Antics
Prompt - #016: Accomplice. This comes to you courtesy of flashpoint_sru over on livejournal.
Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own Flashpoint.
Lazer.
Spike peered around the locker room doorway, tense with excitement. At his shoulder, Lou stood and radiated silent calm. A smile twitched his lips as he watched his friend.
"Oh, here he comes! Get back. Act casually," Spike whispered, whirling around to face his open locker. He began to root through it in an attempt to appear busy. Lou simply leaned against the cool metal door and held the amusement inside.
Sam rounded the corner a moment later, a damp towel slung over his shoulder and sweat coating his training gear. He lifted a hand in a wave and grunted a hello. Lou nodded his head in return, breath whistling out when Spike's elbow connected. Lifting an eyebrow, he glared at the smaller man, ignoring the look he received in return.
Before either could speak, the sound of Sam opening his locker and a muffled whump met their ears.
Grins split both their faces. Cursing followed soon after.
Turning away from his things, Spike faced the now-spluttering Sam Braddock. Lou lifted a hand to his mouth, shoulders starting to shake with suppressed laughter. Spike didn't even bother holding it in; full-blown belly laughs erupting in continuous peals.
Sam stood stock still, hand still grasping to locker door, a colorful array of curses exploding from him. He was coated head to toe in white foam that had been flung at him on a mechanical spring, the shaving cream slowly dripping down his back.
Ever so slowly, brilliant blue eyes wheeled to stare at the two accomplices behind him, even as he fell silent. For a long while, not a word emerged.
"Happy birthday Samtastic!" Spike crowed.
Footsteps sounded behind them as Ed and Greg burst into the room, summoned by Sam's swearing. Jules followed seconds later on their heels. At first, a furious look crossed Ed's face, then Spike's words registered. And a slow smile covered his face.
Jules snickered softly and Greg crossed his arms, shaking his head at the antics of his 'children'. With a last glare at Spike, Sam whiped his hands on the towel still around his neck. He then dropped it on the floor, finding it coated as well with the shaving cream, and grumbled. Seconds later, a slight twitch of his lips was all the warning they had. Shaking his head like a dog, Sam managed to send flecks of the foam flying at everyone.
Jules let out a muffled yelp and ducked for cover behind the sink, but she was the only one able to escape the assault. The rest of Team One were hit with the flying bits.
Sam grinned at his teammates and grabbed a change of clothes from above the mechanism, walking towards the shower and leaving behind the gaping members with the last laugh.