Who: Samantha Carter, Sara Lance, and Martouf What: Another awkward morning Where: Their room at the clown motel When: Monday morning Warnings: tbd Status: closed/in progress
Sam woke up and immediately realized she was, once again, not where she'd gone to sleep. It was really getting pretty old. Next to her was a blonde woman that she didn't recognize. At least it was... she rolled over in the middle of that thought and saw Martouf in the other bed. Of course. The dome sucked sometimes. The woman beside her stirred and they both sat up and saw the motif of the room at the same time.
"What the fuck?" the other woman asked.
"I have no idea," Sam said. "Uh... I'm Sam."
Huffing, the blonde replied, "Sara." She glanced over Sam's shoulder and spotted the guy in the next bed. "Who's that?"
"That's Martouf," Sam said. "I know him." And sharing a room with him was going to be awkward. Again.
Sara could tell by Sam's tone that they more than knew each other in a casual way. However long they were here was bound to be interesting.