So I just realized that in every chapter I've written, I've always forgotten to write a disclaimer. Damn. Anyway, here we go. Characters aren't mine. I wish they were, but no. The general idea of Flashpoint is not mine. Too bad. Basically, the only thing I own is the situations that go on in this story. So sorry about that. The show belongs solely to it's creators and NOT to me. Anyways, thank god that's done. Enjoy!


Chapter 7: Homecoming

The kid behind her wouldn't stop sneezing. Being a mother, Jules understood that sometimes kids got sick and they couldn't help coughing and sneezing. Sadie threw up on a bus once. But his parents could at least give him a tissue or something. She had been counting and so far he had sneezed 13 times. 13 sneezes in a half hour, and they still and another 4 to go. This flight was going to be long.

She was worried how he house would look when she got home. Though she trusted Sam implicitly, she knew that it could be hard at times, even for her, to take care of Sadie and keep the house semi-clean looking and still do the every-day stuff. And she wasn't even working, not during the day or on the night shift. She felt bad about leaving Sadie with Wordy and Shelley overnight, but she also knew that sometimes things didn't go exactly as planned and they were lucky to have friends to step up and help them out.

Besides, it felt good to know that her daughter was safe with the Wordsworth's and not home with a babysitter or with Sam when he was exhausted. It was safer for both of them. For Sadie because when Sam was watching her, he would actually pay attention and not pass out on the couch, and for her because if something happened and she wasn't there then she might hijack the plane and they would go down somewhere in the middle of Saskatchewan. Plane flying wasn't in the job description for an SRU sniper.

It scared her to think of all the things that could go wrong. The plane could crash. She could get shot. Sam could get shot. Sadie could get shot. Oh God. No. Sadie could get hit by a car. Sam could get hit by another car. She could get blown up even though she wasn't even working anymore. No, it was more likely Sam would be the one to get blown up. No. Don't think like that. Everything was fine. Aside from the fact that she was sitting in front of a kid with a severe nasal malfunction and she had to pee, everything was fine. Just fine.

The kid sneezed again.


A taxi pulled up to a large house and pulled over to the curb. The woman inside grabbed her bag after paying the driver and ran up the steps to the door. She knew this house well. She unlocked the door and walked in, completely unaware of the man waiting inside.

"Sam!" Jules screamed as he wrapped his arms around her body. Her arms were trapped to her sides by his strength. "Let me go," she warned. He laughed against her ear and she shivered when his warm breath hit her skin. "Welcome home." he told her. His lips sought out her neck and sucked on the soft skin there. "I missed you very much." He loosened his grip on her and allowed her to turn to face him. "Where's Sadie?" she whispered against his lips. His eyes flashed over to the staircase. "Upstairs. I just put her down, we've got time." She grinned and her lips found his once again. He pulled her forward to the kitchen until they reached the edge of the counter. He almost tore the coat from her shoulders and tossed it in the direction of the table. "Sam," she breathed. His hands reached for her thighs, the denim rubbing against his palms. Thighs, and then upwards to cup her ass. In one swift movement, he had her on the counter to ease the height difference. He felt the muscles in her neck tighten as she threw her head back in ecstasy. His pants were feeling awfully tight.

Then she pushed him away and clamped her legs shut. Her eyes were burning into his. "What?" What? Did he do something wrong? She raised her eyebrows. "I thought you put her down already." She was staring at something over his shoulder. When he looked back, Sadie stood, half grinning and half confused by what she had just caught her parents doing. "Mama?" she asked with a smile. She came toddling forward and almost plowed into Sam's leg on her way to get to her mother. Jules slid off the counter and lifted the little girl onto her hip. "What are you doing up, Sades?" she asked, carrying her back towards the stairs. Sam watched his two favorite girls climb the stairs together, Sadie talking animatedly to Jules, and flopped down onto an armchair.

It was going to be a long afternoon.

Jules returned about twenty minutes later after finally getting Sadie to to sleep. She stood next to him with her arms crossed until he looked up at her. "I hate you." she said, partially serious. "Do you have any idea how much damage you just caused to her little two year old brain?" He reached out and grabbed her around the waist, pulling her over the arm of the chair and onto his lap. "I'm very sorry." he apologized jokingly. She balanced herself on the arms of the chair for a moment while she adjusted her position on him. She nodded at the television. "What are you watching?" She pulled the remote out of his hand and changed it to a different channel. "Nothing now, I guess." he grumbled. She turned back to him. "What?"

"Don't you have unpacking to do or something?"

She shifted in his lap again. "What's wrong, Sam?" she asked innocently. "You don't like me being here? Right here," She put the remote back down on the table. "Right in front of you, right on top of you?" She pushed her hips down against his and enjoyed the look of desperation that inhabited his face. His arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her closer to him while he leaned in to kiss her again. "Oh darn, sorry Sam. I just remembered," she told him. "I'm having my period. Maybe next week." She kissed him quickly on the cheek and stood up.

Then she remembered. And she froze.

Because her period was exactly what she was not having.