Yet another fic (: It kinda took a while with the new episode leaving me with SEVERE writer's block…but whatever (:
Enjoy!
"I haven't seen that face in a while; didn't know he even lived in Toronto." Michael Stewart mumbled, glaring down at his newspaper as he lied in bed.
"Who?" His wife Maria asked, climbing next to him.
He held up the paper, "Constable Sam Braddock—."
"You know him?"
"Only met him once at—."
"Daddy!" A young four year old girl ran into the room and jumped onto the bed. "Hey Allie." He said softly, kissing her forehead.
"Nighty-night!" She said sweetly, both her parents goodnight. Maria climbed out of bed and carried their daughter to her bedroom.
Michael stared down at the paper, shaking out the crinkles in the words that read how he saved the day during a hostage situation downtown. "Sam Braddock—I believe its time we meet again."
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"Hey Sam, can I stay at your place tonight? I swear if I see another bucket of paint, I'm going to shove my head into it." Jules spoke seriously as she stuck her head into the men's locker room. It was already around 9pm, and the team was just getting off shift.
"Sam! Can you please continue this out there!?" Spike squealed as he hid behind his locker door, standing in nothing but his socks and underwear.
Jules cringed as she turned away, "Don't worry Spike, it was as painful for you as it was me."
Sam led her out, "Sure—That'd be—That'd be cool."
She smiled, "Thanks."
"You wanna—"
"Wait by my car? Gladly."
"Can my bike get a lift? You know how I'm afraid to ride in the dark."
She giggled and nodded, "Sure."
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"What time do you have work tonight?" Maria asked as she sat down next to her husband in bed.
"Gotta be on shift by 5 am."
"Aw Mike—really?"
"Yeah, sorry babe. I'll try to get off early so I can be here when you guys get up."
She nodded and fell asleep next to him, knowing that whenever she woke up, he would be at work, supporting their family as always—but not this morning.
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10pm…
"What time is work tomorrow?" Sam asked as he handed Jules a dish to stack in the cabinet of his kitchen. "We have to be in by 8am."
He smiled and handed her another plate, "Oh, Awesome."
"Mhmm." She smiled, dropping a dry cloth to the side and moving her hands to his cheeks.
"You've painted every night, haven't you?" He whispered, placing his damp hands on her sides and stroking them along her back. "Mhmm." She replied kissing him gently. "It's been a while since we actually stayed up together."
"We're always working or—."
"Shut up." She giggled, stroking his chest gently, taking his hands in hers. He chuckled as she pressed her lips to his.
A sudden drop of a large object broke them apart. "What the hell was that?" Jules jerked back from him, he took her hand in his, "Who knows—Probably a raccoon."
"Then why are you holding my hand?" She giggled.
"I have a phobia of raccoons."
She laughed and teased, but was quickly silenced by Sam lifting her up around his waist. "Now you shut up." He chuckled, kissing her gently.
She slipped her hand over his lips, "Sam Braddock—Contain yourself." She giggled as he put her down. "Come on—."
"Nope. We can't be dragging in to work—."
"Work's never stopped you—."
She kissed him gently, "We have to get up for a twelve hour shift tomorrow. I think we should head on to bed."
"You know what—." He said seriously.
"What?" She smirked.
He stared at the seriousness in her face, "Okay you win."
"Of course I did."
Within an hour they were both ready for bed, Sam in his pajama pants and t-shirt, and Jules in a tank top and lounge pants. "Goodnight." He whispered, leaning over and kissing her before climbing in bed.
She grabbed the neck of his shirt and kissed him gently, "Goodnight." She whispered, teasing him as he pulled her close.
They slept soundly until a loud clatter woke Sam up suddenly. He reached over and grabbed his gun out of the nightstand, with a quick jerk.
"Sammy?" Jules whispered as she rolled over in bed, feeling him nowhere near her.
"I'll be right back." He spoke softly. Sam stood up and made his way through the house and out towards the garage—his finger along the safety on his gun, just incase. Walking towards the garage, he had no idea of what was coming until he turned on the garage light and opened the door.
"Oh my gosh." Jules breathed from behind him.
He turned around slowly, taking her hand and pulling her close as they walked into the garage to see what had happened.
The flashbacks came pouring in. That day—that moment—when the sound of a .50-caliber rifle went off—someone wanted him to remember what he had done.
Gah, so this first chapter was like an EPIC FAIL… Somehow when I think of these, they sound WAY better in my head. Haha. I'll try and update soon—Oh and you notice how Jammish this chapter was? Yeah, this isn't a Jam fic…It's a Sam fic…But you know…I do love Jam (: They're adorable.
Anyways, REVIEW!!! (: Thanks yall (: