Well, That Was Awkward, by Beth (PG)
Jan. 29th, 2012 04:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
figs_sg1_recRec Category: Sam and Daniel friendship
Categories: Sam and Daniel friendship, Sam, Daniel, team, Cassie, Janet, five things, angst, humor, ep related
Warnings: slight reference to canon pairing and AU canon pairing
Author on LJ:lolmac
Author's Website:![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
bethinexile
Link: Well, That Was Awkward
Why This Must Be Read: Beth takes that grand old cliche -- "two members of the team have to pretend to be married" -- and turns it into a delightful five things that ranges from teamy to funny to poignant and back again. You'll love the ease of their friendship, the cameos from Cassie and Janet and George, the Jack-in-command and Teal'c-at-his-most-awesome -- and most of all, Sam and Daniel!
Daniel scrabbled free of the bedsheet, glanced at the little girl, and saw a faint quiver of a smile starting in spite of herself. “And in Hindu tradition – oh, Hindu weddings are fun. The bride wears tons and tons of gold jewelry – ” Daniel helped himself to what he could find in Janet’s jewel box. It wasn’t much, only three slender gold chains and one locket, but he solemnly decked Sam with his finds. “And her attendants spend hours drawing elaborate designs on her hands with henna. And everyone wears garlands of marigolds, and the groom rides an elephant.” He looked around the bedroom, frowning elaborately. “Darn it, Cassie, where’s the elephant? How am I supposed to get married without an elephant?”
Cassie had given up trying to stand and was lying sprawled across Janet’s bed, holding her stomach with laughter.
“Okay. Forget the Hindu wedding. Let’s try, um – ”
“Chinese,” Sam suggested.
“Chinese! Good choice. Or maybe not. Sam, you get to wear a red silk dress, and I wear a black silk coat, and we set off fireworks. Angela, do you like firecrackers?”
Angela screwed up her face and shook her head violently.
“Okay, no Chinese. Kind of a pity. They have lots of really great food at their weddings.”
“Russian!” Janet caught her breath long enough to gasp the word.
“Oh, Russian’s good. Sam, you’ll like Russian. Before we recite our wedding vows, we race each other to reach the wedding carpet. The winner gets to be the boss of the household. How fast can you run?”
“I won a few medals in track,” Sam grinned.
“I might’ve guessed. Okay, forget Russian. Hey, how about Finland? You get to wear a golden crown.”
Categories: Sam and Daniel friendship, Sam, Daniel, team, Cassie, Janet, five things, angst, humor, ep related
Warnings: slight reference to canon pairing and AU canon pairing
Author on LJ:
lolmac Author's Website:
bethinexileLink: Well, That Was Awkward
Why This Must Be Read: Beth takes that grand old cliche -- "two members of the team have to pretend to be married" -- and turns it into a delightful five things that ranges from teamy to funny to poignant and back again. You'll love the ease of their friendship, the cameos from Cassie and Janet and George, the Jack-in-command and Teal'c-at-his-most-awesome -- and most of all, Sam and Daniel!
Daniel scrabbled free of the bedsheet, glanced at the little girl, and saw a faint quiver of a smile starting in spite of herself. “And in Hindu tradition – oh, Hindu weddings are fun. The bride wears tons and tons of gold jewelry – ” Daniel helped himself to what he could find in Janet’s jewel box. It wasn’t much, only three slender gold chains and one locket, but he solemnly decked Sam with his finds. “And her attendants spend hours drawing elaborate designs on her hands with henna. And everyone wears garlands of marigolds, and the groom rides an elephant.” He looked around the bedroom, frowning elaborately. “Darn it, Cassie, where’s the elephant? How am I supposed to get married without an elephant?”
Cassie had given up trying to stand and was lying sprawled across Janet’s bed, holding her stomach with laughter.
“Okay. Forget the Hindu wedding. Let’s try, um – ”
“Chinese,” Sam suggested.
“Chinese! Good choice. Or maybe not. Sam, you get to wear a red silk dress, and I wear a black silk coat, and we set off fireworks. Angela, do you like firecrackers?”
Angela screwed up her face and shook her head violently.
“Okay, no Chinese. Kind of a pity. They have lots of really great food at their weddings.”
“Russian!” Janet caught her breath long enough to gasp the word.
“Oh, Russian’s good. Sam, you’ll like Russian. Before we recite our wedding vows, we race each other to reach the wedding carpet. The winner gets to be the boss of the household. How fast can you run?”
“I won a few medals in track,” Sam grinned.
“I might’ve guessed. Okay, forget Russian. Hey, how about Finland? You get to wear a golden crown.”
