Disclaimer: I do not own or make any profit from Flashpoint, Spike or Timmy's. I only own Alexis.
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Alexis sat quietly on her porch, waiting for Spike to show up. He had called three days ago and promised to pick her up at 6. When she had asked what they were doing, he had refused to tell her; only telling her to dress comfortably. Though she was curious, she decided not to press him. So here she was waiting for Spike to come pick her up again. A smile played at her lips as she thought back to six days ago; hadn't she been in the same position last time? And that had worked out pretty well.
A honk startled her out of her thoughts and she looked up to see Spike's SUV sitting in the driveway, the man himself laughing at her. She rolled her eyes and headed down to him. "Hey Spike, long time no see." She joked, smiling at her current...well, date. She wasn't quite sure how to describe him.
"Hey yourself, 'Lexis. Ready to go bowling?" he asked as he backed out of her driveway.
She blinked at him before groaning. "Bowling, Spike, bowling? I couldn't bowl if my life depended on it. I'm the Queen of Gutter Balls."
Spike laughed at her face, a mixture of pain and worry. "Oh, not to worry, 'Lexis. I'll teach you to bowl. I promise. Because I'm the King of Strikes!" he boasted, making her sigh.
"King of Strikes, huh? Good luck teaching me; many have tried, and just as many have failed."
"I won't fail. Don't you trust me?" He grabbed her hand, giving her what he hoped was an improved puppy dog look.
The puppy dog look had the desired effect. She laughed before pulling away. "I trust you Spike, don't worry. But keep working on the puppy look."
"Then let's go bowling!" he cheered as he exited the SUV, the streets quieter between rush hours. He motioned for her to follow him inside.
"Coming, Sp-yah!" she yelped as she tripped, sending herself sprawling onto the harsh concrete. "Owww..." she murmured, not bothering to try and stand yet.
"You alright?" he asked, kneeling down to look at her.
She smiled up at him. "Probably just scraped my knees. Help me up?" she asked, extending a hand to him.
He nodded as he grabbed her hand and pulled her up. She came up easily, and they stumbled before regaining their balance, standing close to each other. He could feel her breath on his chest and her head under his. She blushed as his hand tightened its grip on hers, and as he let her rest against his chest.
She stood there for a moment, taking it in, before stepping away. "Thanks, Spike." She murmured, red-faced.
Spike nodded, swallowing. She had felt so right there, and he hadn't wanted to let her go. "Well, let's go bowl!"
Alexis looked up at him, face a little closer to its normal colour. "Lead the way, Spikey." She motioned for him to lead, which he did.
They walked inside quickly, and pulled of their shoes before heading up to the counter. "Scarlatti." He told the man, before turning to ask Alexis what shoes she wore. As the man went to get the shoes, he took in her outfit again. Khaki pants, a red sweater with the word 'Champion' on it, and she had finally let her hair down, providing a nice contrast to her red sweater. He matched her rather nicely, he thought to himself, looking down slightly to see his dark jeans, and green shirt.
"Here you go. You got Lane 11," the man told them as he gestured towards the lane closest to the wall. His voice startled Spike out of his thoughts, and he looked up, startled.
"Thanks." He told the man, grabbing his shoes and passed Alexis her shoes. He smiled and walked over to the lane before tying his shoes."Ready?" he asked, smirking at her.
She smiled weakly at him. "I hope so, King of Strikes. Ready to teach?"
He nodded at her. "Watch and learn, 'Lexis."
Alexis rolled her eyes at his cockiness. "How am I going to learn anything if you don't play?" she teased.
He grinned. "Well, here I go!" With that, he rolled the ball and watched as he scored a strike. "Ah-ha!" he raised his arms in triumph and turned to her. "Your turn, pretty lady." He handed her a bowling ball.
"I'll try to keep up with you." She rolled her ball, managing to hit one pin.
"Ohh! Nice try!" Spike laughed at her from his seat, clapping. "You still got two more shots! Keep it up!" She shrugged and grabbed another ball, rolling it down to get one more. "See, see! You're getting better!"
She turned to him, hands on her hips. "How is the same number better?" she asked, cocking an eyebrow.
"It shows you have aim, at least. One last try." He stood up and pressed a bowling ball into her hand. "Want some coaching?"
"Are you going to let me get away with a 'no'?"
"Not a chance. Make sure you're in line with the pin you want to hit, and watch that pin. Think you can do it?" He asked, stepping back.
"I'll try to live up to your standards." She let roll her last ball, managing to knock over two more pins, leaving one standing. She turned to him, smiling. "Good tips. Your turn, hot shot." She handed him a ball, and sat down to watch him.
