chillin13

Five times Cameron called Jack

*** Ring ***

“O’Neill.”

“General O’Neill, this is Lt. Colonel Cameron Mitchell, I’m with SG-1, joined them after I recovered from my accident and...”

“Yes, I remember who you are.”

“Thank you, General. General, I am calling because...”

“Are you standing at attention, Mitchell? ‘Cause it sounds like you’re standing at attention.”

“Sir, General O’Neill, sir...”

“You’re standing at attention. I know you are.”

“Sir..., General...”

“Sit down and relax, Mitchell.”

“Yes, sir.”

*** Ring ***

“O’Neill”

“General O’Neill, this is Lt. Colonel Cameron Mitchell, I’m with SG-1, joined ...”

“Yes, Mitchell and I have caller ID, so I know...”

“Thank you, sir...”

“You’re not at attention, are you?”

“No, sir, I’m sitting down.”

“Great.”

“Sir, General Landry asked me to report to you via secured telephone...”

“Jeez, Mitchell, will you relax?”

“Sir, yes, sir...”

*** Ring ***

“O’Neill”

“General O’Neill, this is...”

“Yeah, hi, Mitchell, what’s the bad news...”

“No bad news, sir, I...”

“You sound more relaxed, Mitchell. Glad to see you’re settling in.”

“Thank you, sir.”

*** Ring ***

“O’Neill.”

“Hey, Jack! Wazz cooking? Hows stuff in Washin...Washssh...Washsssssss...”

“Are you drunk, Mitchell?”

“Sirrr? Nooooooooo...”

“Do I hear giggling? Is that Daniel, I hear? What the...? I think you’d better hang up and hide the phone from yourself, Mitchell, before they get you in trouble.”

*** Ring ***

“O’Neill.”

“General O’Neill, this is Lt. Colonel Cameron Mitchell, SG-1...

“Are you standing at attention, Mitchell?”

“Sir, General O’Neill, sir...”

“You’re standing at attention. I know you are.”

“Sir..., General... I want to apologize...”

“Sit down and relax, Mitchell.”

“Yes, sir.”

This is for one of those challenges, but since I couldn’t think of a story using a few of the words, I made a story using ALL of the words, in the order that they were listed. If I learned one thing, it’s that a list of words put into a “story” can be quite boring.

*************

TELESCOPE

“I love you, Rhett Butler,” Vala said coquettishly to Cameron as she grabbed one of the hats from the table and tugged down the sides towards her ears and batted her eyes.

“Put it back, Vala,” Mitchell replied sternly. “We’re here to find out what happened to the people on this planet.”

“They’ve left,” Vala responded, matter-of-factly. She picked up a candy bar. “And rather hastily, it seems, if they left all their chocolate behind!”

Mitchell sighed and spotted something behind the table. Leaning awkwardly caused his dog tags to hit him in the face and Vala snorted.

“Kangaroos?” he asked. Vala looked at the pictures Mitchell had found.

“No, they’re Kucktoos. Like your Earth kangaroos, but much bigger,” she explained, gesturing to show how tall they were.

“Cockatoos? The talking parrot things?” Mitchell asked. Seeing Vala’s puzzled expression, he just said, “Nevermind,” and continued looking around.

“You know, Mitchell,” Vala said, mock-seductively. “Pairing us up while sending the others to the other side of the town... I think you must have wanted to be alone with me.”

Mitchell just squinted his eyes at her, unbelievingly.

“It’s true,” she insisted, picking up a random bottle and tasting the contents. “Maybe we belong together! Maybe it’s fate! Maybe it’s destiny!”

“Maybe it’s alcohol,” Mitchell said, taking the bottle away from her. “We’re finished in here,” he declared and walked out the building, leaving Vala and her teasing claims of, “We could start a family! Have kids!”

Outside in the moonlight, they crossed the wet grass to another building. “Looks like a fast food place,” Mitchell declared, moving past the small tables and stools to go behind the counter. A nozzle dispensed what looked like hot chocolate. Vala joined him behind the counter and a quick look of fear passed over her face as she tried another nozzle and it dispensed what looked to be blood. Mitchell looked at it quizzically and sniffed. He shrugged. “Not blood, but I don’t know what it is. Smells garlicky.”

Vala moved on to another device. She pulled the large ring on the top of the gold-colored cabinet but it wouldn’t budge.

“Don’t waste all your energy on that,” Mitchell said. “We have a lot more buildings to check and we have to meet the others in,” he consulted his watch, “half an hour.”

Mitchell and Vala walked into yet another building. In the center of a long wooden table, was a small fire. It seemed that Vala was right, and the people had left hastily. A candle that hadn’t been extinguished had burned down to the table and the fire, having no where else to go, had started to slowly eat the table. Mitchell found a pot of water and poured it on the table, listening to the sizzle.

Mitchell sighed, moving from the building into the street. “I don’t think we’re going to find any answers on this side of town. Let’s find the others.”

They walked down the street and saw Sam, Daniel and Teal’c arriving from the other direction. They met at the huge telescope in the center of town. Several fleece blankets were lying around the base of the telescope.

“Anything?” Mitchell asked.

“Nope,” Sam replied. “Just looks like they decided to leave. In a hurry.”

“Maybe this had something to do with it,” Vala suggested, looking through the telescope towards the heavens.

“What do you see?” Mitchell asked.

“Angels.”

“Angels?” Mitchell and Sam and Daniel all repeated at once.

“Perhaps it would be more logical to run after seeing demons,” Teal’c suggested.

“Nope. I see angels,” Vala insisted.

“Jackson, you look,” Mitchell said.

Daniel looked through the telescope. “I see vampires. Sort of.”

“Vampires?” Mitchell and Sam said incredulously.

“Sort of,” Daniel repeated.

“What the...” Mitchell said as he leaned over to look. His head jerked up quickly. He said nothing but he had an incredulous look on his face.

“What did you see?” Daniel asked.

“I’m not sure,” Mitchell said, not wanting to admit that the ghostly apparitions he saw looked remarkably like red silk nighties floating through the sky. He looked around. “I wonder if this is some kind of Candid Camera set. Or some other reality TV... something.”

“Your turn, Muscles,” Vala said to Teal’c.

Teal’c ignored her as he noticed Sam fiddling around with the telescope. “Colonel Carter, have you found something?”

“Yes, I think I have,” she said, and pulled a crystal from the end. Pulling a laptop from her sack, she attached the crystal to an adaptor. They all gathered around the screen. First they saw meteors falling from the sky, large and fiery, this went on for a while. Then they saw snow falling.

The scene changed a few more times until Vala said, “Angels!” And they saw angel-like apparitions on the screen. “I told you,” she declared, satisfied. “Oh, there are Daniel’s vampires!” and, sure enough, on the screen were creatures that bore a striking resemblance to vampires.

“What is that?” Vala asked at the next scene to show on the laptop. They all looked at Mitchell.

“Ummm. Red silk nighties?” he asked, clearing his throat.

Sam snickered.

“Bet you were thinking of me when you saw them, weren’t you?” Vala teased.

Mitchell changed the subject, “What is this, Sam? Some sort of video game?”

“I’m not sure,” she said. “I want to take it back to examine it, but I’d guess that the people on this planet saw the meteors and ran to the caves in the hills to hide. They’ll be back when they realize that it’s safe.”

“Maybe we should go to the hills to find them,” Vala suggested. “Mitchell and I can take our time looking in all the caves,” she added suggestively, leaning into him.

Mitchell rolled his eyes. “Vala, you are...”

“I know, you’re going to say that I’m just like a broken washing machine!”

“What?” Daniel asked?

“A broken record player,” Mitchell corrected with a sigh as Teal’c and Sam chuckled.

*************
The words to use were:
love, hats, chocolate, dog tags, kangaroos, pictures, gesture, talking parrots, fate, destiny, alcohol, Family, Kids, Moonlight, Grass, Fast Food, Movement/Motion, Hot Chocolate, Fear, Blood, Device, Ring, Gold, Energy, Fire, Water, Moving, Telescope, Fleece blanket, Angels, Demons, Vampires, red silk nighty, Reality TV, Snow, video games, broken washing machine

I have no idea what Sam is going to be doing in Atlantis, I made all this up.
Cam/Sam


A PICTURE


Sam sat heavily on her bed after a long day. Debriefing, reading reports, writing reports, sending updates to the SGC… Sam appreciated that she was trusted with running Atlantis, but she missed the time and freedom she had at the SGC to work with her gadgets. And she missed the missions. The excitement, the danger, the satisfaction, the camaraderie with the team. The team. Teal’c, Daniel, Jack, and now, Mitchell. No, not now. That was in the past, too.

She took off her boots and socks and scrunched her feet, gathering the loops of the luxurious rug she had found and appropriated between weary toes. She sighed and looked at her bedside table. She paused, then gave in to the desire and opened the drawer, gazing at the contents. Paper and pencil in case an idea struck her during the night. A hand-held tape recorder in case she didn’t want to flip the switch and have the light chase away the revelations. A weapon, just in case. Three books. A picture, turned upside down. She hesitated, then pulled out the picture and turned it over.

