Disclaimer: I own nothing Flashpoint. I own the other stuff not in the show.

Authors Note: Here is a slight filler chapter. Some fluffy and comedic goodness. ENJOY!

The Weekend.

She sat on his bed, legs crossed; as he packed clothes into a duffle bag.

"Let me get this straight. You are going fishing."

"Yep." Spike answered short.

"But you hate fishing."

Spike was quiet.

"And you hate the woods." She also pointed out, "Remember. Romans."

"I know Rebecca. Your point?" He shoved one last shirt into the bag before zipping it up.

"My point." She got up from her seat and went over to where he was standing and sat on his duffle bag to annoy him.

"Why are you going fishing in the woods if you hate them both."

"Because Ms. Lane." He gave her a quick kiss. "Your brother asked me to." He grabbed her arm and helped her off the duffle bag gently. "So I have to go."

Rebecca and Sophie watched the boys load all the gear into Ed's truck. Rebecca had mixed feelings about her boyfriend spending 2 days alone in the woods with her slightly overprotective brother.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*.

"Think they'll be fine?" Rebecca asked Sophie who just laughed.

"I think Spike can handle his own for 2 days."

"Yeah but this isn't work Ed, this is, 'I'm the older Lane who is going camping with the guy who I work with, and that said guy is sleeping with my sister' Ed."

"I think you are being a little dramatic Rebecca."

"I'm a realist. You know what I'm talking about! You are married to him!"

Sophie had to agree there, "True."

The guys gave their girls a hug and kiss goodbye before waving off as they drove away. Rebecca couldn't help but worry for the man she loved. They haven't been a day apart since they got together. Now they are separated for a whole weekend. There was a void.

"I need a dog." She stated watching the car drive away. Sophie snorted.

"Excuse me?"

"Today. I need to get a dog"

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*.

It was late, it was cold, and Spike slightly dampt. He had fallen into the river more times than he could count and it didn't make this trip any easier.

Ed walked over and handed him a steaming cup of coffee. Spike took it no questions asked and let it warm up his damp body.

Ed sat with his own across from Spike. A fire the only thing separating them.

"I'm ok with it ya know." Ed voiced. Spike looked up from his drink confused.

"Want to run that by me again?"

"You and Rebecca. I'm ok with it."

"Really."Spike didn't seem so sure.

Ed nodded, "Years ago. When this thing between the two of you began it was different. I knew a different you, I knew a different Rebecca. Then suddenly things changed. You loved her."

"I still do." He whispered after sipping his coffee. " I never thought it was going to happen Ed. I respected you."

"Which broke her heart. She still resents me for that. I don't blame her. If I hadn't stopped the two of you, maybe she wouldn't have gone back to Tyler."

"Shoulda, woulda, coulda boss."

Ed didn't agree. "Spike. When she called me. Terrified. Scared." He just shook his head and hid behind his hands, "I just. I could have killed that son of a bitch. When I got to Chicago and saw her. What that man did."

Spike tossed a twig into the fire, "She doesn't talk about it. What Tyler did. I never ask though. I figure we are both adults and when she is ready she will tell me."

"I guess that's why we fight so much. I never really think of her as an adult. She is my baby sister. Always will be."

"Kind of creates a problem though right, Rebecca craves her independence and freedom."

Ed walked over to the cooler and got two beers, "I never really gave it to her." Walking back to Spike he offered one, who declined. "Though I am happy. If it had to be anyone, I am glad it's you Spike."

Spike didn't expect that. He didn't know what to say.

"Thanks Ed. I love her. I love her a lot."

Ed took a swig of his beer and nodded, "She loves you too. If you hurt her though. I'll kill you."

Spike smiled. The fire popped and a wolf could be heard howling in the distance. Spike tensed up and surveyed his surroundings.

"I thought you were going to today. Will not lie."

"Spike. If I wanted you dead, I wouldn't need the woods."

"That's very terrifying. In every single aspect."

Ed just laughed.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*.

Rebecca felt like shit. If she had known that she was going to catch some sort of cold this weekend, she would not have bought a dog.

But. He was so wonderful.

He was the cutest thing she had ever laid eyes on.

He followed her wherever she went.

He craved her.

Right now though, She needed him gone. Not really, but just until the nausea passed and she stopped throwing up.

"Spartacus." She groaned, "Baby. Please stop barking. Mommy doesn't feel good."

She rested against the bathtub and the dog walked over happily and sat in front of her with a toy.

She found her cell phone and called Sophie.

"I need you to take the dog. Sophie! I'm sick! No. No don't call them. He doesn't need to be here. I can take care of myself. Yes. I guess I can take care of a dog too. Thanks. No. I meant thanks for nothing! Stop laughing!"

Hanging up on Sophie she looked down at her phone. Biting her lip she didn't know if it was appropriate to call. Then again she felt like crap. So forgetting her manners she dialed the number of the only other mother she knew.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*.

It was a pleasant weekend. Spike found out 3 important things.

Spike is horrible at fishing. Ancestry be damned, he could not catch a fish.

Spike hates sleeping outdoors. Cold. Slimy. Animals. Does not work.

And last. If there was ever a zombie apocalypse. Having Ed Lane on your side was a must. The man knew his way around the forest.

