A/N: Welcome to the second installment of the Not So Different series. As you all know, Option C won the voting!

So JAMFANONE, splinterson77, Lolita, Ghostwriter, and Guest, this is for you all that voted C!

Disclaimer: I don't own Flashpoint. I know, sad story. Cuz if I did it wouldn't have ended. Ever.

Jules shifts in her bed as she reaches over for the paper detailing what must be included in the essay she's currently typing up for her Criminal Law class.

A senior college student with a major in psychology and a minor in Criminal Justice, she spends a lot of time in her dorm room and not enough time outside - or so her best friend says. Honestly, she thinks if she works hard enough she'll be admitted to the RCMP right after graduation and, maybe later in life, the SRU. Hey, a girl can dream.

Shuffling once more to reposition her laptop, Jules glances out the window. It's a hot summer day and the sun is shining down mercilessly, yet many are out there walking in all sorts of directions.

Probably getting ready for the hockey game tonight, she muses.

A good thing about the college's location is the fact that the hockey stadium where professional teams play is not far - about 30 minutes away, in fact. So when it's announced that the Cannucks are playing the Maple Leafs tonight, it's no wonder that the college campus itself seems to be going.

Except maybe me, that is.

Heaving another sigh, she returns her attention to her laptop... Only to find it gone.

"Looking for this?"

Jules glares at her best friend and tormentor. "Give back the laptop, Spike."

The Italian walks over to her desk and sets the laptop down, turning to her with a wide smile on his face, his dimples showing. "Nope. Because it's a Saturday and I'm not about to let you spend this Saturday night all by yourself with only a laptop and Mr. Holden's homework to keep you company."

Jules opens her mouth to protest but he puts up a finger.

"Nope. Don't even start. We're going out and that's that."

Jules huffs and pretends to be annoyed although she really isn't. Spike is the best of friends anyone can ever ask for and he always seems to know what she needs - especially when it comes to letting loose and playing around once in a while.

So, crossing her arms in front of her chest, she raises an eyebrow. "And where exactly are we going?"

The childish glint in his eye grows as his smile widens - if at all possible - as he reveals two tickets. "We're going to the hockey game!"

Jules honestly has no business in hockey and has no real appreciation for the sport, and only knows the basics based on what Spike tells her. But seeing the happiness and excitement on her best friend's face makes sitting through a hockey game bearable and totally worth it.

She smiles as she gets up from her bed, wincing when she realizes she's still in her pajamas. "Fine. But let me get dressed unless you also want me to take a pillow and make it a sleepover at the stadium."

Spike laughs and shakes his head. "Knowing you, you would do that and not give a damn of what anyone says."

Jules laughs with him. "True. But I'm not too keen on looking like a bed bug around professional athletes, thank you very much."

Spike gives her a quick hug. "I'll be waiting in the lobby. Game starts at 7 and if we leave now, we can have dinner before the game."

Jules smiles. "Do I see a cheeseburger, fries, and a milkshake in my future?"

Spike smirks. "Aren't you a cute little psychic?" He then shuts the door behind him and she can hear his happy steps - if there is such a thing - heading for the elevator.

Jules puffs her cheeks and blows out the air, wondering what she's gonna wear. She finally settles on a pair of black jean shorts, her favorite combat boots, and a dark blue tank top. She puts her hair up in a messy bun and applies some lip gloss. Before shutting the door, she grabs her purse and heads for the elevator.

Just as promised, Spike is leaning against the front desk waiting for her. As soon as he sees her, he walks over and they head out the door to his car.

As soon as they get to the shiny black convertible, Jules stretches out her hand and wiggles her fingers. "Let me drive."

Spike snorts. "Nope. Last time you drove, I got a ticket. Remember?"

Jules pouts and flashes her brown eyes at him.

Spike sighs dramatically and throws her the keys, which she catches with ease. Watching her squeal slightly and jump in the driver's seat, he laughs. "Don't make me regret this."

Jules turns on the ignition and scoffs. "Oh please. I'm not a bad driver, I'm just really fast."

Spike chuckles. "Understatement of the century. When you drive, I feel like you're auditioning for the next Fast and Furious."

Jules punches his shoulder as she pulls out of the parking lot. "Ha ha. Very funny. And what about you and your robot? You two audition for ET yet?"

