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shanachie_quillTitle: Geek Mating Rituals
Characters: Michelangelo “Spike” Scarlatti, Lewis “Lou” Young, Kevin “Wordy” Wordsworth, Kelsey Tellers, Liam, various OCs, Winnie Camden, Daniel Tellers, Jules Callaghan
Fandom: Flashpoint
Series: Spike’s Girl
Written For: irishjeeper/k3nj1ph1
Prompt: 5 Dates
Summary: Five dates Spike and Kelsey have had over the years and 1 Kelsey refuses to agree to.
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: my series, vague for the show
Warnings: Language, Spike being Spike
Disclaimer: No one recognizable belongs to me. Not making any money off this.
Second Disclaimer: Despite being fanfiction, this is MY work and I do not give anyone or any other site permission to republish this story under my name or any other without my authorization.
Author's Note: I ended up breaking this into chapters per date. I’ll try to go back and put in links… but it’s finished and I’m posting it all right now so you should be able to find it pretty easily. Sorry for spamming the flist. There should be 6 chapters total. No 7 because there’s an outtake between date 4 and 5.
Date Two: Dinner and…
Kelsey waved Spike inside after she opened the door, rolling her eyes as she continued talking on the phone. “I’m a big girl,” she was saying. “I am capable of taking care of myself.” She rolled her eyes again as the person on the other end replied. “Fine.” She took the phone away from her ear, pressing the speaker icon. “Spike,” she called the SRU constable back from where he’d been setting things in the kitchen. “Could you come reassure my brother that you aren’t a crazy ass stalker?”
“His name is Spike?!” the voice on the other end squawked.
“It’s a nickname, dumbass,” Kelsey said with yet another eye roll.
By that time, Spike had rejoined her, motioning towards the phone. She held it out and he shook his head. “What?” the voice asked. “Does he not want to talk to me?”
“Well, you’re being an ass, Danbo,” she pointed out. “I don’t want to talk to you and I’m related to you.”
“Wait,” Spike commented. “He’s making fun of my name? And his name is Danbo?”
“Kel, he sounds like a dweeb,” Dan commented.
“And on that note… I have a date, Daniel, so I’m saying good night,” Kelsey told him. She clicked off, softly tossing the phone onto the nearby end table. “Sorry.”
“Should I ask?” Spike wanted to know as she purposely left the phone on the table and headed back towards the kitchen.
“My brother decided that he needed to check up on me today. But his version of checking up involves persistent grilling and asking why I won’t give him your full name so he can run an in depth background check,” she explained.
“How? Your brother can run a background check?”
Kelsey poked through the bag of groceries that Spike had set on the counter, pulling out the fresh vegetables and homemade pasta then setting them aside to hunt for a pot. “I told you the reason I started In Blue was because I had a cop in my life. Daniel’s the cop.”
“You started an entire comic book series because your brother is a cop?”
Kelsey shrugged as she got to her feet. “It seemed like a good idea at the time?”
He laughed. “That’s got to be the weirdest reason for starting a comic book I’ve ever heard.”
She made a face. “Thanks.” Handing him the pot, she said, “So what is this that you’re making?”
“One pot pasta,” he explained. “Ma taught me how to make these so I wouldn’t starve.”
Kelsey boosted herself up onto the counter. “From everything you’ve told me about your ma, I’m pretty sure that’s the last thing that would would happen. She sounds like she’d feed you from daybreak to midnight.”
Spike grinned. “True, but, well.” He shrugged. “I have no idea what her reasoning was, but I can cook this.”
She waved a hand at the kitchen. “Have at it then. And no worries about the mess. One thing I am willing to allow is clean up help. Doreen will be in tomorrow morning and she’d probably be thrilled to find the kitchen a mess. She tells me constantly that I need to eat something other than frozen meals and take out.”
“Don’t know how to cook?” Spike asked as he hunted around and finally located a knife and cutting board.
“Oh, I know how. But why should I cook for just me?”
“This should make you leftovers,” Spike told her. “So you can eat for a couple of days.” He glanced up at her as he paused in his cutting. “Italians don’t know how to make small meals.”
For a few minutes, Kelsey just watched as Spike confidently cut up vegetables and tossed things into the pot. It seemed to her that he was adding random things, but he seemed to know what he was doing. Finally he reached around her, rinsing his hands off. “That’s it?” she asked.
“It just needs to cook,” he answered.