Smiling blue eyes, a wicked grin, a strong, lean body in black BDUs leaning casually against a railing, arms crossed. Cameron Mitchell’s body language projected easygoing confidence, reliability, someone you could count on. Someone that gave warm hugs, gentle teasing, and quiet support. Sam smiled. Maybe the picture didn’t say all that. Maybe her heart added a few of those words.

Sam pulled the picture to her body and held it gently. She closed her eyes. She remembered those days before she was reassigned. SG-1 was close, not just because they could share the memories of their experiences with each other that they couldn’t share with the rest of the world, but because they genuinely liked each other.

Sam remembered just a few months ago, Cameron had pulled up in front of her house and hauled some tools from the back of his old Mustang. Sam went outside into the beautiful warm, sunny day to greet him and help. She jolted to a stop as she cleared the trunk and saw him tightening the tool belt around slim hips and over his jeans. Sam swallowed hard and fought to regain her composure.

“Howdy, ma’am,” Cameron exaggerated his drawl. “Mitchell Handyman Service, here to fix that window.”

Sam smiled. During a recent movie night with the team, Cam had noticed that a couple windows in Sam’s house needed some work. As promised, he had shown up, with tools and wood, on their next off-day. Cam had gotten right to work, Sam helping him, and after a few hot, sweaty hours, they were done. Sam had insisted on fixing Cam dinner – or, at least, ordering dinner for them, and Cam grinned, saying that he always had a bag with gym clothes in his car and asked to take a shower. Sam agreed, silently regretting that the shower would mean Cam wouldn’t be in the jeans and white tee shirt that sweat had made cling to his taut body.

The food was delivered, they ate, watched television, drank a little too much beer, and while they were throwing away the paper plates and debris, Cam had caught Sam up in his arms, twirled her, and held her while they swayed to the background music of whatever was on the television show they were watching. Sam laughed and rested her head against Cam’s shoulder, smelling the soap on his body. Mitchell stopped dancing and when Sam looked up at him questioningly, he gently kissed her. They stepped apart, and Cam left soon after.

A week later, Sam appeared at Cam’s door, cables in hand, to help him upgrade his stereo system. “Payback time,” she announced. This time, after the work was done and they had finished devouring the steaks Cam had grilled, Sam was washing the dishes and Cam was drying, when he walked behind her and kissed her neck. Sam turned around, grinned up at him and dried her hands on the towel he was holding before snaking her arms around his neck. The next morning, their words said that they shouldn’t continue this, but their eyes saw the truth.

Sam opened her eyes. She was in Atlantis now, away from his smiling eyes, away from his laugh, away from his corny jokes, his gentle teasing, away from his arms.

She thought about her transfer. Maybe “they” had caught on. Maybe they didn’t want to lose her by filing a reprimand; it would be false modesty to deny her contributions. Maybe they didn’t want to lose Mitchell; everybody liked him and he was a good leader. Nobody said anything about her and Cam; they just gave her a promotion and changed her assignment to Atlantis. Maybe one thing had nothing to do with the other; maybe “they” didn’t even know.

But she knew. She knew how she felt and she knew how Cameron felt. And she missed him.

Her radio buzzed: the control room. SG-1 was requesting entry through the Stargate. Sam ran barefoot through the halls. What was the problem that SG-1 couldn’t return to the SGC? Sam reached the control room and looked through the window at the team arriving through the event horizon, dragging something huge behind them.

Mitchell looked up at her and grinned. “Howdy, ma’am,” he drawled. “SG-1 here with a delivery.”

Not Him




Dr. Carolyn Lam had been sitting at her desk trying to catch up on her paperwork for only ten minutes before the call came through: SG-1 had a serious casualty. She jumped up and half-ran three quick steps before realizing that she’d have to wait. A team would extract the injured from off-world and bring them back. Until then, all she could do was make sure everything was ready for whatever needed to be done after the stabilized patient was brought back. Carolyn balled her hands into fists and willed herself to take a deep breath. Not him. Please, not him.

Another deep breath and Carolyn pasted on the cold façade she had used since she took this job under her father’s command. It wasn’t until she accepted the post that she learned that another man from her past would also be here. She might not have accepted had she known. Bad enough that she had to face the resentment she felt toward her father without the added stress of being near the man that had shattered the wall she had put around herself since her teen years; the man that she didn’t want to admit somehow reminded her of the good things about her father; the man that let her feel that maybe she could trust men again.

Their separation had been amicable. They had entered the relationship knowing that their jobs would probably eventually separate them and they accepted that fate. But accepting it didn’t mean that she didn’t still feel something heavy in the pit of her stomach when she looked into his blue eyes; that she didn’t feel the yearning that she had spent years trying to repress. Two more deep breaths and she pushed all that aside and went to work. Whoever was injured, her team would be ready to take action. Just. Please. Not him.