"You know what Jules? Shut up and drive."

"Wow, that was the best burger I've ever had! And that triple chocolate milkshake? Heaven!"

Spike laughs. "Jules, you say that everytime. I'm pretty sure it's all that chocolate you ate talking."

Jules rolls her eyes as she and Spike walk to the entrance to the stadium, but stops in her tracks at the very long and winding line of people.

Spike stops walking as well and looks behind him, chuckling as he follows her line of vision. "What? Did you think we would be the only ones here?"

Jules quickly recovers and resumes walking. "No. I just didn't think so many people would be here already! We're early!"

Spike laughs. "Yea. Tell that to the people that have probably been camping out at the door."

Jules huffs. "Fine. So hockey games are popular in Canada. Big news."

"Nope." Spike corrects. "The Canucks and the Maple Leafs are popular in Canada."

Jules rolls her eyes. "Okay, Spike, I get it. You love hockey."

Spike grins mischievously. "And soon you will too, my friend."

As they come to stand at the back of the line, Jules groans and looks around the parking lot of the stadium, wondering if there is a secret passageway her and Spike could sneak through.

As if reading her thoughts, Spike chuckles. "You look like you wanna sneak through some hidden crack. Now that's not very becoming of a future police officer, is it?"

Jules turns to her friend and punches his shoulder.

"Ow!" Spike yelps, rubbing his sore arm. "At this rate, I'll have a nice deep bruise to show for on Monday."

Jules smirks, snickering. "I can punch the other arm too so you can have a matching set."

Spike widens his eyes in mock horror as he wraps his arms around himself. "No!"

They continue jesting and talking for another half hour, but the line barely makes any progress.

Jules finally groans in frustration. She glances around the parking lot and spots Spike's car a good distance away. She suddenly remembers there's a box of snacks she always insists Spike carry in the trunk.

Turning to her friend, Jules stretches out her hand. "Gimme the keys."

Spike places them in her hand and asks. "What for?"

She starts walking off and calls back. "I'm gonna go get us some snacks."

Strolling to the car, Jules can't help the upturn of her lips as she realizes how glad she is that she joined Spike and didn't give much protest to the idea of a night out. Sometimes she becomes so engrossed in her work that she forgets life is about just living sometimes.

Jules presses the button on the car control and the trunk opens with a pop. She smiles widely as she takes in the assortment of food in the back. Spike sure is the best.

Jules fills her purse with all kinds of food and is about to close the trunk when a shiny metal glint from the corner of the trunk catches her eye. Moving aside some boxes, she lets out an impressed 'woah' when she takes in the miniature robot. Glancing towards Spike, she smiles at seeing the tech geek engrossed in a conversation with a stranger. That's her friend - always making anyone laugh.

Biting her lip after making sure she won't get caught in her little adventure, Jules reaches for the robot and inspects it. It really is amazing.

Turning the robot around, Jules's eyes latch onto the bright red button that seems to dare her to press it - how cliché. Knowing she really shouldn't, Jules presses the button on impulse anyway.

Abruptly the robot comes to life, its robotics arms flailing widely, its eyes glowing like red lasers and Jules shrieks, throwing the thing back inside the trunk.

She breaths heavily as her heart rate slows down, swearing she's gonna get payback, because a niggling feeling in the back of her brain tells her this was a prank courtesy of the one and only Michelangelo Scarlatti.

"Hey! Saw the whole thing. You okay?"

Jules's eyes widen at the amused masculine voice behind her and she closes her eyes tightly as her cheeks burn. Oh god no, please tell me no one saw that.

"I'm Sam. Sam Braddock."

Jules clenches her jaw, hoping whomever is behind her just disappears. "Good for you."

Apparently however, the man doesn't get the hint and continues. "You okay there? That looked like a pretty mean robot."

Okay that's it.

Jules abruptly turns and glares at the... undeniably hot and sexy blond with blue eyes. He seems awfully familiar but for some reason she can't place him. Her eyes graze his toned physique before they climb to his face. She scowls at the smirk she finds there.

"What the hell do you want?"

Sam raises a surprised eyebrow. He definitely did not expect that reaction. As a renown player for the Canucks, he's usually victim to fawning women.

Not feisty beauties. That apparently have no idea who he is.