Kelsey grabbed his shirt as he moved away from her. Drawing him back towards her, she pulled him close, and slid her fingers into his hair. Spike braced his hands on either side of her hips as their lips met. When he drew back, she said, “Hello by the way.”
Spike grinned in reply. “Hi.”
She indicated the hallway where she’d left the phone. “Sorry about…”
“It’s not like I haven’t had an untimely phone call in the middle of one of our dates,” he reminded her.
“Yeah, but your phone calls are more like ‘we need you at work’ rather than my brother being an ass.”
“Trust me. As soon as I tell Ma about you, I’ll be getting all sorts of phone calls about when is she going to meet you.”
“Spike! I thought you were telling her last week!”
“It’s not that easy,” he responded. “I can’t just drop on her that I’m seeing someone.”
Kelsey glared at him. “Fine. Then I’ll just keep my news to myself.” She wiggled around until he backed away, hopping off the counter.
“Aw, Kel, don’t be like that,” he protested as she flounced out of the room.
“I’m going to find something to do for the evening,” she called back.
“For both of us? Or just you?” he asked, glancing at the pot and deciding it would be fine if left alone for a few minutes. Following her from the room, he located her in the living room.
When he found her, Kelsey was lying almost prone on the floor with her head in a cabinet. A minute later she pulled back, revealing a slew of board and video games. “I’m not that annoyed with you,” she commented.
Spike knelt down beside her, sliding his fingers into her currently orange curls and using his hold to pull her towards him. “I’m glad to hear that,” he said, brushing his lips across hers.
She frowned at him, almost cross eyed as she tried to meet his gaze. “Weren’t you cooking?”
“The pasta!” he exclaimed, leaping to his feet. He headed back towards the kitchen. “Finish whatever you were deciding and I’ll finish dinner.”
“Movie or game?” she called after him.
“TV show and then game after dinner?” he suggested in return.
“Sounds good.” Kelsey pulled a DVD from the pile they’d left next to the television the last time they’d had a night in and got it set up so everything was ready when Spike returned a few minutes later with two heaping bowls of pasta.
Taking one, she settled on the couch, relaxing as he joined her.
The idea behind Spike’s cooking presentation comes from here (and with help from a writer friend). I haven’t tried any, but they sure look good!
I promise not to leave you hanging about Kelsey’s news. It will come up again but not in date three.
Characters: Michelangelo “Spike” Scarlatti, Lewis “Lou” Young, Kevin “Wordy” Wordsworth, Kelsey Tellers, Liam, various OCs, Winnie Camden, Daniel Tellers, Jules Callaghan
Fandom: Flashpoint
Series: Spike’s Girl
Written For: irishjeeper/k3nj1ph1
Prompt: 5 Dates
Summary: Five dates Spike and Kelsey have had over the years and 1 Kelsey refuses to agree to.
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: my series, vague for the show
Warnings: Language, Spike being Spike
Disclaimer: No one recognizable belongs to me. Not making any money off this.
Second Disclaimer: Despite being fanfiction, this is MY work and I do not give anyone or any other site permission to republish this story under my name or any other without my authorization.
Author's Note: I ended up breaking this into chapters per date. I’ll try to go back and put in links… but it’s finished and I’m posting it all right now so you should be able to find it pretty easily. Sorry for spamming the flist. There should be 6 chapters total. No 7 because there’s an outtake between date 4 and 5.
Date Two: Dinner and…
Kelsey waved Spike inside after she opened the door, rolling her eyes as she continued talking on the phone. “I’m a big girl,” she was saying. “I am capable of taking care of myself.” She rolled her eyes again as the person on the other end replied. “Fine.” She took the phone away from her ear, pressing the speaker icon. “Spike,” she called the SRU constable back from where he’d been setting things in the kitchen. “Could you come reassure my brother that you aren’t a crazy ass stalker?”
“His name is Spike?!” the voice on the other end squawked.
“It’s a nickname, dumbass,” Kelsey said with yet another eye roll.
By that time, Spike had rejoined her, motioning towards the phone. She held it out and he shook his head. “What?” the voice asked. “Does he not want to talk to me?”
“Well, you’re being an ass, Danbo,” she pointed out. “I don’t want to talk to you and I’m related to you.”
“Wait,” Spike commented. “He’s making fun of my name? And his name is Danbo?”
“Kel, he sounds like a dweeb,” Dan commented.
“And on that note… I have a date, Daniel, so I’m saying good night,” Kelsey told him. She clicked off, softly tossing the phone onto the nearby end table. “Sorry.”
