less than one year, and you’re telling me what I have to do? I must be dreaming. Years that I’ve worked here and a little shit is telling me to stay in the truck, playing with my toys?” Spike asked in disbelief. “I can’t believe it! We are not in school, we are both grown-ups. I don’t need a trigger-happy newbie to tell me what I have to do. You’re not my boss. If someone has to say something about what I did today, it should be the Sarge, not you. It’s not because you’re a super-sniper who always looks forward to being patted on the head by Ed that means you’re God! Without my toys and I, I would be very happy to see how you would stay alive more than ten minutes,” he dismissed Sam with an angry wave of his hand.
Retaliate
Sam refused to let it go. “I’m not done! You could have died today. You had the flu, and you weren’t in shape to go in the field. You can’t say I’m wrong. And you could have been killed. And… And…”
“Look, jackass. Right now I’m tired, I’m sick, I have busted ribs and scratches everywhere due to the window I went through. Now let me go before I do something I would regret. I don’t even know why I bother letting you say that. You have never cared. Why do you do that? Jules isn’t here so you can’t follow her like a puppy?”
Before he realized what happened, Spike felt Sam fist connecting with his jaw. Spike retaliated by throwing a punch. They ended up rolling on the floor, fighting like teenagers. After such a crappy day, Spike saw himself overpowered by Sam who pinned him down on the ground of the locker room. Sam was stunned when he bended over and decided to crash his lips against Spike’s. Spike was shocked but equally stunned when he felt himself kissing back his coworker. The kiss was passionate, angry and with something Sam couldn’t define. Maybe more than lust.
Shelter
Spike didn’t know how they managed that, but soon, they ended up at Sam place. He was surprised when he stepped in. He didn’t know why but he had always thought that Sam was a messy kid, so he was agreeably surprised when he found a neat apartment. It was comfy and welcoming. He thought that Sam had made it his, that after all the years in the Army, he had created his own shelter.
It was strange. He’d always thought that Sam was an immature kid with a big ego. Like his first times in the team, always wanting to be Sierra 1 or Sierra 2, not wanting to deal with people and try to talk to them. Spike had always liked talking to people. He’d always wanted to defuse a situation without having to use his weapon. But again, he remembered that they were very different. He was the talkative one, Sam was more subdued.
He’d always thought that Sam would have had pictures of his Army unit or his family. He was rather surprised to see a photo of their team, taken at a barbeque at Wordy’s.
“I keep the photos of my unit in my locker.”
Babycakes
“Why?” Spike asked genuinely.
“I don’t want ghosts to follow me at home, particularly after a bad case. I keep them in my locker; they help me to stay alive in the field. They remind me that life is short and that it can end in no time. A lunatic and a mission can go south rapidly. So I keep the present in my living-room and the past at work. I don’t know if that makes sense to you…”
Spike nodded. “Yeah, I understand. I try to avoid TV news when I go home after a situation, particularly when it was bad. If a life has been ended because we couldn’t talk him down, I don’t want to live it again, and again. But I really didn’t think you would have a photo of our team.”
“What? You don’t have a picture of Babycakes on your night stand?” Sam faked a hurt look. “I will tell her tomorrow.”
Spike was red flushed.
“You do! I knew it!” Sam added in triumph.
“Don’t mock my Babycakes. She saved your ass more than once. Okay. I’ve got a picture. Greg took it when Lou and I were repairing her after an explosion.”
Fantasy
Sam was amused by the threatening look Spike was trying to keep on his face without laughing. When he failed, both burst out laughing. Suddenly Sam’s face became serious. He came closer to Spike and put a hesitant, soft kiss on his lips. He didn’t want to scare his friend. He was also afraid that Spike had changed his mind since their encounter in the locker room. Sam had always been bi, but he didn’t know about Spike, who was talking about babes most of the time.
He had developed some pretty fantasies including Spike, showers, TAC gears, and other stuff that he would probably never talk about to his friend. Nevertheless, he was reassured when Spike deepened the kiss. He slid one hand under his t-shirt, caressing Spike’s warm body. Spike shivered at the contact but let Sam take off the offending cloth. Nervously, he began to unbuttoned Sam’s shirt, all fingers trembling. He had never thought about Sam or any other guy that way, and was terrified by his discovery: he was aroused by men. When realization sank in, he grew out some confidence. Finally he removed Sam’s shirt and took a good look of his blond coworker.
Family
Part of him was still afraid by what he was doing. He wasn’t walking in a familiar territory here. Everything was new. As an Italian guy, with a very Christian family, he had always been told that men were… Well, men. And men were created to be with women. Men were created to make babies to women to make their very Italian mothers happy, not that non-Italian mothers weren’t happy to have grand-children. But he had always been conditioned about what men should do and not do. And desiring one of his male friends wasn’t part of his education. It was a sin.
He was afraid that his family would disown him, that they would reject him. He’d always been close to them. With his tough job, closeness and family were his safety. If something was wrong, he knew that there would always be someone to cheer him up and to make him forget about reality. His mom’s tiramisu. His nephews and nieces’ antics. They’d always been his source of comfort, even if that meant living in a basement, going out to watch the Lion King, and being teased restlessly by his colleagues. He really didn’t want to lose everything.