Carolyn was fussing over the room for the fourth time when she got word that they were on their way… and that it was Samantha Carter that was injured. It hardly seemed proper that Carolyn felt relief. Samantha was an invaluable, irreplaceable part of saving the world. And Carolyn wouldn’t allow herself to wonder if the world was worth saving if ‘he’ wasn’t in it.

She went to the door and saw them rushing the gurney down the hallway. Cameron Mitchell was jogging ahead, clearing the path, barking orders to everyone in the hall to move out of the way. Carolyn’s heart stopped at the sight of him. Then she saw Samantha and her doctor’s reflexes took over. She ordered Mitchell and the rest of his team out of the room and went to work saving the life of Samantha Carter.

*************

She sent Sam to recovery and left the room feeling the electrified exhaustion she always felt after a successful, but tough, surgery. She stopped short at the sight of Cameron in the hallway. He had pulled a chair from one of the rooms and was sitting hunched over, with his elbows on his knees. At the sound of the door opening, he jumped up.

“Carolyn…?”

“She’s fine, Cameron. She’s resting. You look like you could use some rest, too. Go to your quarters. Doctor’s orders.”

“I want to see her.”

Carolyn’s heart broke a little more at the urgency in his voice. It’s just because Sam’s a member of his team, she told herself. It’s just because Samantha Carter is so important in saving our planet. “Tomorrow. She’s resting.”

“But… she’s fine. She’s going to be okay. Totally. Like new…”

“Yes. Rest. Eat. Take care of yourself, we’ll take care of Sam.”

Cameron nodded, the words to take care of himself barely penetrating. The elevator door down the hall opened and Teal’c and Vala approached carrying coffee for themselves and Mitchell. When they saw Dr. Lam, she had to repeat all her reassurances that, yes, Sam was fine, and, no, they couldn’t see her until tomorrow, and then she took the caffeinated coffee away from them and told them to go get some rest.

She watched them walk down the hall away from her and, in a spurt of spontaneity, she saw Vala turn and hug Mitchell, a huge smile on her face because something went right for a change.

Carolyn felt another pang as she thought the hug went on for too long, and then chastised herself for being so foolish.

*************

Carolyn finished some paperwork and went to check on her prize patient. The door to the room was open, but she stopped short. She could see Cameron sitting on Samantha’s bed, a brown paper bag in his hand. She saw him hand the bag to Samantha, saw her look inside and hesitate. Cameron smiled in that way that Carolyn knew too well; smiled in that way that made her heart flutter; smiled in that way that got results. The result that he wanted. She saw Sam reach into the bag. Another smile from Cameron and Sam took a bite of whatever it was she had drawn out. Carolyn looked down at her tightly clenched fists. She willed them to relax. Without another look into the room, she turned around and went back to her office.

*************

Wearily opening the door to her apartment, Carolyn dropped her mail, keys, and purse on the entry table. In her bedroom, she stripped, stepped into a pair of old sweats and picked up the worn Air Force sweatshirt. She held it up to her face and breathed deeply. It no longer smelled like him, but she remembered the smell and pretended that it still lingered. She put the shirt on and hugged herself. She sat on the bed, grabbed a pillow and hugged it, sinking down on top of the quilt. She closed her eyes and remembered the warmth of him. Remembered his eyes sparkling when he talked about flying jet fighters. Remembered his expressiveness when he talked about his family. Remembered his grin when he cooked breakfast. The grin that would, more times than not, mean the breakfast would get cold before they got around to eating it. Remembered the way he held her after they made love. Remembered how he made her feel relaxed and safe and happy.

Carolyn didn’t wipe away the tear that wet a path across her cheek. Tomorrow, she would put on her icy doctor’s façade and go back to her job of keeping alive the people that would save the Earth.

*************

Cameron's Five Biggest Fears


1.
“Snakes! Why does it always have to be snakes?” Mitchell asked the refrigerator, mimicking the scene of the movie playing in the living room while he gathered the next round of beer.

“Scared of snakes?” Daniel asked as Mitchell settled back in his chair.

“Nah. Not scared of anything that crawls or slithers.”

“How about ‘hops’?” Sam suggested teasingly.

“Unpausing the movie now…” Mitchell said, grabbing the remote.

“Hops?” Teal’c prodded.

“I hate Easter,” Mitchell mumbled.


2.
Mitchell woke up sweating, that familiar white hot ball of fear lying heavy in his stomach.

“Same dream?” his Academy roommate asked.

“Yeah,” Mitchell answered, breathing heavily.

“Want to talk about it?”

“No, I’m fine. Go back to sleep.”

Mitchell rolled over to face the wall. He could never talk about that dream. The one where he was in a wheelchair like his father.