Pulling up to the Lane residence had been a relief. He was ready for a hot shower, and some sexy times with the girlfriend.

Sophie and Clark came out to greet them, Spike couldn't help but wonder where said girlfriend was. Sophie just laughed. Told him to take a shower and she would give him a ride over to Rebecca's. Then he could see why she was indisposed at the current moment.

Confused, he complied. Maybe a shower would help him not feel as if every bug was crawling over it.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*.

Barking.

It was not something Spike expected to hear when he unlocked the door to his girlfriend's house.

She didn't have a dog. Least she didn't have a dog three days ago when he left.

Though sure enough when he opened the door there was a puppy standing with two paws on the arm of the couch, toy in mouth, just staring at him.

It was a very strange looking puppy, a corgi if he remembered correct. There wasn't much of a scare factor to him either.

Taking off his coat he set it on the hanger by the door and made his way inside the house looking for Rebecca.

"Rebecca? Babe you in here?" He called into the kitchen but heard nothing. Hearing a noise though, he went to investigate. He turned the corner and to his surprise he saw his mother. In Rebecca's kitchen. Making stew.

"Ma?" He questioned turning around.

"Michaelangelo! You're home!" She walked over and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"Yeah mom. I am. Where's Rebecca?" He questioned looking around.

"Oh Michael. She is upstairs, sick."

"Sick!" He went to walk but she grabbed him.

"Non avete il coraggio! I just got her to sleep! Poor thing. I told da I would wait for you then come home. But I want to hear about the trip!"

"Ah Ma-."

"I made soup. Basil and Tortellini."

Spike laughed and sat at the table, "Well. You know I love tortellini. Besides, I need to know about the new addition to the household."

After about an hour his mother finally left.

Taking the dog in his hands he made his way through the mess and began to climb the stairs.

He slowly pushed the door open and had to stifle back a laugh. Rebecca looked miserable.

She looked to be surrounded by a dozen balled up Kleenex, bottles of water, and empty pill packets. Opening the door more he made himself known. Rebecca looked up and groaned before rolling over in agony.

"Ugh. Spike. What are you doing here?"

Spike walked over and put the dog on the bed that eagerly went to Rebecca.

"I came for some sexy times, then I met the guard dog, then I saw my mother." Spike situated himself by Rebecca's feet.

Rebecca smiled, "She saved my life." The dog trotted his way over the wave of blankets and pounced on her hands, "and Spartacus here, is ferocious. Can't you tell?" The puppy licked her hand and playfully nipped her fingers.

"So ferocious." He rubbed her leg through the blanket. "Cosa c'è di sbagliato?" He whispered seriously.

" What's wrong?" She picked up, "What isn't wrong. I ache, my throat hurts, I keep vomiting. I think my fever broke. Sophie just said I was being melodramatic, so I called your mom. She's been here since this morning. She saved me from my death bed."

Spike couldn't help but crack a grin; he stood and reached over to feel her forehead.

She closed her eyes and leaned into his palm.

"Death bed huh? Well. No fever. Probably over the worst of it, which is a good sign."

"He was knocking Michaelangelo, I tell yeah. Bright light and all."

"Yeah," He moved closer, "What happened next."

She shrugged, "Wouldn't be able to tell ya. Your mom smeared something on my nose and I was out."

Spike laughed and squeezed her side, "Sounds like her. Well. I am happy you are alive."

She smiled, "Likewise, bring me home any fish mountain man?"

"Nope. But it's ok. I'm not meant to be a fisherman."

The puppy walked over and jumped on Spikes free hand. Spike reached over and held it against his chest.

"So. Tell me about Spartacus."

"I miss you. I wanted a companion."

Spike laughed and scratched the dog behind his ears, "You can't just buy a dog every time I go out of town."

Rebecca nodded, "I know that. I can buy a cat, some fish, a turtle, maybe a bird-"

Spike held up his hand, "I get it."

"I just." She looked at him, "It's lonely here. I've never had a problem with living alone. Now. It scares me."

"Well. I wouldn't be the best person to ask advice about living alone. I live my parents."

Rebecca smiled and sat up a little, "I love you a little more each time I see you with them. OK. Lay next to me. Tell me about the trip."

He set the dog back down on the bed and frowned, "Rebecca." He whispered. She looked at him confused.

"Babe?"

He crawled over her laid down next to her, "I really wanted Sexy Time tonight." He playfully pouted.

Rebecca laughed, "Not happening."

"Not even a little?" He pinched his fingers together. Rebecca reached behind her and took a pillow, slowly dropping it to hit him on the face. Spike let out a small chuckle before reaching over and taking Rebecca into his arms. Once they were settled, sickness be damned he was happy to have her close.

"You're going to get sick." She mumbled against his shirt. He yawned.

"Na. My immune system kicks ass. Go to sleep."

She draped her arm over his chest and held on to his shirt, keeping him close. Spartacus walked over and curled up next to Rebecca's legs.

This was better than anything the doctor could have ordered.

Non avete il coraggio: Don't you dare!

Cosa c'è di sbagliato:What is wrong?

Authors Note: I hope you enjoyed it. Bit of angst ahead for the couple. heading into some rough waters. As we near the end of the first season.