A little fic I'll be posting over the month of October (: -Contains Season Three characters-
Happy –Month of- Halloween (:
Enjoy!
Sam and Spike came around the corner to see Ed and Jules talking in the briefing room.
"Boo!" Spike yelled, making Ed jump as Jules stood sternly. "How immature." She sniped, taking her seat for the end of shift debriefing. Ed cut his eyes over at Spike and Sam, "I hate you two." He growled, also sitting down.
"We had a good day, team." Greg chanted, walking into the briefing room. Everyone smiled and nodded as the rest filed in. "And tomorrow is Halloween."
"Oh come on Boss—we aren't really celebrating like little kids are we?" Jules jerked, leaning back in her chair.
"Excuse me!?" Spike stood up, Wordy pulling at his arm. "I don't see whats so wrong about having a little fun."
"It's just a little juvenile—that's all." She shrugged.
Greg broke up the chatter, "You will all be expected to be here at 8 am for shift—and you'll be out of here by six to spend Halloween with your family."
Wordy smiled brightly. His favorite part of fall was walking around with his little girls, carrying pumpkin candy containers full of chocolate and sweets—and the occasional apple from the bitter old lady down the street.
Ed nodded, giving a small grin. He knew that Clark was going to a party for the night—but he was glad to be able to A- spend time with Sophie, and B- be on call to jerk his son home if he were to get into any trouble.
Spike gave a soft look, it was his first Halloween in two years, not trick or treating with Lou. He loved Halloween—almost as much as he loved Christmas. The holidays made him feel carefree and brought a huge smile to his face, but knowing that he may be alone on Halloween killed him inside.
Sam raised his eyebrows at Jules, receiving a sharp glare in reply. He wanted to spend the spooky night with her, dressing up—handing candy out to kids—and drinking a few beers sounded like a fun time for a guy who lived all by himself.
Jules tilted her head to the side and acted as if she was dozing off. She hated to act so blunt and uninterested—but she seriously couldn't stand the thought of being forced to dress up and act like a kid again. She was stubborn, and when someone repeatedly told her to do something—she began to refuse.
Greg hated this. He hated it all. He hated Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas, Easter, etc. How the hell was he supposed to enjoy these holidays on his own? Maybe he could call up Sylvia for the night. Nah, she'd be out with her son, Andrew. Great, another year of being alone—all he wanted to do was see his family again.
Then there was Leah. She was partially distant from her family and spent most of her free time at home alone—or with her boyfriend. Derek lived in the city and worked for the Toronto Fire Department. She was in the same situation Jules was in. They worked on they same team when she worked there—and they loved each other, but there were rules. Though when she left, her contract ended and they were home free.
"You guys are dismissed." Greg spoke, standing up and leaving the briefing room as the rest trailed out, ready for whatever tomorrow would bring.
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"Hey Daddy!" Wordy's oldest daughter shouted. Allie, 7 years old, came running around the corner, "Boo!" She yelled, dressed in a witch costume. Wordy acted scared, "You scared me!" he yelled, picking her up onto his shoulders. She rode around, towering over him as they made their way into the kitchen.
"Welcome home Kevin." Shelley smiled as she walked towards him and kissed him on the forehead. He let Allie down onto the floor when Sarah ran into the room. Kelly who was four ran into the kitchen wearing a princess dress, "Daddy! Imma be a princess tomorrow night!" Wordy chuckled and kissed her forehead, "But you already are a little princess." She shook her head, "Nooo, Imma be a real princess!" Wordy laughed and tousled her hair.
"Where's Lily?" He asked. Shelley stroked her hand along his back, "Taking a nap."
Wordy smiled and made his way to his little girl's bedroom only to find her fast asleep in a little puppy costume. The two year old breathed easily as he lifted her from the covers and to his arms.
My family and holidays…what a great mix.
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"Where's Clark?" Ed asked, walking into the house after a long day at work.
Sophie appeared around the corner, "It's Friday night, Eddie—The night before Halloween—He's getting ready for another party."
"Lovely." Ed chuckled, "So, I get tomorrow night off—should be nice. Hand out some candy—scare little kids—have some time together."
Sophie smiled and kissed him gently, "What are you going to be?"
"It's a surprise."
"So you're not going to go trick-or-treating with your team?"
Ed shook his head, "Wordy's spending it with his daughters, Greg's well—I'm not sure—Spike, poor guy—he's going through a rougher time then the rest of us, Lou was his best friend. Sam will probably hang at Jules' house—unless she goes bitchy on him and makes him stay home alone. Then Leah—Well, I don't really know that much about her yet."
She stroked her hand along his sleeve, "Its been a rough month for you guys.
"Yeah—It has."
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Jules stumbled into the house, tossing her bag down, grabbing a beer, and falling to the couch.
