|Team Mom||Catch Phrase||Smoking is Cool||Sharp Dressed Man|
|NCIS: LA||Due South||Caprica||Justified|
|Costumer||Shirtless Scene||Badass Damsel|
|Fringe||Covert Affairs||Burn Notice|
Trope: Team Mom
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Word Count: 257
"Sam!" Cam paused at the lab door and reached out cautiously, testing for any force fields or other barriers. Sam looked up with a grin and gestured him in.
"Want to go grab some lunch?"
"Yeah, sure. Just let me finish--"
"No finishing," Cam interrupted. "Last time you 'just had to finish something,' you ended up in another reality for two weeks. And the time before that, we both ended up trapped in an alternate dimension, and missed breakfast and lunch. I learned my lesson. Besides, you've been at this for over five hours. You need a break."
Sam shook her head, laughing.
"You. This whole mother-hen routine. Making sure we all eat and stay warm and pack extra socks."
"Extra socks are important," Cam said solemnly. "Ever tried hiking in wet feet?"
"Yes, actually, and I agree with you, but that's not the point."
"I think it's a very good point. For one thing, I don't want to have to carry you. Or Jackson. Or, God forbid, Teal'c."
"I think Teal'c would crawl to the gate before he let you carry him."
"Well, see, and no one wants to watch that. So, extra socks."
"Everyone's gotta have a role," Cam said. "You've got science covered, Jackson's got culture and languages...I figure this is my contribution."
Sam stepped around the table and stretched to kiss his cheek. "We appreciate it," she said. "So, lunch?"
"Yeah. Let's go." He motioned for her to lead the way. "How do you feel about Szechuan?"
Trope: Prince Charming
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica (2003)
Word Count: 194
Dee had grown up on stories of people being rescued through true love. Of the poor, good-hearted Sagittaron (it was always a Sagittaron) who met an off-worlder, usually a Caprican, and so impressed them with their beauty and virtue that the Caprican fell deeply in love and carried them off to a better life on another world.
She'd never believed any of them.
People didn't fall in love at first sight. No one was there to carry you off. And even if they were, who would want to live their life dependent on someone else's generosity. No, Dee planned and studied and worked for her escape. And she was proud of it. Which is why marrying Lee was so ironic. A Caprican officer straight out of the romance novels of Dee's childhood, and he was marrying her. And no, he wasn't taking her away from poverty and hardship, but she'd have to be a fool to think that her career wouldn't benefit from her marriage to the Admiral's son.
"But that's not why I'm doing it," she told her reflection. "I love him."
She wondered what her eighteen-year-old self would think of it all.
Trope: Heterosexual Life Partners
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Word Count: 293
John greeted Corrigan's confession with a mixture of wry amusement and annoyance, both well-hidden behind a carefully stern exterior. His first action was to order Corrigan to shut it down. His second was to track down Rodney in his lab.
"Rodney?" John leaned up against the wall, waiting until Rodney paused his typing and looked up.
Rodney looked at him expectantly, fingers drumming impatiently against the desk.
"Why are the scientists running a betting pool on when we're both going to come out and announce our love for each other?"
Rodney's splutter was very gratifying. "Whaaaat? What do you...they think we're gay?"
"I was more concerned about the fact that they think we're sleeping together," John said mildly. "According to my source, there are also pools on how long before we're caught making out in public, and how long before we run off to Canada and get married. Apparently they think we spend so much time together we couldn't be doing anything except having sex."
"Well, yeah. Also a bit of a problem for me if my superiors get wind of it. The Air Force tends to frown on that kind of thing."
"Right. We definitely need to shut this down. Who did you say was running things?"
"I didn't, but I've already taken care of it. I think. Just...ask Radek to keep his ears open, will you?"
"Radek? I'm perfectly capable of--"
"Rodney. No one's going to talk to you about it. They're betting on you."
"Right. Well, okay. Good then. So, uh, are we on for supper tonight? Or are you...I'll understand if you're trying to avoid rumours. You know, for your career."
John straightened up. "I'll see you tonight," he said. "Don't forget to bring the movie."
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