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dontwantmebackTitle: From There To Here, From Here To There
Fandom: Stargate: Atlantis/Veronica Mars/Heroes/Iron Man/Once Upon A Time/Stargate: SG-1
Pairing: John Sheppard/Veronica Mars
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Rockstar AU
Length: 1291 words
Sam and Cameron met the first week of deployment. They grew up half a country away from one another and would have never met had they not both joined up to the reserves, been assigned to the same unit. They hit it off immediately, were the best of friends by the time they went home and Cameron had never met anyone who just got him the way Sam did. He told her about wanting to be a pilot as a child, until his father's accident and about how he'd never really found a dream after that. She told him about a half dozen degrees in physics and not being able to find work with them all, not even teaching subjects she obviously knew better than anyone. He told her about being the odd man out in a huge military family, she told him about being an outcast in the scientific community, just because she was a woman.
They kept in touch for a few years after going home, travelled to see each other a few times, never really satisfied with their lives, often expressing how meeting up was the highlight of the year. Neither had much luck dating, joked a lot that they should just marry one another and be done with the whole bother. The year they both turned thirty-five, they did the next best thing.
It was Cameron who saw the place in Fergus Falls for sale, and Sam agreed to it the second he told her. There was nothing keeping either of them where they were. So they bought the place and dropped very thing, moved up north. Painted 'Sam &Cam's' on the sign and opened a bed and breakfast. Neither knew much of anything about running a business, but Sam was great with numbers and Cameron was great with people, so they made it work somehow. The first year had more than its fair share of bumps; they learned pretty quickly that Sam couldn't be trusted to even help in the kitchen without risking a destroyed meal, and Cameron shouldn't be given a hammer without risk of bodily harm. So even though Cameron was no chef, he took over cooking, and even though Sam was no handyman, she took over keeping their new place maintained.
The year was tough. They put everything they had into that little building in the middle of nowhere and saw very little in the way of returns and at the end of the first year they sat down in the sun room with coffee and a big empty house around them, and agreed that they could hang on one more year. They couldn't expect to be amazing right out of the gates, were willing to put the work into it to get there. They both enjoyed the challenge, the having to learn something new every day and having to use what they knew. It wasn't where they had imagined themselves, but it was better than what they'd had and they were, for the first time in years, content with their lives.
Things got better. They were able to keep their heads above water, even bring in enough to have a contractor out to build an addition, add on an extra room. They gave all the rooms silly names at Cameron's insistence; people liked a little character, he argued, and Sam protested until the day he had her screw the name-plates beside the doors that it was ridiculous. It turned out Cameron was right, though, and once their website had changed to show the new changes their reservations went up by a third, people coming just to stay in a certain room. The real boost, though, came another year later when in the middle of winter, their slowest time, Sam suddenly took a reservation for some music tour that had gotten stuck behind a closed interstate due to a snowstorm. The pair had a good laugh at their expense before even knowing who was coming, wondering what kind of no-brain musicians were coming that they hadn't checked the weather. The blizzard warning had been out for two days.
Real big-name celebrities like Veronica Mars and John Sheppard walking in was the last thing Sam and Cameron would have expected. They were the kind of people who came with bodyguards and a harried manager who had a tablet more or less glued to his hand. They weren't the sort of people who normally stopped by a little place like Sam & Cam's. Cameron thought he did a very good job of acting like a professional innkeeper or whatever he was and not acting at all like the huge John Sheppard fan he was.
Surprising still was the obvious aura about the two stars. A sort of intense sexual tension that made Cameron and Sam exchange a glance, agree without words that they must be sleeping together, or at very least wanted to. They didn't need to consult one another when the two decided they ought to share, for work, that they absolutely needed to be in the honeymoon suite, and they were in luck that it was available. Not only did they hope it would spur things along, if they hadn't already started, but it was the only room in the place Cameron would deem acceptable for celebrities, and Sam had learned long ago that it was easier to just not argue with her business partner's eccentricities.
For a while, Sam and Cameron were convinced the two were actually up there working; they heard stuttering music and hesitant singing every time they walked by the room, and Sam made the effort to walk by more than usual just to ease Cameron's curiosity.
"No way we were wrong," Cameron announced that evening after they'd cleaned up from dinner, and Sam gave him a bemused look in return.
"You know, I never would have guessed you were so interested in celebrity relationships."
"I'm not really. But you can't tell me you didn't think it too."
"Maybe it was nothing."
"You can cut that tension with a butter knife."
"So we were wrong."
Cameron shook his head. "I'll bet you ten bucks they've jumped each other by morning."
Sam just rolled her eyes and dropped a dish towel over Cameron's head, announcing she was going to go around and make sure everyone was okay for the night. By the time she came back down it was late, and they had to pause on their way to bed to tell John and Veronica, as they had insisted on being called, that it was a bad idea to go out and play in the snow like children, Sam citing some facts and figures and Cameron just covering her mouth with his hand and saying more simply that they were likely to get themselves lost out there if they strayed at all, so stay close to the lights.
He stayed up and listened to the laughing pair outside, wondering what it was about them that made them both be such different people together than he'd ever seen them apart. And he'd seen a lot, enjoyed daytime TV in a way most grown men shouldn't.
The next day, late morning and Cameron was sitting downstairs with John, chatting about their favourite country artists, the only singer between them plying bits and pieces of music on his worn guitar when Cameron couldn't quite remember something about a song. Sam came down from tidying up the rooms, it was her week and it had been unlucky for her that they'd had more guests than they normally would that time of year.
Cameron cocked an eyebrow at her curiously, and Sam just sighed and passed him a ten dollar bill as she walked by.
