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dontwantmebackTitle: The Story, the Tale, the Alibi
Fandom: Stargate: SG-1/Glee
Pairing: Cameron/Daniel
Rating: PG
Warnings: RP canon.
Length: 1939 words
Cam met Santana during his very first, and by far most memorable, trip to New York, where she let him drink in the bar she worked at even though she shouldn't have after his friends had ditched him for girls. Which was great for them, but it'd left Cam alone at some crazy bar in the big city and though he'd never admit it, he probably would've been lost if the hot dancing bartender hadn't taken pity on him.
They'd hit it off, in pretty much the same way he'd hit it off with Danny way back when they'd first met. Meaning Santana had made fun of Cam, and Cam had sat there and taken it in the bemused way he took abuse from his friends. He ended up hanging out until the bar closed, and somehow managed to talk her into letting him buy her a cup of coffee and giving him her number. He didn't want in her pants, he'd promised a hundred times over. On his honour as an officer and his Momma's head and his love for someone who wasn't anything like her.
They texted. Every so often for months after Cam returned to school. He sent photos of anything that he thought was worth capturing, and she would mock his taste and his choice. She would send him filthy jokes and complaints about her roommates that he answered thoughtfully and which much less mocking and that he was never thanked for but never thought he needed to be. Cam confessed his feelings for Danny, confused as they were, and Santana was so kind in return that he almost thought he'd messaged the wrong person.
The next time he got a chance, he went to New York again and managed to get her to go to dinner with him, though only after swearing again that he wasn't interested in what was in her pants.
They went on with a similar routine for years. Text messages and the occasional phone call the only contact they had but for the times Cam was in the area. He wrote her postcards when he was stationed overseas, used up ten minutes of his phone time on her every other month, and she sent him a picture of herself in lingerie for him to show off to the guys when he was home on leave and complaining that he was the only one who didn't have a hot chick waiting for him not to die. That one made everyone Cam knew at every posting instantly jealous, and even he had to admit his friend was really, possibly excessively, hot. Even though he hadn't thought of her like that since about an hour after meeting her.
When he was accepted into the 302 program, the Air Force held a black tie function in the new group's honour. Ridiculous, he thought, since it was top secret and they wouldn't be able to tell most of the people there what it was for. But it ended up being mandatory attendance, about the time Cam had been telling the others he wouldn't be attending. Just his luck. So it was with a sigh of defeat that he called up Santana and reduced himself to begging and bribery to convince her to be his date to the damned thing.
In the end the dress he had to buy her cost him a month's salary and he owed her a favour and at least an attempt at an introduction to the president if he was in attendance, though she'd settle for the governor. Cam didn't have the heart to tell her he doubted either would show up to the event.
He showed up at her place, dressed head to toe in his very best blues and feeling absolutely ridiculous in them, to be met at the door by his friend, stunning in black and looking like the dress had been made for her. Cam was struck speechless but Santana looked him over critically before giving an approving nod.
"Yeah, you'll do."
"...I'll do?" Wasn't he the one who had invited her in the first place? Wasn't the damn event in his honour? Shouldn't he be the one concerned about the quality of his date, not the other way around? "Woman, I think you have the situation confused."
"No." Santana flashed him a grin and took his arm, clearly expecting to be led to the car. "We both know I look crazy sexy in this and you're lucky to be seen with me. This hot, you'd better be too, standing next to me. You clean up pretty good though so you'll do."
"Thanks. I think."
Not knowing what else to say about it, Cam just showed Santana to the car, a limo he'd hired for the occasion at her demand, and they caught up on the trip. Cam let her know the important things like the reason for the event was classified and she just had to trust him that it was because he was really damn impressive. Oh and by the way he'd kind of let all his buddies who would be there go ahead and believe she was his girlfriend so if she wouldn't mind letting them keep on believing it that'd save his career. Or his reputation with the guys he worked with. Same deal.
Santana rolled her eyes at him, arms crossed. "You want me to fake being in love with you? Like anyone would ever think that you could score with this?"
"Everyone does think I've scored with that. You're the one who sent me that picture of yourself all sexy and practically naked."
"That was years ago, Cam. You couldn't have gotten yourself a real girlfriend?"
"We talked about that."