He didn’t think he could be as strong as his father had been.


3.
Carter and Jackson were pinned down by the artillery halfway up the hill. The ship on top of the hill was firing up its engines, ready to take off with Teal’c to a place they would probably never get to to save him in time. This was going to hell in a handbasket quick. Mitchell looked around. This was his team and they relied on him and he wasn’t going to let them down. He looked over to the colonel near him and saw him nod and knew what he had to do. Mitchell charged the hill. He would not let them down. SG-1 would not be lost under his command.


4.
Mitchell was sitting on the sofa holding the wrinkled hand of his aging grandmother. She tired easily, but her mind was still sharp.

“What’s bothering you, boy?” she asked.

“Nothing. Everything’s fine,” he assured her.

“Don’t lie to me because I’m old,” she scolded. “You can’t tell me anything that my Bible and my God haven’t prepared me for.”

That’s what scares me, he thought. If the Ori came to Earth and met people like his grandmother… people so sure of their own God that nothing could persuade them to pretend otherwise - even to stall for time… He didn’t want to think of the consequences.

“I’m just worried that Mom will dry out the turkey again,” he said, giving her a kiss on her cheek.


------Okay, there's only 4. I couldn't think of the 5th and then time got away and I wasn't finished in time for the prompt-posting. Anything that I added now would just be plagarizism of someone else list - and I can't believe I didn't think of the 'losing his pants' angle. Ack!

Posted elsewhere, repeated here.

5 things Sam knew about Cameron before they met up again at the SGC

1. Sam knew that Mitchell was proud to wear the United States Air Force uniform – and that he was a little embarrassed that he knew how dashing a figure he cut in it.

2. Sam knew that Mitchell hated dropping the bombs, but that he loved soaring through the skies too much to give it up.

3. Sam knew how Cameron’s cold dog tags felt on her bare skin as he moved over her, and inside of her.

4. She knew he had read all the SG-1 mission reports, because he prodded her for details the many times she visited him in the hospital. But she didn’t know he had practically memorized them.

5. Sam knew that she loved Cameron from the first day that she had met him.

I had posted this in another thread, but I'm adding it here because it's a handy place to find it later...

5 things Sam knew about Cameron before they met up again at the SGC

1. Mitchell was touring the SGC after he reported in to Landry. “I’m going to need to know where the commissary is,” he said. “The teams wear different…”

“Already taken care of, Sir,” the corporal responded.

Mitchell was surprised, but when they reached his quarters, he saw the box and looked in. “They’re the right size. How did you…?”

“Colonel Carter, Sir.”


2. Mitchell wanted to get the band back together, but Sam was being stubborn again. Okay, stubborn was not the right word; she had obligations and was needed elsewhere, but still… Mitchell thought he’d try again. He linked to her through their laptops and after she refused and explained again, they talked and joked for a while before she had to go.

“Take care, Sam. Maybe we’ll meet up soon.”

“I’m sure we will. Oh, and, Cameron?” she leaned close to the screen. “Don’t kick your dirty boxers under the bed.”


3. The team had reunited. Pulled apart by circumstances, the threat of the Ori pushed them back together again. Well, most of them. O’Neill was still in Washington and they had a new member, but it was still good and they were celebrating. It was Mitchell’s turn to buy a round and Sam watched him amble up to the bar, give the order. and wait. A girl approached him on his left and bumped into him. Purposely, Sam thought, smiling to herself. She watched Mitchell turn and smile down at the girl. Saw the girl say something. Saw Mitchell say something. Saw the girl laugh. Saw Mitchell lean into the conversation. …Felt his warm breath on her face. Sam flushed, remembering. Remembering what it was like to have those piercing blue eyes focusing all of their attention on her. Remembering what it was like to stand close to him, feeling his body heat. Remembering how he made her feel like she was the only important person in the room. Sam knew how that girl was feeling right now and Sam wanted to feel that way again. And she knew that she would.


4. It had been a nasty little reconnaissance on a nasty little planet and Sam didn’t want to write her report about what she had witnessed. She would, though. She’d grit her teeth and put into words the injustices she saw perpetrated on the innocents of that world, even though it made her feel dirty that there was nothing she could do about it. Sam decided that she would type the report and then take her ritual after-mission shower -- she wanted to wash the physical and emotional dirt away together and watch it all swirl down the drain to the sewer where it belonged. She sat down and stared at her laptop. More than an hour into her furious tapping on the keys, she heard a tapping at her open door. She looked up. Cameron stood in the door with a huge white fluffy towel in his hands and a somber look on his face. “Finished?” he asked.

Sam nodded, tired, and punched in the last sentence. “Just have to submit it…”

Cameron walked over and gently guided her by her shoulders away from the laptop. “I’ll send it. You wash it all away.” And he shooed her out with the soft, pure, white towel gratefully clutched in her hands.