Fandom: Stargate: Atlantis/Veronica Mars/Heroes/Iron Man/Once Upon A Time/Stargate: SG-1
Pairing: John Sheppard/Veronica Mars
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Rockstar AU
Length: 1291 words
Sam and Cameron met the first week of deployment. They grew up half a country away from one another and would have never met had they not both joined up to the reserves, been assigned to the same unit. They hit it off immediately, were the best of friends by the time they went home and Cameron had never met anyone who just got him the way Sam did. He told her about wanting to be a pilot as a child, until his father's accident and about how he'd never really found a dream after that. She told him about a half dozen degrees in physics and not being able to find work with them all, not even teaching subjects she obviously knew better than anyone. He told her about being the odd man out in a huge military family, she told him about being an outcast in the scientific community, just because she was a woman.
They kept in touch for a few years after going home, travelled to see each other a few times, never really satisfied with their lives, often expressing how meeting up was the highlight of the year. Neither had much luck dating, joked a lot that they should just marry one another and be done with the whole bother. The year they both turned thirty-five, they did the next best thing.
It was Cameron who saw the place in Fergus Falls for sale, and Sam agreed to it the second he told her. There was nothing keeping either of them where they were. So they bought the place and dropped very thing, moved up north. Painted 'Sam &Cam's' on the sign and opened a bed and breakfast. Neither knew much of anything about running a business, but Sam was great with numbers and Cameron was great with people, so they made it work somehow. The first year had more than its fair share of bumps; they learned pretty quickly that Sam couldn't be trusted to even help in the kitchen without risking a destroyed meal, and Cameron shouldn't be given a hammer without risk of bodily harm. So even though Cameron was no chef, he took over cooking, and even though Sam was no handyman, she took over keeping their new place maintained.
The year was tough. They put everything they had into that little building in the middle of nowhere and saw very little in the way of returns and at the end of the first year they sat down in the sun room with coffee and a big empty house around them, and agreed that they could hang on one more year. They couldn't expect to be amazing right out of the gates, were willing to put the work into it to get there. They both enjoyed the challenge, the having to learn something new every day and having to use what they knew. It wasn't where they had imagined themselves, but it was better than what they'd had and they were, for the first time in years, content with their lives.
Things got better. They were able to keep their heads above water, even bring in enough to have a contractor out to build an addition, add on an extra room. They gave all the rooms silly names at Cameron's insistence; people liked a little character, he argued, and Sam protested until the day he had her screw the name-plates beside the doors that it was ridiculous. It turned out Cameron was right, though, and once their website had changed to show the new changes their reservations went up by a third, people coming just to stay in a certain room. The real boost, though, came another year later when in the middle of winter, their slowest time, Sam suddenly took a reservation for some music tour that had gotten stuck behind a closed interstate due to a snowstorm. The pair had a good laugh at their expense before even knowing who was coming, wondering what kind of no-brain musicians were coming that they hadn't checked the weather. The blizzard warning had been out for two days.
Real big-name celebrities like Veronica Mars and John Sheppard walking in was the last thing Sam and Cameron would have expected. They were the kind of people who came with bodyguards and a harried manager who had a tablet more or less glued to his hand. They weren't the sort of people who normally stopped by a little place like Sam & Cam's. Cameron thought he did a very good job of acting like a professional innkeeper or whatever he was and not acting at all like the huge John Sheppard fan he was.
Surprising still was the obvious aura about the two stars. A sort of intense sexual tension that made Cameron and Sam exchange a glance, agree without words that they must be sleeping together, or at very least wanted to. They didn't need to consult one another when the two decided they ought to share, for work, that they absolutely needed to be in the honeymoon suite, and they were in luck that it was available. Not only did they hope it would spur things along, if they hadn't already started, but it was the only room in the place Cameron would deem acceptable for celebrities, and Sam had learned long ago that it was easier to just not argue with her business partner's eccentricities.
For a while, Sam and Cameron were convinced the two were actually up there working; they heard stuttering music and hesitant singing every time they walked by the room, and Sam made the effort to walk by more than usual just to ease Cameron's curiosity.
"No way we were wrong," Cameron announced that evening after they'd cleaned up from dinner, and Sam gave him a bemused look in return.
"You know, I never would have guessed you were so interested in celebrity relationships."
"I'm not really. But you can't tell me you didn't think it too."
"Maybe it was nothing."
"You can cut that tension with a butter knife."
"So we were wrong."
Cameron shook his head. "I'll bet you ten bucks they've jumped each other by morning."
Sam just rolled her eyes and dropped a dish towel over Cameron's head, announcing she was going to go around and make sure everyone was okay for the night. By the time she came back down it was late, and they had to pause on their way to bed to tell John and Veronica, as they had insisted on being called, that it was a bad idea to go out and play in the snow like children, Sam citing some facts and figures and Cameron just covering her mouth with his hand and saying more simply that they were likely to get themselves lost out there if they strayed at all, so stay close to the lights.
He stayed up and listened to the laughing pair outside, wondering what it was about them that made them both be such different people together than he'd ever seen them apart. And he'd seen a lot, enjoyed daytime TV in a way most grown men shouldn't.
The next day, late morning and Cameron was sitting downstairs with John, chatting about their favourite country artists, the only singer between them plying bits and pieces of music on his worn guitar when Cameron couldn't quite remember something about a song. Sam came down from tidying up the rooms, it was her week and it had been unlucky for her that they'd had more guests than they normally would that time of year.
Cameron cocked an eyebrow at her curiously, and Sam just sighed and passed him a ten dollar bill as she walked by.