"God, just get over him," she advised, clearly exasperated, but she rolled her eyes and pointed a finger at him. "Fine. I'll be your hot'n'sexy beard for the evening but you owe me big."
"Yeah. Because I didn't already."
So they attended the event, listened to the vague speeches about protecting people and sipped expensive champagne while making small talk with generals and politicians who didn't know why they were there any more than half the guests. Santana charmed all Cam's friends, hanging off his arm laughing off the question every time someone asked when they were planning to get married. And they'd known each other long enough, well enough, that she faked being his potential girlfriend perfectly and she didn't embarrass him even close to as much as he did himself even when she did get to be introduced to the governor when he gave Cam a cursory thanks for his service.
Cam was so impressed with Santana's performance that by the time the evening wound down to a close he'd made the decision to keep taking her to the stupid functions, no matter what it ended up costing him. He also wondered why he'd never considered making her his fake girlfriend before.
"Because you're stupid," Santana told him when he voiced his thoughts. And Cam couldn't even argue; that was obviously the only explanation.
So they carried on with their new routine, basically the same as before but now with her on his arm whenever he was required for an event, for years again. Even after Cam stopped shortening his name, joined the SGC, reconnected with Daniel after so very long. It wasn't as though he could attend events together, and by then Cameron was just so used to calling on Santana that it was second nature.
It was after the Ori had been defeated that Cameron called her to an SGC-sponsored event. He wasn't exactly sure what the evening was for but he knew that as SG-1 he was ordered to attend.
"Do I finally get to meet the president?" was the first thing Santana asked when he picked her up from her hotel, and Cameron couldn't help laughing.
"Actually he is going to be there." They'd just saved the planet, after all. "But there's more important people there, too." More important to him, anyway. Some of the most important.
"Your unrequited teen love story?"
She knew everything there was to know about that, was the only person Cameron had ever confided in about it because for all her sharp edges Santana actually understood. So he just nodded. "Yeah."
The event was held at NORAD, since it was everyone's cover anyway and people like Vala and their Jaffa guests were better kept on base anyway, and even though Santana knew where Cameron officially worked it didn't stop her from mocking his career change every chance she got. Nor did it stop her from demanding , upon driving through the gates of the complex, that he explain what kind of brain damage he obviously had for choosing to work inside a mountain after having such a cool job like he did. Cameron lied and told her he wasn't fit to fly anymore after the crash, but he didn't think she bought it.
Things progressed much like every other event Cameron had bribed Santana into attending, with one notable exception. When, from across the room, he pointed out Daniel and in low tones explained who he was, Santana broke away from his arm and weaved her way through the crowd before Cameron even knew what was happening. He hurried after her, but couldn't slip by people in the same way and by the time he made it to her she'd already struck up a conversation with Daniel. Which wouldn't be a bad thing, if he and Cameron weren't currently in the middle of one of their relationship's many 'off' phases and if she wasn't Cameron's date to a function where he was still technically the new guy. And even then, not so bad if Daniel hadn't been accompanied by Vala.
And these three people, for the sake of Cameron's sanity, should really never have a conversation. So he swooped in quickly, or as quickly as possible when Vala clearly was planning to do everything in her power to let Daniel and Santana talk a moment longer, and scooped his date away with falsely polite excuse of having someone she wanted to meet.
"What exactly are you doing?" he demanded as soon as they were far enough away to not be overheard.
"Meeting this guy you're so stupid over."
"That's a terrible idea."
"Why?" Everything about Santana's expression screamed that she thought Cameron was an idiot, and for once he would probably agree with her.
"Just..." he sighed. "We're one of those run hot and burn out kind of relationships. And right now we're in the burned out phase. Not to mention this is an official Air Force shindig and he knows better but you can't go around talking about it. The military has rules."
Then, before she could answer, he approached a man from behind, clearing his throat, just a little nervously. And introduced Santana to the president.
It wasn't as though Cameron knew the man personally or anything, but he knew who Cameron was and that he'd done enough that a moment to meet his 'girlfriend' should be happily spared. Which was what Cameron had counted on. What he hadn't counted on was Santana answering the very joking question of when they were getting married, after it was explained they'd known each other for ages, with a very serious and well thought out answer that they weren't as long as the military's stupid policies stuck around.
If the idea of it didn't disgust him in much the same way kissing Sam or Vala did, Cameron could have kissed her.
