Title: Type
Chapter: Drabble
Characters/Pairings: Beni, Rick, Henderson/Burns
Spoilers/Warning: Slash
Summary: Quick conversations between/about the Americans.
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Author's Note: Randomly found half of this on my external hard drive so I thought I'd finish it and share.


"I don't think you have anything to worry about," Beni says with a smirk as he sidles up to Rick in front of the fire.

Rick frowns and swivels to look at Beni. "What?"

"She's not his type," Beni tells him, nodding in the direction Rick has been staring.

Rick rolls his eyes but looks back to where Burns is leaning against a rather large column smiling easily and nodding intermittentedly as Evelyn animatedly explains the meanings of some of the hieroglyphics they'd found that morning stamped into the columns dotting the landscape. For his part, Burns looks genuinely interested in what she has to say and only encourages her brief (or not so brief) history lesson by asking question after question.

"Beni," Rick says matter-of-factly, leveling a look at his slippery friend. "Look at her. She's everyone's type."

"I wouldn't be so sure," Beni tells him in that sing-song tone he likes so much.

He nods again, to the left this time, at Burns' friends. Both of them, and the Egyptologist, are sitting around their campfire discussing their next move. Well, Daniels and the Egyptologist are discussing their next move. Henderson, on the other hand, is staring intently over Daniels' shoulder at Evelyn and Burns. His brooding expression, Rick notices with surprise, mirrors his own.

"They have their own tents," Beni continues conversationally. He glances at O'Connell slyly and adds, "But they never stay in them."

Rick watches, digesting this new information, as Henderson suddenly stands and strides across the small camp to where Evy and Burns are deep in conversation. The American is smiling uncomfortably, baring his canines unconsciously, as he approaches. He greets Evy with a false, hollow 'hello' before slipping his arm around the shorter man's shoulders. The gesture could easily be mistaken as brotherly affection; that is, until Henderson turns his attention to Burns. There's no mistaking the happy, content way the two men are gazing at each other and, with a surprised grunt, Rick realizes that no, Evy is definitely not Burns' type.

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