"I used to hate being alone—but sometimes—It's the best thing in the world." She told herself, kicking her feet onto the coffee table and laying back, remote in hand. The whole house was peaceful and sending the voices of some dragged out car commercial from wall to wall until her Blackberry rang and vibrated in her pocket.
"Damn." She groaned, standing up to pull the phone out of her back jeans pocket.
It was Sam.
"What?" She asked rudely, dropping her beer gracefully onto the table.
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"Bad time?" Sam chuckled, "Jules what's up with you?"
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She sighed, "Nothing—So what are you doing?"
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"I don't know what to be for Halloween."
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"Be nothing—like me."
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"But I have to dress up for Halloween! Come on Jules, give me ideas!"
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"Well I know what you should be—but you couldn't be it at work." She giggled.
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Sam was confused, "Can I come over?" Was all he asked.
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She glanced around, "The house is empty, my beer is almost gone—at least if he comes over he has a key and maybe will pick me up another beer on the way in—." "Sure, why not."
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Sam smiled and spoke, "See ya in a bit."
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Leah traced around her apartment. Every Halloween she had been on duty with her team at the Fire department. They were always on call for some stupid kid to set the house on fire during a party—or a oven catching on fire—or a cigarette thrown against the house. The possibilities were endless.
She had no idea what to be. It had been years since she last celebrated Halloween—since she last had a boss who gave them nights like Halloween off.
Maybe Derek would be able to get the night off—doubt it.
Falling onto her bed she pulled out her laptop, surely someone would be online to talk to her. Nope, nobody. She closed her eyes and rolled to her side, "Was this job the best option?"
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"Hey buddy." Greg smiled, walking into his house to find that the dog had been perfect all day. "I guess its just you and me." He told him, placing the almost a year old dog in his lap as he sat on the couch. Greg looked over at his phone. He had been talking to Sylvia about twice a week for the past month. Things were strained—he couldn't let go of his family and let another woman have his heart. He wanted to be with her and her son more than anything—but it killed him knowing that his son was right there, behind a closed door.
"Sylvia?" He spoke, unconsciously picking up his phone and dialing it.
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She sighed, "Greg—how are you?"
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"I'm good—you?"
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"Perfect. It's nice hearing from you…Andrew says hi."
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"Tell the little man I said hello." He sounded like he was jerking words from her—but he wasn't—It was just great to have someone to talk to for once.
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"So—you working tomorrow night?" She asked.
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"Nah, Team's got the night off."
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She smiled and watched her son running through her house, "Why don't you come trick or treating with Andrew and I? It would be nice to have a strong man with us—."
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Greg chuckled, "I would—."
He thought back to when he walked Dean around the neighborhood every year.
Time to put the past behind.
"I would love that." He answered.
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Sylvia smiled brightly and sighed, "Come by after you get off work tomorrow. We can have dinner and then take the little cop out. He said he wanted to be a cop for Halloween—like you."
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Greg felt relieved that he pushed past his restraints for once, "That's so cute. I can't wait to see him—And you."
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"You too—Have a good night and good day at work tomorrow."
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"Okay, talk to you then."
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"Bye—."
The call ended with Greg scratching his dog's head gently, "The old man's still got it." He chuckled, tossing his phone next to him.
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Spike dropped to his bed in the basement.
"Michael—everything okay?" His mom asked caringly. The past month Spike had hardly said 50 words at home. At work he tried to get along and be with his buddies—knowing that they were all being strong for Lou, and he should too—but when he was home it felt like he had no one to turn to.
"What? Yeah—." He stuttered, sitting up.
"Michael, Your father and I know how hard this has been on you. Just know that Lewis wouldn't want you to suffer like this. He would expect you to go answer the door and scare away all the little kids by wearing some huge robot suit.
Spike chuckled, "I know, its just hard—that's all. Babycakes volunteered to hand out candy with me—we get the night off."
"Well that's good! Michael, time will make things better and you know that. Remember when your ferret died in the third grade?"
"Gizmo!? You said he ran away!"
She shook her head, "I know, but remember how upset you were. How you planted a garden for him and buried all the little things you two made together?"
"He used to make artwork with his paws—Mom, where are you going with this?"
"I'm just saying that Lewis was an amazing friend to you, and I know how hard it is for you right now, but just remember that if you look back on what incredible things he did for your team and such—He died doing what he loved, and he died doing the job he devoted his life to. That's something to be proud for."
"And what does this all have to do with a ferret?"
"I'm not sure, Michael." She giggled. "But I love you—how about you come upstairs and grab some dinner?"
He nodded and gave her a surprise hug, "Thanks Mom."
"Who knew living in your parent's basement could come in handy during times like this?"
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Okay, so it's a start. This will either be a two or three chapter fic. This was the night before and the second chapter will either be all of Halloween or whatever…I'll figure it out though (: I went through about three different ideas... and I finally chose to stick with this one.
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