Fandom: Stargate: SG-1/Glee
Pairing: Cameron/Daniel
Rating: PG
Warnings: RP canon.
Length: 1939 words
Cam met Santana during his very first, and by far most memorable, trip to New York, where she let him drink in the bar she worked at even though she shouldn't have after his friends had ditched him for girls. Which was great for them, but it'd left Cam alone at some crazy bar in the big city and though he'd never admit it, he probably would've been lost if the hot dancing bartender hadn't taken pity on him.
They'd hit it off, in pretty much the same way he'd hit it off with Danny way back when they'd first met. Meaning Santana had made fun of Cam, and Cam had sat there and taken it in the bemused way he took abuse from his friends. He ended up hanging out until the bar closed, and somehow managed to talk her into letting him buy her a cup of coffee and giving him her number. He didn't want in her pants, he'd promised a hundred times over. On his honour as an officer and his Momma's head and his love for someone who wasn't anything like her.
They texted. Every so often for months after Cam returned to school. He sent photos of anything that he thought was worth capturing, and she would mock his taste and his choice. She would send him filthy jokes and complaints about her roommates that he answered thoughtfully and which much less mocking and that he was never thanked for but never thought he needed to be. Cam confessed his feelings for Danny, confused as they were, and Santana was so kind in return that he almost thought he'd messaged the wrong person.
The next time he got a chance, he went to New York again and managed to get her to go to dinner with him, though only after swearing again that he wasn't interested in what was in her pants.
They went on with a similar routine for years. Text messages and the occasional phone call the only contact they had but for the times Cam was in the area. He wrote her postcards when he was stationed overseas, used up ten minutes of his phone time on her every other month, and she sent him a picture of herself in lingerie for him to show off to the guys when he was home on leave and complaining that he was the only one who didn't have a hot chick waiting for him not to die. That one made everyone Cam knew at every posting instantly jealous, and even he had to admit his friend was really, possibly excessively, hot. Even though he hadn't thought of her like that since about an hour after meeting her.
When he was accepted into the 302 program, the Air Force held a black tie function in the new group's honour. Ridiculous, he thought, since it was top secret and they wouldn't be able to tell most of the people there what it was for. But it ended up being mandatory attendance, about the time Cam had been telling the others he wouldn't be attending. Just his luck. So it was with a sigh of defeat that he called up Santana and reduced himself to begging and bribery to convince her to be his date to the damned thing.
In the end the dress he had to buy her cost him a month's salary and he owed her a favour and at least an attempt at an introduction to the president if he was in attendance, though she'd settle for the governor. Cam didn't have the heart to tell her he doubted either would show up to the event.
He showed up at her place, dressed head to toe in his very best blues and feeling absolutely ridiculous in them, to be met at the door by his friend, stunning in black and looking like the dress had been made for her. Cam was struck speechless but Santana looked him over critically before giving an approving nod.
"Yeah, you'll do."
"...I'll do?" Wasn't he the one who had invited her in the first place? Wasn't the damn event in his honour? Shouldn't he be the one concerned about the quality of his date, not the other way around? "Woman, I think you have the situation confused."
"No." Santana flashed him a grin and took his arm, clearly expecting to be led to the car. "We both know I look crazy sexy in this and you're lucky to be seen with me. This hot, you'd better be too, standing next to me. You clean up pretty good though so you'll do."
"Thanks. I think."
Not knowing what else to say about it, Cam just showed Santana to the car, a limo he'd hired for the occasion at her demand, and they caught up on the trip. Cam let her know the important things like the reason for the event was classified and she just had to trust him that it was because he was really damn impressive. Oh and by the way he'd kind of let all his buddies who would be there go ahead and believe she was his girlfriend so if she wouldn't mind letting them keep on believing it that'd save his career. Or his reputation with the guys he worked with. Same deal.
Santana rolled her eyes at him, arms crossed. "You want me to fake being in love with you? Like anyone would ever think that you could score with this?"
"Everyone does think I've scored with that. You're the one who sent me that picture of yourself all sexy and practically naked."
"That was years ago, Cam. You couldn't have gotten yourself a real girlfriend?"
"We talked about that."
"God, just get over him," she advised, clearly exasperated, but she rolled her eyes and pointed a finger at him. "Fine. I'll be your hot'n'sexy beard for the evening but you owe me big."
