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21 February 2008 @ 10:03 pm
The Games People Play Chapter 39--The Stage Is Set  
Title: The Games People Play Chapter 39--The Stage Is Set
Author: Lionchilde
Summary:The light snow which had begun when Cam and Carolyn left the base had become a full-fledged storm by the time they reached the deserted parking lot outside New World Cinemas in Colorado Springs. Cam turned the engine off but left the heater running as he and Carolyn stared out at the uninviting swirl of white outside his windshield.

Rating: PG
Length: Around 1000 words
Pairings/Characters: D/V, Cam/Carolyn. Lots of em.
A/N: For fic101, 10hugs, and sg_challenges Go me.

The light snow which had begun when Cam and Carolyn left the base had become a full-fledged storm by the time they reached the deserted parking lot outside New World Cinemas in Colorado Springs. Cam turned the engine off but left the heater running as he and Carolyn stared out at the uninviting swirl of white outside his windshield. He rubbed his eyes.

“We gotta be the only two people here,” he said speculatively.

“If it gets much worse, they might close early anyway,” she nodded.

“Do you wanna go in?”

She pursed her lips a bit crookedly and wrinkled her nose as she considered the question. Neither of them was particularly enthused about the cold, howling wind, and heavy wet snow. On the other hand, she had a thing about Charlotte’s Web. She had told him that when she was a kid, she had a copy of the book that she carried everywhere, which was the main reason that he had agreed to see the movie with her. This early on, a movie date was less about watching the movie than about feeling one another out. Later on they’d be about feeling other things, and finally, if everything went the way Cam anticipated, they’d be settling into comfortable routine and actually paying more attention to the movie than each other in a few months. Of course, by then the movies would probably be rented, but it wouldn’t matter so much then.

“Well, I wouldn’t want you drive all the way here for nothing. And SG-1’s due to go offworld again in a few days. Who knows when we’ll get to see another movie,” she said.

He gave her a knowing grin. “And by then Charlotte’s Web might be out of the theater and you’d have to watch an action flick with me.”

“There’s nothing wrong with a little low brow entertainment once in a while,” she teased back.

“Oh, very funny,” he said as he pulled his key from the ignition and pushed open the driver’s side door.

“I thought so,” she called over her shoulder, hopping out of the shotgun seat.

The wind stung the exposed skin of his face and bit sharply even through the heavy, fleece-lined jacket he wore. He jogged around the front of the truck, skirting the bumper with unconscious grace. She was leaning against the shotgun side, trying to shield her back from the wind, with her hands stuffed deep in her pockets as she waited for him. They fell into step together, not really talking since their main mutual interest at this point was to reach the doors. Without thinking about it, he moved closer to her, slipping his arm around her shoulders. She leaned into him, and he could feel her shiver slightly as the warmth of his body offset the cold and made her aware of her own half-frozen state.

Finally, they made it inside and both gave a loud sigh of relief as the heat of the lobby wrapped itself around them and surrounded them with the familiar, welcome aroma of movie theater popcorn. The bright red carpet was soiled with dirty, wet shoe tracks, bits of unmelted snow ground in to them, but that was the only sign of other patrons. A single teenage girl manned the ticket counter, her blonde hair held up in a high pony-tail. As they walked up, she was busy filing her nails, obviously not expecting any customers.

“Oh!” her mouth popped open as she looked up at them, and she hurriedly stuffed the emery board under the counter. “Can I help you?”

Cam hid a smile and asked for the tickets. The show was due to start in another minute, but since no one was in the lobby, they had no trouble getting snacks and drinks before show-time. He decided to display his gentlemanly qualities and offer to carry everything, fully expecting Carolyn to tell him that she could carry her own stuff. Instead he found himself loaded down with two tubs of popcorn—they couldn’t share because the amount of butter and salt he asked for made her give him a long and decidedly doctorish look of disapproval—a cardboard drink holder containing two Cokes, boxes of M&Ms, Ju Ju Bees, and a Milky Way bar.

He bore the slave-duty with good grace. After all, it had been his idea. Hopefully it would at least score him a few points. She didn’t seem overly impressed with this show of gallantry, but that didn’t mean much. If she actually made a big deal about being impressed with anything like that on a first date, it probably meant she couldn’t think of anything else to say, which wouldn’t be a good sign.

It turned out that they were, indeed, the only two people in the theater. Previews had started as they slipped inside, making their way into the oddly empty room. Making his way down the aisle, Cam felt a sudden tightening in his stomach, and he wished that he could juggle the food he was carrying enough so that he could reach the straw that was sticking out of his Coke. He licked his lips and tried to shake off the feeling that someone was going to burst into the auditorium at any moment and say “Ah-ha! Caught you this time!”

When he was about ten years old, he and three of his friends had snuck into the movie house after hours. The first time, it was mainly for the thrill of getting away with something that they knew they shouldn’t be doing. Then they needed a place go to look at the magazines that Billy Malone had swiped from a box in his older brother’s closet, and it became a regular habit until someone finally boarded up the broken basement window that they’d wormed their way in through. Since then, every time he walked into a theater that was either empty or so close it could have been, he experienced the same dry mouth and sweaty palms. This time, it was General Landry that he kept imagining storming in on them.

“What’s wrong?” Carolyn whispered as she edged her way into a row of empty seats.

“Nothin,” he replied, whispering himself.

Then she laughed, “Cam, why are we whispering?”

“Good question.”

Vala spent the first half of The Empire Strikes Back huffing and complaining about how small Obi-Wan’s role was. Then, somehow, she latched back onto her pet peeves, which were the lack of realism in the duel scene between old Ben and Darth Vader in A New Hope and the fact that, in her opinion, Obi-Wan shouldn’t have died during that duel anyway. Teal’c apparently agreed with her on both points, and she proceeded to tell Daniel every detail of their last lengthy discussion of the film. They had picked apart the duel so entirely that Daniel almost wondered why they enjoyed Star Wars so much in the first place.

“Well, why don’t the two of you re-write it?” he suggested finally.

She stopped short and tilted her head at him. “Re-write it?”

“Sure. If you both hate it that much, just re-write the duel. Make Obi-Wan live, and then figure out how the rest of the Original Trilogy would be different,” he said.

“Wouldn’t we get sued?” she asked.

“Well, yeah, if you tried to publish it for money. But Teal’c has written a few Star Wars stories. He posts them on fanfiction.net,” explained Daniel.

“He does what?” she frowned.

“Fanfiction.net. It’s a website where fans of different fictional universes share their own writing about the characters from those realities,” he told her. “He showed it to me a few years ago. A lot of what’s there is just stupid—or so badly written I don’t know why anybody would bother posting it. But his stories are actually really good, and he showed me a few of the authors he likes.”

“So, it’s just for fun?”

He nodded. “Sometimes I guess fans have ideas that just don’t fit in with what’s happening in the show, or movie or whatever it is. So, they write it themselves. Or, in some cases, when the official story is over they just want to keep going, so they do.”

“Hmm,” she nodded slowly. “I think I like this idea.”