'He could've died today.'

That's all Spike could think about right now. Well, that and about how much he really wanted to kiss the person who invented Kevlar vests.

Sam Braddock sat in the empty boys locker room awaiting the return of his best friend. Much like his friend, Sam was thinking about the events of the day. Sam had been pursuing subject armed with a .22 kemper, when he turned the corner too fast and got shot in the chest. Spike came from the side directly opposite to Sam and took the lethal shot, saving his buddy from any further injury. Sam had thanked spike over and over before SIU took him away but, it didn't seem enough.

Spike was just heading into the locker room when he rounded the corner, to find Sam sitting on the bench, his head against Spike's locker.

As soon as Sam heard footsteps, Sam's head came forward, meeting the steady gaze of Spike.

" Spike…I.. I was just…." Sam stumbled for words as he tried to express his feelings. Last night, when Sam and spike were sitting on his couch watching the hockey game, it suddenly hit him. He had feelings for his friend. Strong feelings for him. Spike knew he was gay. He was the only one who knew he was gay. But how would he feel if Sam told him he was in love with him.

" Sam…I'm so sorry!!!!!!!" spike cried as he ran and threw himself at Sam. "Oh, Sam! I thought he was going to kill you! Then I would have never been able to tell you how much I care about you!"

Sam was slightly taken back by this. He had no idea his friend was gay.

"I care about you too, Spike!!!" and with that, Sam took his friend back into his arms and kissed him passionately. It first started as a sweet gentle kiss, but then, heated up quickly.

It was Spike who first made a move on Sam. He slowly unbuttoned Sam's shirt, until it was completely undone. He pushed it back, while pushing his friend against the lockers.

Spike was about to kiss Sam again when his eyes caught site of Sam's bruise. He gently ran his fingers over the yellow and blue bruise forming on Sam's upper left chest.

" oh, Sam," Spike breathed as his fingers gently brushed Sam's chest, as Sam's hands gently caressed spike's back.

" Ssh, its okay, I'm okay." Sam soothed as he kissed the top of spike's head. "I have you now."

" And I'm never leaving you again.' spike promised before kissing Sam softly, and snuggling further into his embrace.

What neither Sam, nor spike knew was that they weren't alone in the station. Sergeant Gregory Parker was standing outside the sliver-cracked locker room door watching the whole exchange, smiling and silently praying to god for everything to work out.

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I know, know, this is a really bad start to a story but I had to start somewhere. Now this story will be rated M, and I probably will be posting tomorrow, or Monday or maybe even later tonight. Please review and tell me before I write the next chapter who I should make the dominant partner, and who the submissive partner in bed.