Sam paused at the door and glanced back. She hadn’t known how he would help her get past this day; she had just known that he would.


5. She knew he loved his grandmother. She knew he was proud of his father. She knew it made him sick in the pit of his stomach whenever he had to break up with a girl. She knew he cried when he watched the movies “Rudy” and “Brian’s Song”. But most of all, she knew he wasn’t ashamed of any of that.

Another Sam/Cam. Maybe a little risque. I'm not sure what exactly the rating would be. No spoilers unless you think Stargate ended before season 9 and don't even know who Cam is.


PRETTY POISON


Mitchell was running, doubled over with the pain, a strong hand on his arm, pulling, urging him on.

“Teal’c. Stop. I can’t… I can’t…” Mitchell gasped.

“ColonelMitchell doesn’t know “can’t”, my friend,” Teal’c replied, a pleading and an urgency in his voice.

Mitchell stumbled, but managed to be half dragged up the rocky hill. Teal’c’s hand suddenly stopped leading him and Mitchell saw another set of boots. “We can’t go that way,” he heard Sam’s voice.

“What happened to the troops following us?” Teal’c wondered.

“They went directly to the Gate. Figured out where we were heading. Daniel is trying to find a way…” She stopped as she saw Mitchell's knees buckling under him. Quickly, she put her arms around his shoulders and moved behind him to protect his head as Teal’c tried to brace his fall. “I can’t believe he made it this far,” she said.

“His spirit is strong, but I should…”

“No, no,” Mitchell slurred through his haze. “No more talk about carrying me. Our best chance is you getting through the gate and bringing back help. There are too many of them for the four of us.” He paused. “Hide me somewhere.”

“Cameron, you might not make it,” Sam said, worried. “We don’t even know what…”

“Then you’d better hurry,” he said in a pain-filled voice.

“Yes, we must get moving. It is still some distance to the gate.”

“It’s kind of nice here in Carter’s arms,” Mitchell sighed.

Sam grimaced. “He’ll make it,” and she helped push him into a semi-standing position.

Mitchell felt himself being dragged and then pushed into darkness. He collapsed to the sound of Sam’s and Teal’c’s voices.

*************

When he awoke, he felt fingers gently combing his hair. He felt the ground under his head shift a little. He opened his eyes to see Sam’s big blue eyes looking down at him, concern turning to a smile. “Good morning, Sunshine,” she said gently, cradling his head in her lap.

“I feel like crap. What the hell happened?” Mitchell asked, the cramping in his stomach making him roll onto his side. When the cramping eased, he realized that he had turned toward Sam and his face was in a place that, while not unpleasant, may be more dangerous to his health than whatever the people on this planet had done. Coughing to cover up his embarrassment, he rolled back onto his back.

Sam tried to hide her amusement at his embarrassment as she answered. “I don’t know. Maybe some kind of poison. How are you feeling now? You had a fever, but it broke while you were sleeping.”

“What happened to Teal’c and Jackson?”

“You managed to get to the top of a hill where we could see the Stargate. It was guarded and Teal’c and Daniel were going to try to clear the way so we could get through. They were able to dial out, but Teal’c was shot when more guards arrived and Daniel practically had to carry him through. We were stuck on this side.”

“They’ll be back.”

“I know. But until then, we’re hiding in this cave. How are you feeling?” she asked, more forcefully now.

“Fine, fine,” he said, but just then another cramp made him roll to his side into the fetal position. “Oh, god…”

Sam held him until he blacked out again.

*************

The next time he woke, Sam’s jacket was under his head. He looked around for her, but she wasn’t there. He tried to stand. “Sam?” he whispered? No answer. He stumbled to the entrance of the cave. Bright light assaulted his eyes and he was momentarily blinded. Gentle hands grabbed him and pushed him back. He started to fight, but then he heard Sam’s voice, “Cameron! What are you doing? How do you feel?”

“What’s going on, Sam? Are they back, yet?”

“No, but when you’re ready, I think we can get through the Gate. They have minimal guards at night and I think they are more of a “sound the alert” kind of team. They don’t seem that well trained.”

“I’m ready now…” Mitchell said, trying to lurch through the cave entrance. Sam wrapped her arms around his body and held him back.

“It’s only morning. I said we’d have a chance at night. You can use the day to get stronger.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he nodded, clumsily sitting back down.

Satisfied, Sam found some ration bars and they ate, gaining strength and waiting.

Mitchell fell asleep again and Sam used both of their jackets to cradle his head. She had been awake most of the night watching the guards, so she took this opportunity to rest herself. She rested her head on Mitchell’s arm, telling herself it was in case he woke and tried to lurch out of the cave again.

