Ficlet: Sorry Seems The Hardest Word
Title: Sorry Seems The Hardest Word
Author: eviltwin
Fandoms: Flashpoint
Pairing: Greg/Sam
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 400
Summary: Prompt : #12. Retaliate. Sam doesn't say something and Greg makes him pay.
Disclaimer: None of the following is true in any way, and no profit is made from this work of fiction.
It starts not because of something he said, but because of something he didn't say.
It’s just little things at first: crime scene tape on the outside of his locker, wrapped tightly around the door; the civvies in his bag being exchanged for ladies underwear while he's working out in the gym. Sam's pretty sure that Greg has the others in on it too, though he doubts he gave them the real reason behind it.
It's when Greg goes back to Sam's place and takes Sam's keys with him so he can lock the younger man out that Sam thinks maybe it's time to apologise. He gives up pounding on the door after five minutes, when it becomes apparent that Greg is going to just ignore him. Besides, it’s a little embarrassing to have his neighbours peering out of their windows at him while he tries to get into his own house. In the end he dials his house phone and Greg answers after the first ring. Old habits die hard, he guesses.
“You going to let me in?” No preamble.
“Are you going to say sorry?”
“It was just a stupid fight, Greg. You know I didn’t mean-”
“Sam.” Greg needs him to understand as much as Sam needs to get into his house. Sam leans his forehead on the glass panel in the door, lets it cool his skin. His breath fogs up the surface as he sighs.
“Yeah. I’m sorry. I do…” He swallows. He closes his eyes. “I do love you.”
When he opens his eyes again Greg is there, behind the glass, phone pressed to his ear as he watches Sam. Sam looks straight at him and repeats those last four words, knowing instinctively that Greg needs to see him say it as well as hear him. The door is unlatched and his hand drops to his side as Greg pulls him inside off the step and kisses him, hard. He kicks the door shut behind him and they stumble further into the house. Really, there’s only so much that Sam is happy to share with his neighbours. Greg holds him against the wall with one hand fisted in his shirt and Sam stands his ground, doesn’t look away.
“Don’t let us do that again,” Greg says.
“What? The pranks or the-”
“The fight,” Greg interrupts, even though there’s no need.
“It won’t. I promise.”
end
Author: eviltwin
Fandoms: Flashpoint
Pairing: Greg/Sam
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 400
Summary: Prompt : #12. Retaliate. Sam doesn't say something and Greg makes him pay.
Disclaimer: None of the following is true in any way, and no profit is made from this work of fiction.
It starts not because of something he said, but because of something he didn't say.
It’s just little things at first: crime scene tape on the outside of his locker, wrapped tightly around the door; the civvies in his bag being exchanged for ladies underwear while he's working out in the gym. Sam's pretty sure that Greg has the others in on it too, though he doubts he gave them the real reason behind it.
It's when Greg goes back to Sam's place and takes Sam's keys with him so he can lock the younger man out that Sam thinks maybe it's time to apologise. He gives up pounding on the door after five minutes, when it becomes apparent that Greg is going to just ignore him. Besides, it’s a little embarrassing to have his neighbours peering out of their windows at him while he tries to get into his own house. In the end he dials his house phone and Greg answers after the first ring. Old habits die hard, he guesses.
“You going to let me in?” No preamble.
“Are you going to say sorry?”
“It was just a stupid fight, Greg. You know I didn’t mean-”
“Sam.” Greg needs him to understand as much as Sam needs to get into his house. Sam leans his forehead on the glass panel in the door, lets it cool his skin. His breath fogs up the surface as he sighs.
“Yeah. I’m sorry. I do…” He swallows. He closes his eyes. “I do love you.”
When he opens his eyes again Greg is there, behind the glass, phone pressed to his ear as he watches Sam. Sam looks straight at him and repeats those last four words, knowing instinctively that Greg needs to see him say it as well as hear him. The door is unlatched and his hand drops to his side as Greg pulls him inside off the step and kisses him, hard. He kicks the door shut behind him and they stumble further into the house. Really, there’s only so much that Sam is happy to share with his neighbours. Greg holds him against the wall with one hand fisted in his shirt and Sam stands his ground, doesn’t look away.
“Don’t let us do that again,” Greg says.
“What? The pranks or the-”
“The fight,” Greg interrupts, even though there’s no need.
“It won’t. I promise.”
end