Title: It Began with a Tie, Part 28/30 - The Third Eye
Characters/Pairings: Sam/Spike.
Word Count: 500.
Rating: K.
Warnings: None.
Spoilers: None.
Summary: Spike's mother is worried about her son.
Written for: flashpoint_sru, #8 Chance.
Disclaimer: I don't own Flashpoint.
Beta: The awesome lillyg!
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The Third Eye
The station was almost empty; there were only a couple of people walking around. However, Spike guided Sam towards a lonely, dark corridor, just to be safe.
It wasn't easy to be face to face with him. They stared at each other but even if Spike had been the one to ask him to talk, no words wanted to come out of his mouth.
He was grateful that Sam didn't mind making the first move. "So…"
"So…" Spike repeated, conscious that he'd been practicing this on the way back to the station. It was ridiculous that he couldn't speak his mind now, but he could remember exactly how Sam's body had felt against his, how he'd pulled him closer and carefully caressed the back of his head. The idea of Sam having fantasies about him was still too much, though. When it came to that area, Spike felt like he was completely out of practice, even if he wasn't. "Um… I know I said I didn't want to do this, but…"
"I'm sorry," Sam interrupted him. He seemed to be honest; in fact, he seemed to regret what had happened at his apartment. "I'm… Your cell phone's ringing."
Spike had been too focused on Sam to notice his ringtone. When he picked up the call, he heard his mother's voice.
"Mickey?"
"Yeah…" Spike turned to Sam. "Could you give me a minute?"
"Sure," the other man responded, giving him a thumb-up and also some space.
"Oh, you're with Sam," Spike's mother said.
He went towards a corner to get some privacy. "Yeah, we're still at the station. I'll be back late tonight."
"Is everything okay? Because last night you didn't seem to be my Mickey."
"I wasn't feeling okay, but I'm better now. Sorry that I made you worried."
His mother didn't seem to believe his words. "I know you. Something happened to you last night. It's fine if you don't want to talk about it, but are you sure you're fine?"
The best way to calm her down was letting her know how much her son loved her. "Yes, and I know you're always there for me. I appreciate it very much." He heard her take a deep breath.
"I love you no matter what, figlio mio. Remember that."
"I know, and I love you too."
"I'd hold you so tight if you were here right now and cover your cheeks with kisses, sweetie," she told him, and he giggled at her endless hope for him to be happy. "You know, for a moment I thought I'd lost my third eye's vision or even my entire intuition. Glad to know I didn't. You know I count on it very much."
"You have nothing to worry about, Mom. Your third eye is working better than ever," he assured her, glancing at Sam. Spike knew the two of them deserved a second chance, no matter what came out of it. Even if he had to deal with his own, strange fears.
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