“Should I ask?” Spike wanted to know as she purposely left the phone on the table and headed back towards the kitchen.
“My brother decided that he needed to check up on me today. But his version of checking up involves persistent grilling and asking why I won’t give him your full name so he can run an in depth background check,” she explained.
“How? Your brother can run a background check?”
Kelsey poked through the bag of groceries that Spike had set on the counter, pulling out the fresh vegetables and homemade pasta then setting them aside to hunt for a pot. “I told you the reason I started In Blue was because I had a cop in my life. Daniel’s the cop.”
“You started an entire comic book series because your brother is a cop?”
Kelsey shrugged as she got to her feet. “It seemed like a good idea at the time?”
He laughed. “That’s got to be the weirdest reason for starting a comic book I’ve ever heard.”
She made a face. “Thanks.” Handing him the pot, she said, “So what is this that you’re making?”
“One pot pasta,” he explained. “Ma taught me how to make these so I wouldn’t starve.”
Kelsey boosted herself up onto the counter. “From everything you’ve told me about your ma, I’m pretty sure that’s the last thing that would would happen. She sounds like she’d feed you from daybreak to midnight.”
Spike grinned. “True, but, well.” He shrugged. “I have no idea what her reasoning was, but I can cook this.”
She waved a hand at the kitchen. “Have at it then. And no worries about the mess. One thing I am willing to allow is clean up help. Doreen will be in tomorrow morning and she’d probably be thrilled to find the kitchen a mess. She tells me constantly that I need to eat something other than frozen meals and take out.”
“Don’t know how to cook?” Spike asked as he hunted around and finally located a knife and cutting board.
“Oh, I know how. But why should I cook for just me?”
“This should make you leftovers,” Spike told her. “So you can eat for a couple of days.” He glanced up at her as he paused in his cutting. “Italians don’t know how to make small meals.”
For a few minutes, Kelsey just watched as Spike confidently cut up vegetables and tossed things into the pot. It seemed to her that he was adding random things, but he seemed to know what he was doing. Finally he reached around her, rinsing his hands off. “That’s it?” she asked.
“It just needs to cook,” he answered.
Kelsey grabbed his shirt as he moved away from her. Drawing him back towards her, she pulled him close, and slid her fingers into his hair. Spike braced his hands on either side of her hips as their lips met. When he drew back, she said, “Hello by the way.”
Spike grinned in reply. “Hi.”
She indicated the hallway where she’d left the phone. “Sorry about…”
“It’s not like I haven’t had an untimely phone call in the middle of one of our dates,” he reminded her.
“Yeah, but your phone calls are more like ‘we need you at work’ rather than my brother being an ass.”
“Trust me. As soon as I tell Ma about you, I’ll be getting all sorts of phone calls about when is she going to meet you.”
“Spike! I thought you were telling her last week!”
“It’s not that easy,” he responded. “I can’t just drop on her that I’m seeing someone.”
Kelsey glared at him. “Fine. Then I’ll just keep my news to myself.” She wiggled around until he backed away, hopping off the counter.
“Aw, Kel, don’t be like that,” he protested as she flounced out of the room.
“I’m going to find something to do for the evening,” she called back.
“For both of us? Or just you?” he asked, glancing at the pot and deciding it would be fine if left alone for a few minutes. Following her from the room, he located her in the living room.
When he found her, Kelsey was lying almost prone on the floor with her head in a cabinet. A minute later she pulled back, revealing a slew of board and video games. “I’m not that annoyed with you,” she commented.
Spike knelt down beside her, sliding his fingers into her currently orange curls and using his hold to pull her towards him. “I’m glad to hear that,” he said, brushing his lips across hers.
She frowned at him, almost cross eyed as she tried to meet his gaze. “Weren’t you cooking?”
“The pasta!” he exclaimed, leaping to his feet. He headed back towards the kitchen. “Finish whatever you were deciding and I’ll finish dinner.”
“Movie or game?” she called after him.
“TV show and then game after dinner?” he suggested in return.
“Sounds good.” Kelsey pulled a DVD from the pile they’d left next to the television the last time they’d had a night in and got it set up so everything was ready when Spike returned a few minutes later with two heaping bowls of pasta.
Taking one, she settled on the couch, relaxing as he joined her.
The idea behind Spike’s cooking presentation comes from here (and with help from a writer friend). I haven’t tried any, but they sure look good!
I promise not to leave you hanging about Kelsey’s news. It will come up again but not in date three.
