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The recent ficathons have made me all nostalgic for gen SG-1... enjoy.
Title: How Being On SG-1 Isn't All Space Babes And High Adventure
Rating/Warning: PG
Wordcount: 987
Spoilers: None
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kellifer_fic
Category: Team
Summary: Cameron Mitchell loves his job. He's just not sure if his job loves him.
“Is.”
“Isn’t.”
“Is.”
“Isn’t.”
“Is.”
“Isn’t!”
Cameron is about to retreat because he thinks he’s heard a variation on this argument dozens, no, hundreds of times when Daniel and Vala turn on him and Daniel puts out his hands and says, “Cameron, help me out here.”
“Um…is?” Cameron attempts and knows he’s done the wrong thing because Vala lets out a squawk of triumph and commences a fairly complicated victory dance while Jackson looks furious.
He runs.
000
“…so I’m only here for a day and I haven’t seen them for a while…”
Cameron is only half paying attention to what O’Neill is saying, mostly because he’s trying to finish a report that Landry wanted fours hours ago and he looks up and says, “Yeah of course,” not really knowing what he’s agreeing to but figuring he wouldn’t exactly say no to whatever a General is asking him.
“Okay good, because I didn’t want it to be weird.”
Cameron looks up at that, just wondering what he’s agreed to but O’Neill tips him a jaunty smile and disappears out into the corridor. Cameron follows, leaning his head into the hallway and sees O’Neill join Teal’c, Jackson and Sam down the end. Before they disappear, O’Neill puts Daniel in a headlock and Sam throws her head back and laughs.
“So you weren’t invited either huh?” Cameron turns and sees Vala leaning up against the wall opposite, toying with one of her pigtails. She’s looking disgruntled and Cameron frowns.
“To what?”
“To their little dinner,” she sighs dramatically, putting the word ‘dinner’ in air quotes like it’s code for something. He’s wondering just who she picked up the air-quote thing from when it clicks what she’s said.
“Oh… they’re going out?” he asks, trying for flippant but his tone is a little strangled.
It’s team movie night. Or at least, it was.
“Keep up Cameron,” Vala snaps. “O’Neill swans in and they drop us like hot pies.”
“Hot cakes,” Cameron corrects absently.
000
Daniel and Sam have this patina to their conversation that is sometimes hard to follow, but Cameron tries. He’s sitting on a stool at the end of Sam’s lab table, watching them bent over a small metallic box that SG-17 brought through from P49-787.
“Maybe if we-“
“Or take this up to-“
“Like that thing from-“
“Ooh, I think you’ve got something.”
“Finish a damn sentence,” he interrupts and then blinks when Sam and Daniel both look at him, identical curiosity on their faces. They look at each other and Sam says solemnly,
“Grouchy pill?”
“Grouchy pill,” Daniel agrees earnestly and then says, “Like that time that I-“
“Exactly like that!” Sam snorts and Cameron throws up his hands and leaves the lab.
000
“I think I’m getting the hang of this.”
Teal’c opens one eye and regards Cameron, his expression as unreadable as ever. “Indeed,” he says and Cameron has prided himself recently on being able to tell just from inflection what the different Indeeds mean. This one is, “You really aren’t.”
Cameron frowns, but he has to admit that Teal’c is right. All he gets from meditation is a sore ass and watery eyes because some of Teal’c’s candles are scented. He’d learned though that Teal’c and Daniel meditated together, a way for them to reaffirm their bond when Daniel had descended, and he wondered if it would do the same for him.
Instead he thinks all he’s doing is annoying the crap out of Teal'c.
“I probably should…”
“Indeed.”
000
Cameron has a hand clapped over his bleeding shoulder, water running down his face and an urge to hurt someone. SG-1 is huddled in a cave in a hailstorm and Cameron’s been shot of all things.
“The difference between the words ‘friend’ and ‘enemy’ is merely intonation and emphasis,” Daniel is explaining as Sam pulls a laptop out of her bag and holds it away from her as water gushes out of it and onto the floor.
“So what you’re saying is…?”
“That when we came through the ‘gate I might’ve accidentally announced that we were enemies from beyond the stars.”
000
He wakes up in his own house, but when he tries to move there is a restraining hand on his shoulder.
“Hey, take it easy. You want something?”
Cameron blinks up at Daniel, trying to reconcile just why Jackson is in his house dressed in sweats and a t-shirt and holding a book in one hand. There is a blanket thrown over the armchair in the corner of his bedroom.
“What are you doing here?” he asks, hating the way he sounds muddled and also how speaking is like talking through crushed glass. Daniel moves out of his line of sight but is back moments later, a glass of water with a bendy straw sticking out of it, held carefully under his nose.
“It’s my shift. Teal’c and Vala have gone for donuts and Sam’s sleeping on the couch.”
“What are you all doing here?” Cameron asks, taking a careful sip of water.
“You got taken on ‘575. You were beaten pretty badly. You don’t remember?” Daniel’s brows are drawn down in a concerned frown.
“I remember it was waffle day,” Cameron offers.
“You’ve been on pretty heavy painkillers and in and out of consciousness. We were only allowed to bring you home yesterday and only because there was a mine collapse on P9T-622. They needed the beds.”
Daniel has his glasses pushed up to the top of his head and Cameron wants to tease him, but he’s tired. The sound of his front door opening and closing is heard and then the low bellow of Teal’c’ announcing he has glazed, Vala giggling and the answering complaint of an obviously just woken Sam.
“You’re all here,” Cameron says, blinking and trying to fight the lead weights someone has put on his lids.
