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[lizardbeth]

Seen at panthology's place -

Your challenge is to write crossover fanfiction combining Stargate SG1 and NASCAR.
The story should use unclogging a toilet as a plot device!

Generated by the Terrible Crossover Fanfiction Idea Generator

It's a good thing I know next to nothing about NASCAR ...

ETA: And lyssie had to remind me that Michael Trucco likes NASCAR. So now I have committed MT/Sam Carter flirting at the track wee!fic down in the comments .

I seem to have misplaced the toilet unclogging part of the challenge though... bummer.

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[lyssie.livejournal.com]

Now, now, you could write RPF of Trucco at the racetrack...

SEE WHAT YOU HAVE DONE THERE?

[lizardbeth-j.livejournal.com]

Sam glanced up at the tall guy standing next to her at the railing. He was wearing a nicely snug t-shirt, sunglasses, and a baseball cap, and carrying a beer in a plastic cup.

"What did you say?" she asked him to repeat, now that the roar of the intros had died down.

"Your favorite driver?" he asked.

"Michelle Solis, of course," she answered, with a grin. "You?"

"She's young," he said, "Maybe next year. Rudy's gonna kick her ass. Michael," he held out his free hand.

She shook it. "Sam Carter." She thought about adding her title, but decided it would raise more questions than she wanted to answer, especialy when she was in her motorcycle gear.

"Sam?" he repeated with a quick bright grin. "I play a guy named Sam."

"Play? you're an actor?" she guessed. Not that it was a big surprise, looking like that.

He shrugged, trying vainly to look modest, and succeeding in looking really proud of himself. "Yeah. Television."

"Oh, sorry," she said, "I don't watch a lot of t.v. Too busy with my work."

He shrugged, taking a swig of his beer. "So what do you do?"

"Air Force, physics," she answered briefly, leaving out the aliens and star travel and all that stuff he'd have no interest in, even if she could talk about it.

"I played a fighter pilot once," he offered, making her smile, waited a beat and added, "Navy."

She narrowed her eyes at him in pretended offense. "Figures."

"Buy you a beer?" he asked, nodding down at her empty cup.

Figuring flirting with minor celebrities was part of the fun when she was in her black leather pants at a car race, she answered, "Sure."

And when he turned away to raise a hand and call over one of the sellers, she turned her cell off. The end of the world would have to wait until after the race.

Re: SEE WHAT YOU HAVE DONE THERE?

[lyssie.livejournal.com]

I SEE WHAT YOU DID THERE.

That would, um, yes. Be hot. But also dorky. And awesome. AND SAM IN LEATHER PANTS.

Re: SEE WHAT YOU HAVE DONE THERE?

[lizardbeth-j.livejournal.com]

He would love her job SO MUCH.

And of course leather pants. He likes hot chicks who ride bikes.

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[rose-griffes.livejournal.com]

He shrugged, trying vainly to look modest, and succeeding in looking really proud of himself.

*snickers*

Someday I'll have to actually watch that Stargate thing.