trans_9 | Pray this can't be the way

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Pray this can't be the way

He appreciated having a room to himself, even if it was clearly designed for a second party as well. For now, it was his alone. He appreciated that.

The room was about all he really appreciated since the attack of the crew-zombies. The idea was far more cool on paper than it was actually sitting on the roof of the Vatican, mowing down potential crewmates. Still, it was better than mowing down familiar ones. He appreciated that, too.

He appreciated the cute, glowy new look for Stacy, too.

He didn't appreciate the idea of his universe destroyed by something they'd never even gotten the chance to see--let alone fight. He didn't like the idea of being one of the last survivors of his own universe. Whether or not Ronon and Jackson counted as his own universe or another. He appreciated the cute voice. He didn't believe it. He wouldn't believe it, even if she showed him the destruction. None of this was necessarily real. He functioned within it as he needed to, but he wasn't about to fall for something SG-1 already fell for before. The zombies didn't exactly make the place more credible, either.

He frowned, studying the food goop in front of him.

His home-his family. Everyone and every thing he cared about was not gone. He wouldn't leave it to chance and hope that some of the people he cared about might have been alive--he wouldn't accept that their survival meant the deaths of an entire universe were acceptable losses. He wasn't about to accept a 'might' for saving all of them, if they did someone else's dirty work for them. That wasn't how he did things. He wouldn't be manipulated, and...he refused to believe that SG-1 failed. That Stargate Command, and all of their allies failed to protect not just their galaxy, but their universe.

He refused to believe he'd failed to do the one thing that mattered. He couldn't. Not now...not ever.

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He offered her a wide smile. "I trust you." He did, to a point.

"Why? You don't know me from Andrew," Tempe said, not even realizing that she'd once again got a saying wrong. Such was her life.

"I do, too." He gave a cheeky smile. "Andrew's a good friend've mine."

See this Cam? You get this look now:

"That's not what I was saying!"

Oh, she, like most scientists, was cute when she gt flustered. He shrugged, and grinned. "Then I'll make you a deal. I'll extend you free trust credit this time. You hold up your end of the promise, I trust you from now on, no Andrews involved. You don't, I cease to trust you any longer."

She would have to just take the bet if she wanted to know how serious he was about that.

"You are a very strange man," Tempe pointed out with an annoyed sigh. But really, she did not get him at all or why he was willing to trust someone he'd just met.

"Why do you want me to watch those movies?" She asked, deciding she needed to know more before she made a rational decision.

"I prefer memorable." She could go with whatever helped her through the night, though. "Because...you just fought off a hoarde of zombies, and you've never even seen where they came from. At the very least, that should be worth some research benefit."

"I'm sorry but have you done anything within the last ten minutes that could be considered memorable?" Tempe asked quite seriously because she couldn't think of anything.

Again he gets an 'are you serious' look from Tempe. "How can watching a zombie movie be considered credible research?" She eyed him for a minute before continuing on. "That would be almost the same as watching a pornographic movie to research human mating rituals."

"I'd answer that, but I don't think it's polite to remind you." He shrugged. Hey, if she forgot about the chowder, it couldn't have been important enough to get irritated at him about.

He squinted at the woman a moment. "You know...I once suggested that to my biology teacher."

Oh don't fret so Cam, Tempe hasn't forgotten about the chowder. She will remember it forever.

"You really don't believe that pornographic movies can be considered good research... Do you?" She tilted her head a little to the side. "I would think that the fact that the actors are obviously faking their sexual attraction to each other and the female more often than not faking her orgasm would be obvious to people watching them."

She shook her head, "And while I understand the voyeuristic appeal of watching such a thing, I honestly don't understand the appeal of subjecting ones self to watching the whole thing."

He arched an eyebrow at the woman. He was beginning to think this wasn't a scientist thing. This might actually be a Doctor Brenan thing. Or it could be a Doctor Brennan's Universe thing.

"I was sixteen at the time, Doctor Brennan. It was a fascinating research subject." Maybe she was really, really good at deadpan jokes. He could applaud her for that. He had trouble not cracking a smile whenever he tried.

"It's not Night of the Buxom, Highly Attractive Dead, Doctor Brennan."

"Well of course a sixteen year old is going to find pornography fascinating as their hormone levels are generally all over the place." Tempe shrugged. Sadly Tempe doesn't think this is a weird conversation to be having.

"You still don't think that it is a fascinating research subject do you?" Yes, she's getting nosy, and no, she doesn't care.

"What? What are you talking about? Is there zombie pornography out there? Now that is just disgusting."

Naturally.

"Why, are you looking for a research partner?" Well, if she was going to there, then he could fire right back accordingly. Fair play. And, as...enthralling as the subject could be, she was getting off of the zombie path he'd rightly set her on.

"Doctor Brennan, for every successful movie, there is a pornographic substitute." And God save movie night, should Vala ever make that connnection.

She arches a brow, "I don't need a research partner. I'm quite well versed in that subject matter. I have yet to have a complaint." No she's not bragging, she's just stating the facts.

Her nose wrinkled a little. "And people actually watch it? Disgusting."

"I've no doubt you haven't." He shrugged. It was a better response than 'you started it, woman', at any rate.

"Hey, there are a lot of curious sixteen year olds in dire need of research."

"With zombie pornography?" She shakes her head and then eyes him again. "Have you watched Zombie pornography? I mean it would make sense seeing as you know it's out there."

He gave her a long, blank look, before shaking his head, and summoning a wry chuckle. "I prefer women with their skin intact and alive, Doctor Brennan. Rotting off in strips on the dance-floor isn't really my thing."

"Well you never know. People have odd fantasies," she shrugged. "I have to say that you saying that is mildly comforting, I would have steered clear of you if you had found zombies attractive."

"I would generally advise steering clear of anyone who finds zombies attractive, yeah." Especially in a place where that was an option.

"That probably won't be a problem as I've generally managed to steer clear of most of those onboard this thing."

"Most of them?"

"Well I'm talking to you aren't I?" she pointed out.

He arched an eyebrow. "I'm a 'them'?"

"You've given me no other reason to believe otherwise," Tempe shrugged.

"I've offered you pie. Two of them."

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