Disclaimer: I do not own Stargate SG-1
A/N: This has been sitting on my harddrive, so, enjoy!
"I hate flying," Tremaine commented as he followed Amanda through the airport.
"Why is that?" Amanda asked as she glanced over her shoulder.
"I'm fairly certain it's because I distrust travel that begins with the phrase, 'In case of emergency'."
Amanda laughed delightedly, "You do know that flying is safer than driving?"
"It's faster," Tremaine commented, "that's for sure. So, who is meeting us?"
"My brother Cas," Amanda said, "in the luggage claim area."
"Older brother, right," Tremaine asked, his eyes drifting to follow a group of girls in cheerleader outfits.
"Tremaine," Amanda snapped, punching his shoulder.
"Ow," Tremaine muttered.
"Cas is my younger brother," Amanda replied. She put her hand on Tremaine arm and waved, "although, I'm not sure that I can get away with little anymore."
A tall, muscular young man came out of the crowd with a smile, "Amanda," he said, "what's up?"
"Not much, Cas," Amanda replied, hugging the man tightly. "How are you?"
"I'm good," Cas replied, he looked at Tremaine, "you must be Tremaine."
"He is," Amanda said, glancing over at Tremaine, "Tremaine, this is Marcus, or Cas. Marcus, this is Tremaine."
"Nice to meet you," Cas said, offering his hand.
"You as well," Tremaine said, clasping his hand.
The alert for the baggage carousel sounded, and Tremaine turned to watch the bags appear. He moved through the gathering crowd quickly, his large size and easy grace giving him space easily. "He's quiet," Cas said, glancing down at his sister.
Amanda lifted a single shoulder, "That's Tremaine. He doesn't like to say much of anything, unless he knows the people he's talking to."
"Are you going to tell people you're dating?" Cas asked.
Amanda laughed, "I'm going to do the same thing I do on base. I spend time with him, and let everyone assume what they will."
"Why does that sound like something you learned from Dad?" Cas asked.
"Because he used to say something like that," Amanda said.
"Hey, does someone want to grab one of these," Tremaine interjected, "I need a free hand here." He held out Amanda's dress bag, which Cas quickly took. "Thanks," Tremaine said. He leaned in and scooped up a final bag, Amanda recognized it as his so-called war bag.
"Is this everything?" Cas asked.
"Yes," Amanda replied. "I packed light." She headed for the exit, ignoring the look between her brother and her friend, even though she could almost hear them thinking "light?"
"I parked just across the street," Cas said, speeding up to walk beside Amanda, "rock star parking."
"Great, let's go!" Amanda said.