He smirks, intrigued. "You here to see the game?"

Jules eyes him warily and crosses her arms across her chest, still trying to figure out why he looks so familiar. "Yeah. You?"

He chuckles at that. "Not really but I guess knowing what's going on should be one of my priorities."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

He shrugs nonchalantly. "I'm gonna be on the ice."

Realization hits Jules and she suddenly knows why he looks so familiar. "Oh."

"Oh?"

She smiles. "Oh. Wow?"

He laughs. A deep sexy laugh that makes Jules's reservoir of butterflies loose.

He shakes his head in amusement. "You're something else."

She grins, grabbing her purse and closing the trunk of the car. "I'd like to think so."

He eyes her for a minute and stuffs his hands in the pockets of his jacket, feeling uncharacteristically nervous. "So what's your name?"

Jules was about to walk away, but instead turns to face him again. "Jules."

"Jules." He tests out the name, enjoying how easily it rolls off his tongue. "Is it short for Julia?"

Jules laughs. "Nope."

"Julianne?"

Jules shakes her head, amused.

"Julie? Julienne? Juliette?"

Jules giggles. "God, you're stubborn."

He grins. "That I am. But seriously, what is it short for?" He pauses, a contemplative expression on his face. "Is it even short for something?"

"Not telling you and yes."

"Why aren't you gonna tell me?"

"Because I barely even know you."

Sam grins, and, always an opportunist, takes the opportunity. "So what do you say about getting to know me?"

Jules raises a disbelieving eyebrow. Is he serious? Did he just ask me out? Nah, he's a hockey player Jules. Emphasis on player.

Jules simply snorts. She motions to the line. "I better get going. Spike's waiting for me."

Sam's eyes dim a little and he hopes to sound nonchalant. "Spike?"

"Yeah. My best friend. He's the reason I'm here, actually, so I should really go."

Sam lets out a relieved breath. He's just a friend. Spike is just a friend. He then frowns. Why did that bother me so much? I don't even know her. He glances at her. But I really want to get to know her.

"Wait." Sam gently grabs her arm, pulling it away quickly when sparks shoot up his fingertips. "Um, I was being serious. What do you say to a burrito and a beer after the game?"

Jules eyes him skeptically and sighs. "Sorry I can't."

Sam frowns. "Why not?"

There's a million reasons running through her head, but Jules finally decides to voice one. "Because I'm not a girl you can just ditch later. Plus, I have college to tend to and I've worked so hard to get where I am, I'm not about to push it all away for a guy."

Hurt flashes though his eyes. "Jules, it was just a burrito and a beer." He runs a hand through his hair, looking a bit dejected. "Anyways, I better get going. Game starts in 30."

Jules nods and calls out a quick 'good luck' as he walks away, mentally kicking herself for her harsh words.

Why is he so upset anyway? He could have any girl in this country. I'm not anything special.

She sighs as she walks back to Spike, trying to forget those beautiful blue eyes. His warm smile and sexy laugh. The way her heart raced and her insides clenched.

Oh god, just forget him already! You don't have time for dating, remember? Your eyes need to remain objective - on the RCMP - if you ever want to get to the SRU.

"You okay?"

Jules is pulled from her thoughts by Spike, who's eyeing her carefully.

She quickly grins, showing him her purse. "I got our snacks!"

He grabs a chocolate bar and grins. "Thank god. What took you so long anyway?"

Jules smiles in nostalgia. "Oh nothing, just stopped for a chat."

As the line begins to move at a quicker rate, they both get to the entrance, turn over their tickets, and make their way to their seats, ready to watch the game.

And a certain Cannucks player, Jules thinks warily.

A/N: So this one is going to be a two-shot just because you all are so awesome! Plus, my mind got carried away with the story and I can't stop writing! Therefore it unfolded into something longer than expected! I hope you all don't mind...

And yes... Some lines were borrowed from their first meeting and the whole beers and burritos thing :) And don't worry, I'm diligently working on White Collar but I'm currently going through a small writer's block, so I decided some story is better than nothing, right?

P.S: Who else totally loved the Jules/Spike friendship? I just can't keep Spike out of any of my stories - he insists to have some screen time! :)

Please let me now what you think and make me smile. After all, a writer is nothing without her readers!