Title: Internal Fight (3/3)

Chapter: The Morning After

Word Count: 4x200 words

Pairing: Sam/Spike

Rating: M

Warnings: SLASH

Spoilers: a hint of 2x07, but just a hint.

Summary: When Spike is hurt during an intervention, Someone unexpected has a reaction… well, unexpected.

Written for: flashpoint_sru on LJ

Disclaimer: I don't own Flashpoint. Just my fantasies…

Beta: The lovely paranoid_woman

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The Morning After

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At five o'clock, Spike woke up in a room that wasn't his basement, and in a bed that wasn't his bed obviously… He remembered suddenly what happened last night. He remembered the locker room, Sam in the room, Sam kissing him. He was trying to remember the sex but everything was blurry, and decided that yes they'd had sex when he shifted. He didn't remember having ever been sore in that place. He noticed that he wasn't uncomfortable, being in Sam's bed with Sam near him. But then he thought that he'd never let his family know he wouldn't go home yesterday. They'd be probably worried.

He decided he could easily sneak out of the bed, as Sam was sleeping at the opposite side. Spike has always been the cuddly type in bed. He also still didn't understand why Sam had picked him instead of someone more… well, someone looking more like Sam, not Spike. He didn't understand why he was feeling some sorrow, instead of happiness. He liked Sam, and he liked what happened the night prior. Maybe it was because he was with a man. But maybe it was because he was feeling Sam's distance in the bed.

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He got up quietly and tried to find his boxers. He didn't want to wake up Sam. He was about to give up and leave the room, when he heard Sam voice, half-angry, half-sleepy.

"If you're looking for your boxers in order to sneak out of the room, they are near my bedside drawer."

"I thought you were asleep. I didn't want to wake you up."

"Well, Army does that. Light sleeper now. You always stay on your guard," Sam snapped bitterly. "I didn't take you for the one-night-stand type. If you wanted that, you just had to tell me, I would have let you go after sex. I thought you wanted more than that. Apparently it was a mistake."

Spike didn't know what to answer. "I… I'm sorry. I didn't think it was what you wanted. I'm used to being dumped in the morning because they don't like the fact I'm too talkative, or because they find it weird that I live in my parents' basement. But I don't think it's a mistake. It's just that you were far from me in the bed."

"You have to drop your insecurities, Spike. I don't do one-night-stands. Do you understand that?"

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Spike nodded but added. "It's just that I don't see… Why me? You're handsome and… I'm just playing with toys, remember?"

Sam smirked. "You think I'm handsome?" He got up, dragging Spike with him in front of a looking-glass. "Look at you. You're cute."

"How manly! I feel like a puppy now."

"Okay, too sappy. You're hot, and in a totally manly way. Better?"

"Yes!"

"You are smart. Even with your geeky side I like so much. I'm sorry for the things I said about your skills and the 'toys' part. I was pissed and that was low. I didn't want to hurt you. You were right. If you weren't there, we would have been in danger more often, because you're our eyes most of the time. And because you often come with a MacGyver idea to help us."

Spike was blushing furiously.

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"So, now, do you see what I see in you? Is your ego satisfied or does it need more cheering? Because right now, I need to go back to sleep. It's way too early to be up. You're on sick leave and it's my day off. So why don't we, at least, finish this conversation in bed?"

Both laid down on Sam's bed. Sam came closer to Spike.

"You want to do something tomorrow? Cinema, DVD, or something…" he said with a naughty grin.

"Or something…" Spike answered with a mischievous smile. "But if someone from work see us?"

"Don't you think that if I wanted a quick fuck, I'd have chosen someone else than one of my coworkers? I know the risk. I already did it once, it ended badly."

"Jules?"

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Sam nodded. "I want to stay in team one. And so do you, I suppose. That means keeping secrets, and being more discreet. Ed and Greg are very good at reading people. They'd get the hint in no time. So, no PDA near them. At work or outside, where we could be seen together. Are you sure you're ready to do that?"

"I… think so…"

"You think so, or you know so? I don't want to jeopardize everything if you aren't sure."

"I know so." Spike added, "You think the Sarge'll give Ed a Scorpio order if he found out about us?"

Sam chuckled and answered Spike's question with a passionate kiss, hand sliding south, and completely forgetting that he'd been tired few minutes ago.