Friends, Love, and a Stalker (A Flashpoint FanFic)

Chapter 8: Career Day

Chapter 8

RIAN’S POV

           It had been a month and a half since Spike had left the hospital for the bullet graze. Things had mostly gone back to normal. My stalker had been dormant, and Spike and I had had our first major fight. 2 weeks after Spike left the hospital his mother had finished her moving and was spending just two more weeks here in Toronto before she flew to Italy and began her life in a small villa, near the rest of her family. I told Spike that he should move back into his own house, but he wanted to stay to make sure I was okay… and thats when the fight started…

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“Your mom’s gone now, you can have the whole place to yourself.”

“It’s not about the house Rian, it’s about you.”

We were sitting on the couch, well, he was sitting on the couch in my living room, I was pacing in front of him; worrying about how fast we were moving. It’s not like he had proposed, but not even a month in and we were practically living together, isn’t that a bit fast? I wanted this to last, I wanted to marry him someday, when we were ready...but for now?

“I’m fine, I will be fine. I haven’t heard from him in quite a while, he probably got scared when the police started investigating. Everything’s fine now.”

“Everything is so-”

“What about you mom?” I cut him off, “ She probably misses you.”

“She’s fine!”

“She’s moving to Italy in just under two weeks, you’re not going to be able to see her everyday.”

“I don’t see her everyday now!”

“Do you know how that makes me feel?” I said, almost yelling now, “I feel like I came between your family.”

“She’s THRILLED.” He was yelling now, “She loves the fact that I have someone else in my life,, she’s ecstatic.”

“Well you should spend some time with her,”

Spike caught my arm as I was pacing by him, tugging me closer until I was standing between his legs. He hugged my waist, the side of his head pressed into my stomach. We were quiet for a minute, my hands automatically went to his head, running my fingers through his hair.

“What’s this really about Spike?” I asked softly, kneeling down so he didn’t have to look up at me.

“I don’t want to leave you.” He stated simply, his hand moving to cup my face, his thumb rubbing circles into my cheek.

“You aren’t leaving me,” I sighed, “and I’m not leaving you, you can come over all the time, but I think you should try to spend some time with your mom.”

I saw him relax and grinned triumphantly, knowing I had won. I kissed him quickly, still grinning and that was the beginning of our time apart.

Just for the record, that time apart lasted exactly two weeks. We talked all the time, and we saw eachother for dates after work, but we slept in separate houses. On the day Spike’s mom boarded her flight to Italy, we both said goodbye to her at the airport.

“Rian,” She said, hugging me, a broad smile across her face, “take care of my boy, okay?”

“Absolutely Mrs. Scarlatti.” She kissed me on the cheek before hugging Spike. I stepped away a bit, giving them some privacy as they said their goodbye’s. Eventually she gave him one last hug before marching off to security. Spike walked over to me and wrapped an arm around my shoulders in a sideways hug.