Fic: No rest for braves, Flashpoint, Spike, PG
Title: No rest for braves
Author:
lillyg
Characters: Spike
Word Count: 500 (depends on the version of office)
Prompt: #8 Chance
Rating: PG
Summary: Spike want to rest, but the rest of he world doesn't.
Disclaimer: Don't own anything apart from my Spike fantasies...
Betas: The wonderful
paranoid_woman
Author's notes: Dedicated to my great friend
paranoid_woman who gave me the idea, and the workman who woke me up at 8.30 a.m. some day... Written for flashpoint_sru
Ten days that Spike hadn't had a proper day off. He had been on call because of a flu epidemic, half of the SRU was sick, and he was beginning to think that, unfortunately he wasn't. He'd had to cover for someone. And of course, the city had suddenly decided to go crazy. Busiest week ever. It was 7 a.m. and he was finally home, ready to go to bed.
Now that this epidemic was over, he just wanted to enjoy the couple of days off the Sarge gave him. He had one big project: sleeping through these days without even waking up. He'd planned that he would lead that project to its end.
He looked at his surroundings. Teeth brushed? Checked. Bed? Checked - in the middle of the room, tempting him outrageously. Comforter? Checked. Fluffy pillows? Checked. Parents in another city? Checked. Everything seemed to be perfect. What Spike just had to do after that was lay on the bed, close his eyes, and re-open them to go to work two days later. Easy.
So that's what he did, he laid on his bed and closed his eyes, now that he had foreseen everything. Everything? Apparently he didn't intend the jackhammers in his street next to his house that began as soon as he fell asleep. Startled by the sudden noises, he tried to reach for a weapon to retaliate if someone tried to attack him. Then he remember that he was at home and realized that it was just some roadworks and it was already over. He told himself that he was overstressed and fell back on his pillow. Five minutes later, the jackhammers were back.
'What the heck?' he yelled. He really wanted to shoot someone. Where was Babycakes when he needed her so much? She could have pursued them and he wouldn't even have had to move from the house, just use the remote. He got up, dressed and went to talk to the workmen.
“What the hell happened? When I went home one hour ago there was still a road here!” Spike yelled to cover the noise.
“I'm sorry, sir, but we will be here for two days,” one of the workmen answered.
“Are you kidding me? I have worked myself to death for ten days without a break and now that I finally can rest, you tell me that I won't because you will work here until I return to work? It's a nightmare,” he said in disbelief.
“Like I said, Sir, I'm sorry. I'm just doing my job,” the workman apologized.
“I know. I'm sorry that I've been rude. It's been a hell of a week. I'm going to find somewhere else to crash.”
“Have a nice day, sir,” the workman added when Spike retreated into the house.
As soon as the door was closed, the jackhammers were back. No peace for braves. No chance to rest today. It was time to find a plan B.
Part 2: Plan B