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She Moves (In Mysterious Ways) by svmadelyn (T)
Fandom: Terminator / Terminator: the Sarah Connor Chronicles
Pairing: Cameron/Morris, kind of. More gen, really.
Length: 2740 words
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svmadelyn
Author Website: Medication for Sleep Deprivation
Why this must be read: So, here's a fun entry into a rarely-comedic fandom that looks at Cameron, John, and the odd "sibling" relationship between them from an outsider's perspective, specifically that of Morris from shop class in season 1. This story is short and fun, and it reminds me more than a bit of the early seasons of Buffy, where our heroes do what they do and everyone else is completely clueless and attempting to rationalize.
She Moves (In Mysterious Ways)
Pairing: Cameron/Morris, kind of. More gen, really.
Length: 2740 words
Author on LJ:
svmadelynAuthor Website: Medication for Sleep Deprivation
Why this must be read: So, here's a fun entry into a rarely-comedic fandom that looks at Cameron, John, and the odd "sibling" relationship between them from an outsider's perspective, specifically that of Morris from shop class in season 1. This story is short and fun, and it reminds me more than a bit of the early seasons of Buffy, where our heroes do what they do and everyone else is completely clueless and attempting to rationalize.
"I like cars," she tells him, eyeing her dress critically. "Is this wrinkled?"
"No, no," he says, daring to peer a little closer at the shape of her leg under the fabric.
"It's perfect," he breathes.
"We are about to be hit by a Chevrolet Silverado Two-Mode Hybrid," she tells him.
"Ahhhhhh!" Morris screams and pulls the car, screeching, over to the side.
"It is safe now," she tells him, when he doesn't pull out immediately.
"I know, I--oh," he half-yells. "That was close!"
"It is still safe," she says, looking over his shoulder, watching the cars pass by.
"Uh, thanks," he says, straightening in his seat awkwardly, and they drive over to the gym in silence.
"So, did I tell you that you look really awesome tonight? Really pretty?" he amends quickly, jumping out of the car, but he doesn't manage to get out fast enough to open her door.
"Yes. Three times. Thank you," she says, brushing at her dress again. It's green and long and swishy, and fits her like a glove. He can't even look at her without his palms getting sweaty.
"Did your mom do your hair?" he asks, just desperate to make conversation so he won't keep looking at her and making an idiot of himself.
"I read eight issues of Cosmopolitan magazine and decided this was a contemporary style that would complement my attire." At his blank look, she amends, "My dress. My hair looks good with my dress."
"Yeah," he grins. "It really does. Wait!" he says, as she starts heading for the gym doors. "I didn't give you your corsage!" She tilts her head again, and man, does he love when she does that. It shows she's really *thinking* about what he's saying, and most girls don't pay him much attention.
"My corsage? Okay," she nods.
"I had your brother scan a picture of your dress. I know you told me it was green, but like, there's a lot of shades of green and I wanted to get it right."
"I see," she nods. "Getting it right is good."
"No, no," he says, daring to peer a little closer at the shape of her leg under the fabric.
"It's perfect," he breathes.
"We are about to be hit by a Chevrolet Silverado Two-Mode Hybrid," she tells him.
"Ahhhhhh!" Morris screams and pulls the car, screeching, over to the side.
"It is safe now," she tells him, when he doesn't pull out immediately.
"I know, I--oh," he half-yells. "That was close!"
"It is still safe," she says, looking over his shoulder, watching the cars pass by.
"Uh, thanks," he says, straightening in his seat awkwardly, and they drive over to the gym in silence.
"So, did I tell you that you look really awesome tonight? Really pretty?" he amends quickly, jumping out of the car, but he doesn't manage to get out fast enough to open her door.
"Yes. Three times. Thank you," she says, brushing at her dress again. It's green and long and swishy, and fits her like a glove. He can't even look at her without his palms getting sweaty.
"Did your mom do your hair?" he asks, just desperate to make conversation so he won't keep looking at her and making an idiot of himself.
"I read eight issues of Cosmopolitan magazine and decided this was a contemporary style that would complement my attire." At his blank look, she amends, "My dress. My hair looks good with my dress."
"Yeah," he grins. "It really does. Wait!" he says, as she starts heading for the gym doors. "I didn't give you your corsage!" She tilts her head again, and man, does he love when she does that. It shows she's really *thinking* about what he's saying, and most girls don't pay him much attention.
"My corsage? Okay," she nods.
"I had your brother scan a picture of your dress. I know you told me it was green, but like, there's a lot of shades of green and I wanted to get it right."
"I see," she nods. "Getting it right is good."
She Moves (In Mysterious Ways)