Summary: On Valentine's Day, Bobby tries to find the
perfect gift for his special someone.
Warnings: Um ... not unless the idea of cut flowers
This is sappy, short, and not particularly good,
but ... [shrug] It's all Datura's fault! Special thanks
to Cosmic, Quille, Joannie, and Indiana_J for help!
Roses are Red, Violets are Blue
"Sir? May I help you?"
Bobby turned from his contemplation of the display and
flashed a smile at the pretty young clerk. "I hope
so. I need to find something for Valentine's day, and
I'm just not sure where to start." He indicated the
vast array of flowers, stuffed animals, and chocolates
with a waves of his hand.
"Well, that all depends on who it's for," the clerk,
whose nametag read "Joan", replied. She put her hand
lightly on his sleeve. "You know, each flower has its
own meaning ... carnations are for friendship, red roses
are for love." She smiled at him coyly while fiddling
with a length of shiny ribbon. "We have some really
pretty carnations. Would you like to see them?"
"Um ... I'm not really sure about this. Red roses
would be traditional, but I'm just not sure if that's
Joan pouted prettily for a minute. Why did the good
ones always have to be taken? "Tradition is there for
a reason, though. Nothing makes a girl's heart melt
like a dozen roses."
Bobby's mouth quirked up. "Maybe. I don't know. I
just don't think roses are my style. I want something
"That's so sweet," she practically cooed. "Well, you
could go for lilies. They're very pretty. Or
orchids, if you want something more exotic. And we
can always do a mixed arrangement."
"Mixed arrangement?" Bobby repeated. "That could
work." He frowned at the wide assortment of flowers
he had to choose from. "I just need to see what
you've got to work with."
"Maybe the orchids with the silver ribbon," Bobby
mused, holding up the two selections. "But do you
think maybe that's too flashy?"
"I think it's beautiful," Joan managed through gritted
teeth. Adorable or not, this guy was seriously making
her lose her patience. An hour of this! On the day
"I don't know ... maybe the white roses would be
Before he could go off on another track, Joan quickly
offered, "Sir, it's the day before Valentine's. We're
a little rushed. Why don't you just let me put
something together for you? I promise it will be
"Are you sure?" Bobby asked, looking between the
silver and red ribbons. "I want it to be special."
"Absolutely!" Joan promised desperately. "Whoever
this is for, I promise it'll knock her socks off."
Bobby ran a hand over his hair nervously, trying to
subdue any rebellious strands. He took a deep breath
to steady himself, then knocked quickly on the door.
It swung open, revealing a pair of sleep-befuddled
blue eyes that Bobby just wanted to fall into.
"Bobby? What are you doing here this time of night?"
Bobby thrust his offering forward like a shield.
"Happy Valentine's Day."
"I thought that wasn't until tomorrow."
"It is tomorrow." Bobby held out his watch as proof. "12:14."
A slow, sleepy smile just made him melt. "So it is."
Blue eyes flicked down to what Bobby clutched in his
"Um, yeah." Bobby looked down at the single white
daisy, looking much more forlorn than when he'd
plucked it from the greenhouse. "I know it should be
something fancy, but ... I thought this suited you
better." When there was no reply, he hurried to add,
"If you'd rather have roses, I can do that. I'd
probably have to go to a different shop, 'cause I
think that clerk would run away screaming if I walked
back in there, but I'm sure I can find something by--"
His words were swallowed by the warm mouth pressing
against his. "Relax. It's perfect." Another
heartbreaking smile that just made him go all gooey
inside. "I love you, Bobby."
Bobby leaned in for another sweet kiss. "I love you
Sam took the flower with one hand and slipped the
other into Bobby's. The other man smiled and allowed
himself to be led inside.
The next morning, Jean was touched to come downstairs
and find a beautiful arrangement of orchids and white
roses waiting for her. Being a highly intelligent
man, Scott was wise enough to simply accept her
gratitude now and find out who he had to thank (or
Note: Gah, I can't believe I just wrote that! [glares at Datty]
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