Welp :V the Father's Day thing being a bust apparently had the aftereffect of leaving me with a yen to post something Sammy. (It's from Sam's pov, y'see.) So here you go: a ficlet about something that could have happened during the brief existence of the X-Corps (Paris Branch), inspired by a comment Monet made in X-Factor.
This is total fluff. Enjoy!
A Good Start
At 5am, Sam got up and got dressed, intending to head to the gym for an early workout. He opened his bedroom door only to find someone standing outside.
"Oh, good," Rictor said around a yawn. "Saves me knocking." He was unshaven, dressed in rumpled boxers and a robe, and holding a covered silver tray.
"Don't usually see you this early," Sam commented.
"Because I'm sane," Rictor mumbled back. "I had to get up obscenely early to make you breakfast in bed, so you get back in bed or I'll kick your ass." The threat was half-lost in another yawn.
"Breakfast in bed?" Sam repeated.
"I couldn't think of what to get you." Despite looking half-asleep, Rictor managed to keep the tray steady with just one hand as he lifted the lid to reveal a stack of perfectly golden pancakes, a small bottle of syrup, a bowl of strawberries in thick cream, two hard-boiled eggs in little cups, sausages, hash browns, coffee, orange juice, and neatly-arranged utensils. There was also a piece of cardstock half-tucked under the napkin that read, in Rictor's looping scrawl, "Happy Birthday Sam! ♥ Ric".
Sam grinned and headed back to his (already made) bed. Rictor followed, setting the tray on Sam's lap when he had himself arranged, and then crawled onto the bed beside him and promptly fell asleep with his face mashed into Sam's pillow.
Sam just shook his head and cracked an egg. He didn't know how Rictor had developed the skill of producing amazing breakfasts while practically sleepwalking, but he couldn't have asked for a better present.
;3
This is total fluff. Enjoy!
A Good Start
At 5am, Sam got up and got dressed, intending to head to the gym for an early workout. He opened his bedroom door only to find someone standing outside.
"Oh, good," Rictor said around a yawn. "Saves me knocking." He was unshaven, dressed in rumpled boxers and a robe, and holding a covered silver tray.
"Don't usually see you this early," Sam commented.
"Because I'm sane," Rictor mumbled back. "I had to get up obscenely early to make you breakfast in bed, so you get back in bed or I'll kick your ass." The threat was half-lost in another yawn.
"Breakfast in bed?" Sam repeated.
"I couldn't think of what to get you." Despite looking half-asleep, Rictor managed to keep the tray steady with just one hand as he lifted the lid to reveal a stack of perfectly golden pancakes, a small bottle of syrup, a bowl of strawberries in thick cream, two hard-boiled eggs in little cups, sausages, hash browns, coffee, orange juice, and neatly-arranged utensils. There was also a piece of cardstock half-tucked under the napkin that read, in Rictor's looping scrawl, "Happy Birthday Sam! ♥ Ric".
Sam grinned and headed back to his (already made) bed. Rictor followed, setting the tray on Sam's lap when he had himself arranged, and then crawled onto the bed beside him and promptly fell asleep with his face mashed into Sam's pillow.
Sam just shook his head and cracked an egg. He didn't know how Rictor had developed the skill of producing amazing breakfasts while practically sleepwalking, but he couldn't have asked for a better present.
;3
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Date: 2008-06-19 09:34 pm (UTC)But dammit now, I need to add Sam/Ric to my 'ship list.
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Date: 2008-06-20 10:56 am (UTC)For the record, this is not a Sam/Ric fic. Don't let the "♥ Ric" throw you -- that's just the only way I've seen him sign anything. (He has really girly handwriting, too. I used to have an icon of a note he wrote.) However, there is love. It's just a lot more platonic and/or fraternal. In fact, my personal opinion is that Sam is a big fat zero on the Kinsey scale, which is to say, 100% heterosexual. I am aware that there are a lot of people who disagree with me on this, and occasional produce lovely fiction to illustrate their ideas. ;3
However, Sam/Ric is actually pretty rare, so far as I know. I've only ever seen three fics that had it, all of which already had a Ric/Star established relationship, and two of which were the most depressing PWPs+angstburger I've ever run across that did not involve assassins contemplating suicide. *nods*
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Date: 2008-06-20 04:43 pm (UTC)I did read a good Ric/Star/Sam threesome once a few years back. No angst, I think they were stuck in a snowed-in cabin or something.
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Date: 2008-06-22 08:44 pm (UTC)You did tell me you could ship anyway. Now I have seen it in action! XD
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Date: 2008-06-23 01:17 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-06-23 03:05 am (UTC)