sg_lab2

Title: Costume
Author: sg_lab
Summary: Cam has a costume for Daniel to wear Halloween night
Pairings/Characters: Daniel/Cam, Sam
Rating: G
Beta: No
Disclaimer: Not mine
A/N: A picture of what they were wearing at the end of the fic. and what inspired the fic

Daniel was a little surprised by how dark it was in his and Cam’s apartment when he entered. Something caught him by surprise jumping out at him. His hand automatically went to his leg only to find there was no gun. He blinked and saw two beady eyes staring at him and a bizarre laugh emanating out of it.

“Cam!”

The lights came on and Cameron came into the living room grinning like an idiot.

Daniel blinked several times trying to adjust to the sudden light. When he could focus, he looked at the fake skeleton with orange glowing eyes.

“You’re lucky I didn’t have my gun,” Daniel said.

“Come on,” Cam said. “We gotta get changed.”

“Changed for what?” Daniel eyed the other man.

“The trick-or-treaters. I got our costumes in the bedroom,” Came turned toward their bedroom.

“What costumes?” Daniel asked. “I’m not wearing a costume.”

“Oh come on,” Cam said continuing to the bedroom with a bounce in his step.

Daniel reluctantly followed the other man.

SB

“I am not wearing this!” Daniel held out the costume by the tips of his fingers wearing a disgusted look.

“I tried to get you an Indiana Jones costume, but it was last minute and I couldn’t find a brown leather jacket and brown fedora. And trying to find a whip?” Cam shook his head. “Impossible.”

“Do you seriously think I’d dress up like that second rate archeologist? He’s always getting chased by Nazi’s,” Daniel was staring at his lover.

“Daniel, you’ve been getting chased by aliens on a regular basis for ten years, I don’t think you have much room to argue,” Cam said.

Daniel hesitated for a moment and tipping his head to the side he gave it a slight nod conceding the point unhappily.

SB

A couple of hours later trick-or-treating was winding down. There were a few families in the apartment building with young children. For the previous hour Daniel and Cam received a mixture of odd responses. There were a couple of horrified looks from some mothers and a couple of lascivious looks from some other mothers.

There was a knock at the door and Daniel opened holding the bowl of treats.

Sam bent over holding her stomach as she tried but failed to hold back the laughter. Soon she was on the floor with her back pressed against the door frame. “I tho…I thought,” she had to take a deep breath before continuing. “I thought you burned those outfits. I did.”

“Cam,” Daniel called over his shoulder. “You’re sleeping on the couch tonight.”