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Sam and Palmer

It really is a felony that I haven't written them more than twice hshajjaj. Also there aren't enough options that encapsulate 'smaller, confident one is in charge and the big usually confident one doesn't know how to handle that and is easily flustered by innuendo'

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You’ve genuinely gotten me into Saram Wrap with the two things you’ve done on it 😂

akdjchis thanks??

Tbh though it's such a good dynamic??? Fandom is happy to hilight how John is a shithead little gremlin when he can get away with it, but Sam never had that pressure of leadership on him like John did.

I feel like Sam would be more open, more likely to interact with other Spartans outside BT in a casual, friendly way (I mean, they're Spartans!!) and more prone to smartassery and humor than his teammates. In a way, I feel like Sam 034 is closer to the man John would have been had be not been Blue Leader.

And then there's Sarah. Sarah, my beloved sarcastic queen bitch of Infinity. Just. -gestures at the whole woman-

They'd be great together. They are great together.

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Stayed up till 3am to get this out of my head or I would have DIED.

He would have pulled her snug against him, had they not both been in armor. Instead, Sam had to content himself with standing barely a hand's breadth in front of Commander Palmer as he looked down at her.

John watched with mild interest, and no small amount of joy, tinged with annoyance as it was. They were due to leave any second...but as he watched them, he couldn't bring himself to call out to Sam. Not just yet.

Instead, he watched as a hand that could easily crumple steel like cardboard lifted toward Commander Palmer's face. Sam's expression softened as he traced Sarah's cheek with a feather-light touch, a faint wash of pink dusting his cheeks and nose as he smiled.

But as he leaned down to kiss her, a hand darted up between them and palmed Sam's face.

"Hey, save the mush. You have places to go and shop to wreck." Sarah said as she shoved Sam backwards. John heard Kelly barely stifle a snort over TEAMCOM as the giant Sam-034 stumbled backwards a few steps.

"Yes, sir." Sam replied as Sarah walked away. Just as he turned to join his teammates, Sarah called back to him.

"Oh, and Spartan?"

Sam paused and looked back.

"Come back in one piece. I expect some dick when you get home."

Sam was suddenly hyperaware of everyone else around him, and he could hear faint cackling emanating from the helmet in his right hand. He shoved the helmet over his head, face burning, and strode over to join Blue Team.

Nobody said anything for several seconds.

"Orders are orders, Sam." John finally said.

"I'd tell you to shut it, but not even the Admiral can make you behave." Sam sighed. Kelly shook her head, and Sam thought he could hear her stifle more laughter.

This was going to be a long ride.

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Aaaaand the AO3 link for the Sam 034 content. I might fuck around and write more.

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I was randomly struck with the idea that Sam-034 would 100% arm wrestle the IVs just Because He Can.

I did a thing.

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They never learned, and Sam was okay with that. They might have been Spartans, but they were young. Mostly. And none of them had the benefit (curse?) of the experience and training of the SPARTAN-II program.

Of course they couldn't resist an arm-wrestling challenge. He wasn't John, but the IIs were legends in their own right. However, he was surprised when Commander Palmer stepped out from behind the group.

"Commander." he nodded respectfully. "Can I help you?" He knew he wasn't doing anything against regs and even if he was, what was she going to do? Tell the Captain?

"Do I look like a damsel in distress to you, Spartan?" The Commander's eyebrow arched dangerously as her mouth curved into a smug grin.

"Oh, no ma'am." Sam put up his hands defensively.

Sarah quirked an eyebrow and grinned. "Then let's see what you've got."

"By all means." He gestured to the chair across from him. "Being beat in the War Games twice not a big enough sample size?"

She chuckled, and leaned forward slightly. "Oh, I'd never turn down another sample." Sarah set her arm on the table, hand open.

"Ready? Or do you need to stretch first, old man?"

Old man. That actually got a chuckle out of him.

He leaned back, stretching his shoulders so that the techsuit was tight over his pectorals, grinning the whole time.

"Stretching is a good idea at any age, ma'am." He leaned forward and set his arm on the table alongside hers; his bicep had to be as big as her thigh. He had this.

Sarah's grin softened into an easy smile, and he couldn't help but notice that - for a brief moment- her gaze had drifted down from his face, almost as if she was inspecting him. Then she cocked her head and met his eyes again. "Whenever you're ready."

He gripped her hand, and squeezed. Sarah squeezed back in kind.

"You going to hold my hand all day, or would you like to count off?" His eyes never left hers. She really was striking...similar to Kelly, but different...

"You guys need a referee?" Roland materialized on the nearby plinth, hands on his hips.

Sam blinked. The back of his hand hit the table.

Sarah kept her eyes focused on him, and a look of smug satisfaction crossed her face. "I don't think that will be necessary, Roland."

"Uh. Aye, ma'am." He disappeared just as quickly as he'd arrived.

Sam blinked again and shook the slight tingle from his knuckles. Nobody had gotten the drop on him like that before, and he was pretty sure that he'd just been the victim of a dirty trick.

"Alright, you get one for free, but just because you outrank me." He held out his hand again, muscles tense this time. "Two out of three?"

"And I was all set to collect my winnings." She sighed as she got up from her seat and walked around the table to him. Before he could stand and offer a handshake for a game well-played (regardless of his feelings on her tactics) she leaned down and kissed him on the lips.

Close. Warm. Soft. And the smell of soap. He almost flinched. Almost. It was such a strange and pleasant mix of feelings. And when the Commander pulled away, it left him strangely breathless and wanting for more.

The crowd of Spartan-IVs around them exloded into hoots and hollers and yelling.

"Why dont you come by my place later?" Sarah said over the din. "I'll show you some wrestling moves"

The crowd watched as she left, then looked back to Sam. He stood up and turned to head back to Blue Team's quarters at a brisk walk; they were never going to believe what he had to tell them.

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