*************

Mitchell woke, lying on his side and feeling a weight on his arm. Slowly, cautiously, he opened his eyes and saw Sam’s back; the curve of her hip. She moved a little and her short blonde hairs tickled his bare arm. Mitchell raised his other arm and ran a finger lightly over Sam’s shoulder, down her side and up the curve of her hip. He heard her sigh. Lightly brushing away the hair from the side of her neck, he ran his fingers slowly up and down her neck, barely touching her. He saw her shiver. Encouraged, he leaned toward her and lightly kissed her neck. Then he spread tiny kisses up and down her neck, occasionally darting his tongue out to taste her.

Sam rolled over onto her back, her body under the shelter of his, her blue eyes staring up at her friend.

“Samantha,” Mitchell whispered hoarsely.

Sam reached up, laced her fingers in his light brown hair and pulled him to her. Their lips touched, hesitantly at first. Mitchell leaned into the kiss and then they were kissing hard, bodies pressing against each other, tongues battling to taste the other. They pulled away, panting.

Mitchell wanted to slow things down. He slowly untucked her black tee from her pants and over her head. Grinning, he kissed her neck and trailed shivering kisses down to her breasts, kissing her cleavage and over her bra. Sam put one hand in his hair and one up the sleeve of his tee, feeling the tense muscles in the arm that he used to brace his weight. “Cameron,” she sighed.

Mitchell’s kisses trailed down her stomach only to be blocked by the waist of her pants. He deftly unhooked the buckle with one hand and unfastened her military issued pants. Sam raised her hips slightly so Mitchell could pull her pants over her hips. He kissed her hipbone. “Are these regulation?” he asked as he flicked his tongue under the edge of her panties.

She chuckled quietly. “Shut up,” she said, before the next thing he did made her gasp. She heard him chuckle.

Then she heard gunfire.

Mitchell’s head jerked up and blue eyes met blue eyes. “They’re here?” “Now?” Frustration filled their voices, then urgency.

Sam threw on her tee and they gathered their stuff. Things moved quickly after that and before they knew it, the rescue team, happy that whatever had happened to Mitchell wasn’t fatal and, in fact, seemed to have passed, was escaping through the Gate, their prizes quickly following them. Before Sam could go through, Mitchell pulled her back. He kissed her hard and quick. “We’re not done,” he said, squinting his blue eyes towards hers.

“Don’t worry. I remember exactly where you left off.”

They passed through the gate; the rescue team dispersing on the other side.

“So,” Daniel said, “I see you’re feeling better. What did you do while waiting for the cavalry?”

Mitchell leaned toward Jackson and said quietly with a straight face, “Sam and I made passionate love.” Sam rolled her eyes. Then Mitchell laughed and he and Sam left together, glancing at each other and grinning.

“Yeah, right,” Daniel muttered.

I wrote this one a little while ago for something else, but thought I'd add it here. I had to include the sentence "Even Sam couldn't be pried away from her technical thingamabobs." and this is what I got...



Mitchell was bored.

Their last post-mission checkups had shown some unusual abnormalities and the team was confined to the base until Dr. Lam could make heads or tails of the problem. At least they weren’t quarantined to a single room, Mitchell thought.

But he was still bored. He caught up on his mission reports, except for putting the final stamp on this one. That had to wait until he knew whether to add that final sentence, “…and then we brought back that devious disease that makes the infected constantly crave ice cream.” Because, damn, he craved ice cream lately. Maybe it was just the boredom.

So, he made the rounds of his friends. Daniel was doing his translation stuff. Teal’c had offered to give him another hand-to-hand combat workout, but Mitchell was still sore from yesterday’s lesson. Vala was busily doing something on Daniel’s computer. Probably spending money. Even Sam couldn't be pried away from her technical thingamabobs.

He sat with Walter for a while, but there wasn’t even one “Unscheduled Offworld Activation!” to cut through the boredom. He sighed. One last try to find something interesting…

He walked into Sam’s lab and leaned against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest. Sam knew he was there, but didn’t look up. She knew he just wanted to interrupt his work to go eat or something. Mitchell kicked one untied boot against the wall behind him. Sam exhaled, protesting the interruption, and looked up. She laughed and jokingly held one hand over her eyes.

“Three times!” she exclaimed, still laughing. “Hey, does three times count as ‘always’?”

“Well, it’s closer.”

Sam put down her thingamabob. “You could have just said you were desperate.”

“I did!” Mitchell protested as he grabbed his pants from the doorknob and followed her down the hall, clumsily putting them back on. And waving to a cute, giggling, female sargeant.

Another "Just for fun" Stargate SG-1 fanfic.