Smirking, he rolled the ball intent on getting a strike. Much to his surprise, he rolled a gutter ball. "Ohh!!" he hissed, throwing his hands up.
From her seat, Alexis laughed. "Nice work, King of Strikes, nice work!"
He turned and rolled his eyes. "You just watch; I'll win this game."
Alexis handed him another bowling ball. "I'm sure you will, Spike. But you still have to prove it."
"Just watch me." He told her, grinning. He continued to joke and laugh with her throughout the game, and won by a 150 points.
"Good work trying to teach me, Spike. I did better than I usually do." She smiled at him as they headed back to the SUV.
"Happy to help, 'Lexis. You want some coffee?" he asked as they sat down inside.
"Sure, Timmy's sounds good. Drive on." She leaned back, letting her eyes shut.
Spike reached over to poke her after a few minutes of silence. "Hey now, no falling asleep on me!"
"I'm not asleep...just resting." She murmured, cracking one eye open.
He rolled his eyes as they pulled into the Timmy's parking lot. "That's what everyone says, 'Lexis. And we're here anyway, so move it." He hopped out of the SUV and held the door open for her.
"Thanks Spike. I'm just going to grab a seat, so grab me a hot chocolate, will ya?" She smiled wearily as she walked through the door and grabbed a window seat.
"Doesn't look like I got much choice, does it?" He grinned down at her before walking to the counter.
Alexis shut her eyes and rested until the sound of footsteps came back. "Hey pretty chick." That voice wasn't Spike's. She opened her eyes to see a large man around her age standing over her, drunk. "Come and play with me?" he asked, reaching down to grab her arm roughly.
"Hey!" she protested, trying to pull away. "Let go!"
The man only tightened his grip and tried to yank her to her feet. "Hey, hey! Leave her alone, huh?" Spike pushed himself between them, placing the cups and bag on the table.
"And what business of it is yours what she does?" the other man glared at Spike, who only glared back.
"She's my date, you got that?" He told the man, refusing to back down as he slid into a defensive stance. The other man glared for another moment before turning and leaving, growling under his breath. Spike turned back to Alexis, worry evident on his face. "You alright, 'Lexis?" he asked as she slumped down in her seat.
She rubbed her arm and winced slightly. "My arm will be sore for a while but I'm alright, thanks to you."
Spike nodded, relieved as he dropped into his seat. "Didn't I tell you I'd protect you from the mean guys out there?"
She smiled at him, reaching for her hot chocolate. "Yeah, I guess you did." She flinched a bit as the hot liquid hit her throat.
Spike rolled his eyes, worry gone from his face. "Try waiting a minute. Here, eat your doughnut. Double chocolate."
Alexis grinned at him. "Trying to stock up on chocolate? I dunk that, its triple chocolate."
He laughed and relaxed in his chair. "Too true."
"Hey, didn't you get yourself a doughnut?"
"Nah, I'm not that hungry."
She rolled her eyes, and ripped her doughnut in half. "Here you go, Spike. Eat up; you deserve it." She placed the doughnut on his coffee lid.
He reached over, grabbed the doughnut and stretched, dunking in her hot chocolate. "Tastes good, triple chocolate does." He winked at her, and she ducked her head, laughing.
"Glad to hear you approve of it." She teased, dunking her own doughnut. She ate it quickly, and soon finished her hot chocolate. She sat patiently, happy to be talking like this with Spike, but a yawn soon came over her.
"Tired, eh? Well, let's get you home." He stood and threw out the garbage. "Come on" he called to her from where he stood by the door.
"Coming, King of Strikes." She stretched leisurely as she got up. Grinning, he held the door open for her. She climbed tiredly into the SUV, rubbing her eyes.
"Man, you really need to sleep some more. What's keeping you up at night; dreams of me?" he joked.
"You wish, Spike. No, just couldn't fall asleep last night. It happens." She shrugged, dismissing it.
"Alright then. What shall we talk about? Remember, I need speech to sustain me." He grinned at her.
"How about you for a change? We always seem to end up talking about me."
"Ahh, I'm not that interesting."
She cocked an eyebrow at him. "Really? Spike, the King of Strikes, isn't that interesting?"
"You got me, 'Lexis. But we're at your house now, so that doesn't matter." As she made to leave, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her back in. "Hey, you call me this time. Before a week is over, or I'll call you. Got it?"
"What's with the change of plans?"
"Tired of picking; figure it's your turn now." He grinned at her, moving to grip her hand instead of her wrist.
She smiled at him, green eyes twinkling. "Alright, I'll call you soon." With that, she leaned forward and kissed his cheek. "Bye!" she called before hopping out of the SUV, and inside.
Spike shook his head, bringing one hand up to his cheek. "You're something special 'Lexis, you know that?" he murmured before driving home.