“Of course,” Daniel says and Cameron lets sleep drag him under.
Title: How Being On SG-1 Isn't All Space Babes And High Adventure
Rating/Warning: PG
Wordcount: 987
Spoilers: None
By:
kellifer_ficCategory: Team
Summary: Cameron Mitchell loves his job. He's just not sure if his job loves him.
“Is.”
“Isn’t.”
“Is.”
“Isn’t.”
“Is.”
“Isn’t!”
Cameron is about to retreat because he thinks he’s heard a variation on this argument dozens, no, hundreds of times when Daniel and Vala turn on him and Daniel puts out his hands and says, “Cameron, help me out here.”
“Um…is?” Cameron attempts and knows he’s done the wrong thing because Vala lets out a squawk of triumph and commences a fairly complicated victory dance while Jackson looks furious.
He runs.
“…so I’m only here for a day and I haven’t seen them for a while…”
Cameron is only half paying attention to what O’Neill is saying, mostly because he’s trying to finish a report that Landry wanted fours hours ago and he looks up and says, “Yeah of course,” not really knowing what he’s agreeing to but figuring he wouldn’t exactly say no to whatever a General is asking him.
“Okay good, because I didn’t want it to be weird.”
Cameron looks up at that, just wondering what he’s agreed to but O’Neill tips him a jaunty smile and disappears out into the corridor. Cameron follows, leaning his head into the hallway and sees O’Neill join Teal’c, Jackson and Sam down the end. Before they disappear, O’Neill puts Daniel in a headlock and Sam throws her head back and laughs.
“So you weren’t invited either huh?” Cameron turns and sees Vala leaning up against the wall opposite, toying with one of her pigtails. She’s looking disgruntled and Cameron frowns.
“To what?”
“To their little dinner,” she sighs dramatically, putting the word ‘dinner’ in air quotes like it’s code for something. He’s wondering just who she picked up the air-quote thing from when it clicks what she’s said.
“Oh… they’re going out?” he asks, trying for flippant but his tone is a little strangled.
It’s team movie night. Or at least, it was.
“Keep up Cameron,” Vala snaps. “O’Neill swans in and they drop us like hot pies.”
“Hot cakes,” Cameron corrects absently.
Daniel and Sam have this patina to their conversation that is sometimes hard to follow, but Cameron tries. He’s sitting on a stool at the end of Sam’s lab table, watching them bent over a small metallic box that SG-17 brought through from P49-787.
“Maybe if we-“
“Or take this up to-“
“Like that thing from-“
“Ooh, I think you’ve got something.”
“Finish a damn sentence,” he interrupts and then blinks when Sam and Daniel both look at him, identical curiosity on their faces. They look at each other and Sam says solemnly,
“Grouchy pill?”
“Grouchy pill,” Daniel agrees earnestly and then says, “Like that time that I-“
“Exactly like that!” Sam snorts and Cameron throws up his hands and leaves the lab.
“I think I’m getting the hang of this.”
Teal’c opens one eye and regards Cameron, his expression as unreadable as ever. “Indeed,” he says and Cameron has prided himself recently on being able to tell just from inflection what the different Indeeds mean. This one is, “You really aren’t.”
Cameron frowns, but he has to admit that Teal’c is right. All he gets from meditation is a sore ass and watery eyes because some of Teal’c’s candles are scented. He’d learned though that Teal’c and Daniel meditated together, a way for them to reaffirm their bond when Daniel had descended, and he wondered if it would do the same for him.
Instead he thinks all he’s doing is annoying the crap out of Teal'c.
“I probably should…”
“Indeed.”
Cameron has a hand clapped over his bleeding shoulder, water running down his face and an urge to hurt someone. SG-1 is huddled in a cave in a hailstorm and Cameron’s been shot of all things.
“The difference between the words ‘friend’ and ‘enemy’ is merely intonation and emphasis,” Daniel is explaining as Sam pulls a laptop out of her bag and holds it away from her as water gushes out of it and onto the floor.
“So what you’re saying is…?”
“That when we came through the ‘gate I might’ve accidentally announced that we were enemies from beyond the stars.”
He wakes up in his own house, but when he tries to move there is a restraining hand on his shoulder.
“Hey, take it easy. You want something?”
Cameron blinks up at Daniel, trying to reconcile just why Jackson is in his house dressed in sweats and a t-shirt and holding a book in one hand. There is a blanket thrown over the armchair in the corner of his bedroom.
“What are you doing here?” he asks, hating the way he sounds muddled and also how speaking is like talking through crushed glass. Daniel moves out of his line of sight but is back moments later, a glass of water with a bendy straw sticking out of it, held carefully under his nose.
“It’s my shift. Teal’c and Vala have gone for donuts and Sam’s sleeping on the couch.”
“What are you all doing here?” Cameron asks, taking a careful sip of water.
“You got taken on ‘575. You were beaten pretty badly. You don’t remember?” Daniel’s brows are drawn down in a concerned frown.
“I remember it was waffle day,” Cameron offers.
“You’ve been on pretty heavy painkillers and in and out of consciousness. We were only allowed to bring you home yesterday and only because there was a mine collapse on P9T-622. They needed the beds.”
Daniel has his glasses pushed up to the top of his head and Cameron wants to tease him, but he’s tired. The sound of his front door opening and closing is heard and then the low bellow of Teal’c’ announcing he has glazed, Vala giggling and the answering complaint of an obviously just woken Sam.
“You’re all here,” Cameron says, blinking and trying to fight the lead weights someone has put on his lids.
“Of course,” Daniel says and Cameron lets sleep drag him under.
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