"Yeah. Because I didn't already."
So they attended the event, listened to the vague speeches about protecting people and sipped expensive champagne while making small talk with generals and politicians who didn't know why they were there any more than half the guests. Santana charmed all Cam's friends, hanging off his arm laughing off the question every time someone asked when they were planning to get married. And they'd known each other long enough, well enough, that she faked being his potential girlfriend perfectly and she didn't embarrass him even close to as much as he did himself even when she did get to be introduced to the governor when he gave Cam a cursory thanks for his service.
Cam was so impressed with Santana's performance that by the time the evening wound down to a close he'd made the decision to keep taking her to the stupid functions, no matter what it ended up costing him. He also wondered why he'd never considered making her his fake girlfriend before.
"Because you're stupid," Santana told him when he voiced his thoughts. And Cam couldn't even argue; that was obviously the only explanation.
So they carried on with their new routine, basically the same as before but now with her on his arm whenever he was required for an event, for years again. Even after Cam stopped shortening his name, joined the SGC, reconnected with Daniel after so very long. It wasn't as though he could attend events together, and by then Cameron was just so used to calling on Santana that it was second nature.
It was after the Ori had been defeated that Cameron called her to an SGC-sponsored event. He wasn't exactly sure what the evening was for but he knew that as SG-1 he was ordered to attend.
"Do I finally get to meet the president?" was the first thing Santana asked when he picked her up from her hotel, and Cameron couldn't help laughing.
"Actually he is going to be there." They'd just saved the planet, after all. "But there's more important people there, too." More important to him, anyway. Some of the most important.
"Your unrequited teen love story?"
She knew everything there was to know about that, was the only person Cameron had ever confided in about it because for all her sharp edges Santana actually understood. So he just nodded. "Yeah."
The event was held at NORAD, since it was everyone's cover anyway and people like Vala and their Jaffa guests were better kept on base anyway, and even though Santana knew where Cameron officially worked it didn't stop her from mocking his career change every chance she got. Nor did it stop her from demanding , upon driving through the gates of the complex, that he explain what kind of brain damage he obviously had for choosing to work inside a mountain after having such a cool job like he did. Cameron lied and told her he wasn't fit to fly anymore after the crash, but he didn't think she bought it.
Things progressed much like every other event Cameron had bribed Santana into attending, with one notable exception. When, from across the room, he pointed out Daniel and in low tones explained who he was, Santana broke away from his arm and weaved her way through the crowd before Cameron even knew what was happening. He hurried after her, but couldn't slip by people in the same way and by the time he made it to her she'd already struck up a conversation with Daniel. Which wouldn't be a bad thing, if he and Cameron weren't currently in the middle of one of their relationship's many 'off' phases and if she wasn't Cameron's date to a function where he was still technically the new guy. And even then, not so bad if Daniel hadn't been accompanied by Vala.
And these three people, for the sake of Cameron's sanity, should really never have a conversation. So he swooped in quickly, or as quickly as possible when Vala clearly was planning to do everything in her power to let Daniel and Santana talk a moment longer, and scooped his date away with falsely polite excuse of having someone she wanted to meet.
"What exactly are you doing?" he demanded as soon as they were far enough away to not be overheard.
"Meeting this guy you're so stupid over."
"That's a terrible idea."
"Why?" Everything about Santana's expression screamed that she thought Cameron was an idiot, and for once he would probably agree with her.
"Just..." he sighed. "We're one of those run hot and burn out kind of relationships. And right now we're in the burned out phase. Not to mention this is an official Air Force shindig and he knows better but you can't go around talking about it. The military has rules."
Then, before she could answer, he approached a man from behind, clearing his throat, just a little nervously. And introduced Santana to the president.
It wasn't as though Cameron knew the man personally or anything, but he knew who Cameron was and that he'd done enough that a moment to meet his 'girlfriend' should be happily spared. Which was what Cameron had counted on. What he hadn't counted on was Santana answering the very joking question of when they were getting married, after it was explained they'd known each other for ages, with a very serious and well thought out answer that they weren't as long as the military's stupid policies stuck around.
If the idea of it didn't disgust him in much the same way kissing Sam or Vala did, Cameron could have kissed her.