FIC: If things were different... (PG, Jules, Lewis, weekend prompt: spark)
Title: If things were different, we would spark.
Author: iniq
Characters: Jules, Lewis (mentions of Sam/Jules, Lewis/OMC)
Word Count: exactly 500
Prompt: weekend prompt: spark
Warnings: mentions of homosexuality
Rating: PG
Spoilers: none
Summary: Jules' car doesn't start. She calls Lewis to help her fix it.
Disclaimer: Flashpoint belongs to its creators. This fic makes no claims or money.
If things were different, we would spark.
"Thanks for coming over so quickly," Jules said as they were walking around the house to her car. She hadn't been sure if it would be okay to call Lewis on their first day off at nine in the morning. But he was always there for her, so she had called anyway. And here he was, half an hour later, looking as fresh as any member of Team One did after a grueling ten-day shift.
Lewis threw a hand over her shoulders easily and pulled her toward him. "Any time."
She laughed, melting into him. "I swear, the car does this on purpose. I was finally going to get some stuff done, and now..."
Lewis smiled. "You can take my truck." He fished the keys out of his pockets and held them out. "I'll fix your baby up, and you get your stuff. I'll call you if I need you to take a detour to a garage."
"Really?" Jules asked, hopeful. His beat up truck was a lot better suited for what she had in mind anyway.
"I'm serious. Get going."
Jules wrapped her arms around him and patted his back. "Thanks. You're the best." She grabbed the keys and turned around to get her bag and the list.
When she came back outside, Lewis was just returning from his truck with a big toolbox. It seemed he was all set to pimp her ride.
When she returned two hours later, paint in the back, and a set of new spark plugs on the seat next to her, she parked in the driveway.
"Lou?" she yelled, thinking maybe he'd gone into her backyard. He loved her goldfish pond.
But his muffled answer came from under her car. "You've got some rust spots," he said as she walked around the car to see where he was.
"Yeah?" she asked and lay down next to the car. She looked at him and the chassis of the car. "What are we going to do about that?"
He looked at her and held up a wire and a paint brush. There was rust and oil all over the ground and partly on him, too.
She winced. "I got the spark plugs."
"Alright," he said and crawled out from under the car. "Let's put them in. Do you need help with whatever you're fixing today?"
Jules knew Lewis was serious about the offer, but she was sure he and Sean had plans for the day. She had stolen him for far too long already. "No, I've got that. Thanks, though."
Then they popped the hood, and Jules paid rapt attention as Lewis walked her through the steps of changing spark plugs. As he calmly explained what he was doing, making sure she understood, it wasn't hard for her to understand at all, just why he was already snatched up.
She wanted someone like Lewis, too. Someone she could count on, calm and reliable, who would always be there for her.
Maybe Sam could be that.
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end.
Author: iniq
Characters: Jules, Lewis (mentions of Sam/Jules, Lewis/OMC)
Word Count: exactly 500
Prompt: weekend prompt: spark
Warnings: mentions of homosexuality
Rating: PG
Spoilers: none
Summary: Jules' car doesn't start. She calls Lewis to help her fix it.
Disclaimer: Flashpoint belongs to its creators. This fic makes no claims or money.
If things were different, we would spark.
"Thanks for coming over so quickly," Jules said as they were walking around the house to her car. She hadn't been sure if it would be okay to call Lewis on their first day off at nine in the morning. But he was always there for her, so she had called anyway. And here he was, half an hour later, looking as fresh as any member of Team One did after a grueling ten-day shift.
Lewis threw a hand over her shoulders easily and pulled her toward him. "Any time."
She laughed, melting into him. "I swear, the car does this on purpose. I was finally going to get some stuff done, and now..."
Lewis smiled. "You can take my truck." He fished the keys out of his pockets and held them out. "I'll fix your baby up, and you get your stuff. I'll call you if I need you to take a detour to a garage."
"Really?" Jules asked, hopeful. His beat up truck was a lot better suited for what she had in mind anyway.
"I'm serious. Get going."
Jules wrapped her arms around him and patted his back. "Thanks. You're the best." She grabbed the keys and turned around to get her bag and the list.
When she came back outside, Lewis was just returning from his truck with a big toolbox. It seemed he was all set to pimp her ride.
When she returned two hours later, paint in the back, and a set of new spark plugs on the seat next to her, she parked in the driveway.
"Lou?" she yelled, thinking maybe he'd gone into her backyard. He loved her goldfish pond.
But his muffled answer came from under her car. "You've got some rust spots," he said as she walked around the car to see where he was.
"Yeah?" she asked and lay down next to the car. She looked at him and the chassis of the car. "What are we going to do about that?"
He looked at her and held up a wire and a paint brush. There was rust and oil all over the ground and partly on him, too.
She winced. "I got the spark plugs."
"Alright," he said and crawled out from under the car. "Let's put them in. Do you need help with whatever you're fixing today?"
Jules knew Lewis was serious about the offer, but she was sure he and Sean had plans for the day. She had stolen him for far too long already. "No, I've got that. Thanks, though."
Then they popped the hood, and Jules paid rapt attention as Lewis walked her through the steps of changing spark plugs. As he calmly explained what he was doing, making sure she understood, it wasn't hard for her to understand at all, just why he was already snatched up.
She wanted someone like Lewis, too. Someone she could count on, calm and reliable, who would always be there for her.
Maybe Sam could be that.
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end.