Title: The List
Author: mysticalweather
Very short, purely sickening fluff - you have been warned
Established relationship
I haven't quite got these two characters down, as this is my first attempt at S/B fic. But I hope you at least get a little bit of enjoyment from it.
Spoilers for: Wormhole X-treme, Smoke and Mirrors, Resurrection, and Insiders (S10)
Thanks to Meg for the beta and encouragement (as always).
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"Okay, I think that takes care of family and people we work with," Malcolm Barrett said as he finished writing on the notebook in front of him. "Who else?"
Sam bit her bottom lip thoughtfully and shrugged, "Isn't that it?"
"What about our mutual friends?"
"Mutual friends?" Sam repeated, her blue eyes narrowing in confusion. Who else was there? "Such as..."
"Like...I don't know...Martin Lloyd."
Sam coughed out a laugh of surprise, "Are you serious? You want to invite a paranoid alien to our wedding?"
Malcolm just shrugged innocently, "Well, he was basically the reason we met. I figure we owe him one."
"Oh yeah, there's nothing like being tied to a chair to get a girl's attention."
"Well, that part wasn't his fault. Besides, it worked, didn't it?"
"Not at first," Sam pointed out.
Malcolm shrugged, "Well, I'm nothing if not persistant."
"So I noticed. Like when you tried fondling me on a public street."
Malcolm faked a hurt look. "Hey! I was protecting you from an explosion."
"Uh-huh, " Sam said, looking unimpressed.
"Besides, the way I understand it, you got a little touchy-feely with me during that whole episode with Anna in LA."
"You were out cold on the floor, I was checking for your pulse!"
"So you claim," Malcolm replied, raising an eyebrow in disbelief. "But I'm starting to think otherwise."
"At least I saved you from Ba'al," Sam pointed out, a smug look on her face.
Malcolm smiled and planted a kiss on Sam's head, "Yeah, I can't argue with you there."
"Good."
"I do have one question, though."
"What?"
"Does this mean...Martin's not invited?"
Sam laughed and tossed a pillow at Malcolm's head.
"Well?"
"Fine, he can come. But only if we can invite Leo, too."
Malcolm shook his head in amusement, "Illegal arms dealers, top secret military teams, NID, and aliens...what a wedding this'll be."
"The mind boggles," Sam agreed.
"You thinking what I'm thinking?" Malcolm asked, arching an eyebrow.
They looked each other in the eye and smiled.
"Vegas," they said together.
The End