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Title: Downtime Is For Normal People
Rating/Warning: PG
Wordcount: 715
Spoilers: None
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kellifer_fic
Category: SG-1, Team (Gen)
Spoilers: Season 9
Prompt: This is two requests smished together, forkatcorvi and macgyvergal
On your knees you look up,
Decide you've had enough
You get mad, you get strong
Wipe your hands, shake it off.
- "Stand" by Rascall Flatts
“He’s getting good.”
“How long has he been… oh holy god, isn’t that illegal?”
Jack looks sidelong at Cameron and grins. “Only if he gets caught.”
Daniel is skating towards them, tugging one of his gloves off with his teeth and his hockey stick held in the other hand. His face is flushed and he’s grinning.
He’s left a guy flat on his back on the ice behind him.
Cameron’s man enough to admit that he’s a little freaked out.
“Hey, I didn’t know you were coming down today,” Daniel says, sliding to a halt. Cameron remembers skating with the rest of SG-1 only four months ago and how Daniel had been wobbly like a new colt.
Sam ended up soaked by the end of the day because Daniel had managed to knock her down on three different occasions.
“Jackson!” The keeper calls and Daniel shrugs and heads back in.
“Did you bring me here for a reason? Other than to see with a big stick in his hands, Jackson is a completely different person?” Cameron asks. Cameron appreciates Jack taking an interest in him, it certainly won’t hurt his career any. However, whenever the older man is in Colorado lately, he’s taken it upon himself to teach Cameron a particular lesson.
“Just… keep them doing this,” Jack says, watching Daniel circling around the ice.
“Maiming people?” Cameron asks with a grimace and Jack chuckles.
“Being outside of the Mountain, interacting with people. Doing stuff that isn’t for the cause. Sometimes it’s a little hard to remember what it’s all for.”
000
“I put on women’s clothing… and hang around in bars…”
Cameron looks up and sees Sam staring at him with an open mouth, highlighter held aloft and thinks oh no.
The song that’s been circling his brain for the past three days has finally found a way out.
“Damn Teal’c and his damn Monty Python!” Cameron swears as fifteen Airmen break into snickers.
Cameron had been sorting through his notes for his briefing when he’d started singing.
He knows that he could’ve threatened the lives of the recruits but with Sam there he has no hope.
He’s not really surprised when two hours later he opens his locker and finds a pair of high heels.
000
The first three weeks, Cameron writes and deletes a transfer request eight times.
He gets it down to five times in the following month and only writes the one when he finally has all of the original SG-1 members back.
That one he wrote because he saw Daniel and Sam shot on the same day and Teal’c was missing for twelve hours.
It terrified him how quickly these people had become the most important in his life.
000
Sam’s hand on his shoulder is what stops him firing. His ears are ringing so it takes him a moment to realise all other sound has ceased.
They’d been surrounded and he’s left blinking.
“What happened?” he asks, feeling a little silly. Daniel’s warm weight disappears from his back and Sam and Teal’c have moved away from his sides.
It’s only then that his brain catches up to the fact that he’s been shot in the leg and Cameron drops to his butt, looking at the wound. He’s lost a chunk of meat from his thigh but the bullet has only clipped him.
He turns to see Sam leaning over Daniel, who is holding his hands to a wound on his own leg, blood oozing up through his fingers. He sees it, plain as day.
The bullet has gone through Daniel and hit him.
Daniel feels his gaze and smiles at him gamely, already pale from the blood loss. “Could've been worse,” Daniel grunts when Sam nudges his hands aside to press a pad of gauze to his leg. Cameron lets out his own hiss as Teal’c does the same to him.
“How exactly?” Cameron asks, knowing it’s a stupid thing to say because of course it could have.
“Could have been six inches higher and slightly to the left,” Daniel says, completely dead-pan and Cameron is still laughing when Teal’c hauls him upright.
Rating/Warning: PG
Wordcount: 715
Spoilers: None
By:
kellifer_ficCategory: SG-1, Team (Gen)
Spoilers: Season 9
Prompt: This is two requests smished together, for
katcorvi and macgyvergalDecide you've had enough
You get mad, you get strong
Wipe your hands, shake it off.
- "Stand" by Rascall Flatts
“He’s getting good.”
“How long has he been… oh holy god, isn’t that illegal?”
Jack looks sidelong at Cameron and grins. “Only if he gets caught.”
Daniel is skating towards them, tugging one of his gloves off with his teeth and his hockey stick held in the other hand. His face is flushed and he’s grinning.
He’s left a guy flat on his back on the ice behind him.
Cameron’s man enough to admit that he’s a little freaked out.
“Hey, I didn’t know you were coming down today,” Daniel says, sliding to a halt. Cameron remembers skating with the rest of SG-1 only four months ago and how Daniel had been wobbly like a new colt.
Sam ended up soaked by the end of the day because Daniel had managed to knock her down on three different occasions.
“Jackson!” The keeper calls and Daniel shrugs and heads back in.
“Did you bring me here for a reason? Other than to see with a big stick in his hands, Jackson is a completely different person?” Cameron asks. Cameron appreciates Jack taking an interest in him, it certainly won’t hurt his career any. However, whenever the older man is in Colorado lately, he’s taken it upon himself to teach Cameron a particular lesson.
“Just… keep them doing this,” Jack says, watching Daniel circling around the ice.
“Maiming people?” Cameron asks with a grimace and Jack chuckles.
“Being outside of the Mountain, interacting with people. Doing stuff that isn’t for the cause. Sometimes it’s a little hard to remember what it’s all for.”
“I put on women’s clothing… and hang around in bars…”
Cameron looks up and sees Sam staring at him with an open mouth, highlighter held aloft and thinks oh no.
The song that’s been circling his brain for the past three days has finally found a way out.
“Damn Teal’c and his damn Monty Python!” Cameron swears as fifteen Airmen break into snickers.
Cameron had been sorting through his notes for his briefing when he’d started singing.
He knows that he could’ve threatened the lives of the recruits but with Sam there he has no hope.
He’s not really surprised when two hours later he opens his locker and finds a pair of high heels.
The first three weeks, Cameron writes and deletes a transfer request eight times.
He gets it down to five times in the following month and only writes the one when he finally has all of the original SG-1 members back.
That one he wrote because he saw Daniel and Sam shot on the same day and Teal’c was missing for twelve hours.
It terrified him how quickly these people had become the most important in his life.
Sam’s hand on his shoulder is what stops him firing. His ears are ringing so it takes him a moment to realise all other sound has ceased.
They’d been surrounded and he’s left blinking.
“What happened?” he asks, feeling a little silly. Daniel’s warm weight disappears from his back and Sam and Teal’c have moved away from his sides.
It’s only then that his brain catches up to the fact that he’s been shot in the leg and Cameron drops to his butt, looking at the wound. He’s lost a chunk of meat from his thigh but the bullet has only clipped him.
He turns to see Sam leaning over Daniel, who is holding his hands to a wound on his own leg, blood oozing up through his fingers. He sees it, plain as day.
The bullet has gone through Daniel and hit him.
Daniel feels his gaze and smiles at him gamely, already pale from the blood loss. “Could've been worse,” Daniel grunts when Sam nudges his hands aside to press a pad of gauze to his leg. Cameron lets out his own hiss as Teal’c does the same to him.
“How exactly?” Cameron asks, knowing it’s a stupid thing to say because of course it could have.
“Could have been six inches higher and slightly to the left,” Daniel says, completely dead-pan and Cameron is still laughing when Teal’c hauls him upright.