Diner

When Daniel walked into the diner he saw the back of Mitchell’s head and his hands gesticulating wildly. He saw the front of Sam’s face and her eyes roll at whatever Mitchell was trying to sell. Daniel laughed as he walked over to the table and sat in an empty chair.

“So, what’s he trying to sell you this time?” Daniel asked Sam.

“Oh, he’s going on about how when he has his time travel adventure how he’s going to work it so when he’s born, he becomes the next Dr. Seuss or something.”

“Dr. Seuss?”

“Hey, don’t knock it,” Mitchell laughed. “The ability to talk in nonsensical rhymes all the time could come in handy.”

“I doubt he actually talks in rhymes and they aren’t really nonsensical…”

“You’re being too literal. Been hanging around Teal’c too much?” Mitchell countered. “By the way, where is the big guy? I thought you were picking him up?”

“Nah, he said he would borrow a jeep and join us.”

“Does he even have a license?”

Daniel shrugged and the conversation was stopped as the waitress arrived to take Daniel’s order. “Speaking of driving, when I drove up, I only saw Mitchell’s car…”

“I parked around back,” Sam responded quickly. “Busy breakfast hour and limited parking…”

“Maybe Jim Henson,” Mitchell blurted out.

“What?”

“Maybe I could time-travel and tell myself about the Muppets and then invent them before Jim Henson.”

“Wouldn’t they have been created before you were old enough and what’s with the obsession with children’s stuff all of a sudden?” Daniel asked.

“I want kids some day,” Mitchell answered Daniel and then looked Sam squarely in the face. “Don’t you?”

Sam was flustered for a second, then, ignoring the question, looked at Daniel. “That’s what started this. Mitchell has decided he wants to become a father.”

“A father!” Vala exclaimed, walking up with Teal’c. “Oh, we need another chair, Muscles, will you…?” Teal’c rolled his eyes indulgently and got her a chair. “So, what’s this about children? Daniel and I want to have children someday.”

“Vala!” Daniel sighed frustrated. “We’re just friends…”

“Well, you had that dinner date…” Mitchell said helpfully.

“But somehow, you were the one whose pants she took off.”

“Interesting conversation,” the waitress said, having only heard the pants line, as she brought some food and took Vala’s and Teal’c’s orders.

“We’re going to need a bigger boat,” Mitchell declared after hearing what they ordered.

“Boat?” Vala asked.

“Sorry. Movie. Jaws. Hey, we should watch that one next movie night!”

The conversation moved on to possible movies on movie night and other things and then Mitchell pushed back his chair. “Breakfast is on me,” he said throwing some money on the table. “But I have to get to the office.”

“Me, too,” Sam said. “See you guys when you get there.”

“Take your time, but Gate at 14:00,” Mitchell reminded the remaining team members as he turned to walk out the door with Sam. Outside, she started walking around the back of the diner. “Where are you going?”

“I’m supposed to be parked out back. You can pick me up there.”

“They can’t see you here and they don’t care anyway. And I don’t care.”

Sam glanced warily into the diner and let out a deep breath. “I’m not sure I’m ready…”

Mitchell leaned in and kissed her. Hard, but quick. “Well, if they were watching, they know now.” Sam punched him playfully on his arm and got into his Mustang.

Inside the diner, Vala said that when she and Teal’c drove up, they thought Sam hadn’t gotten there yet because they couldn’t find her car.

“She parked around back,” Daniel informed her, stabbing a bit of pancake with his fork.

Vala looked at Teal’c. “We parked behind the diner, Daniel Jackson,” Teal’c said.

“Oooooo,” Vala squealed. “Sam and Mitchell???”
“I’m sure he just gave her a ride,” Daniel cautioned.

“Yeah,” Vala said. “Just like when we didn’t have a dinner date…”

“Indeed.”

I think this is the area where everyone tells you that it's about Stargate and Cam/Sam and there are no spoilers unless you stopped watching before season 9 and if I owned them then why would I be putting the story in a journal instead of approaching a film producer? So...

I think this is where I'm supposed to link the story, but I have one word for that... "Huh?"

Yeah, not so much with the internet savvyness thing...



COMMON GROUND

They sat across from each other; hands on the kitchen table between them. Dividing them were dozens of pieces of metal.

Cold blue eyes staring at cold blue eyes. The blue in Cameron’s deepened as he stared challengingly at Sam. Sam’s eyes became steelier blue as she challenged back.

Sam knew that the deeper the blue of Cameron’s eyes, the less likely it was that he would ever back down. Would ever admit that he could be defeated. Then she saw him bite his lower lip. Ah-ha, she thought. A chink in his armor. A slight moment of faltering self-assurance.

Cameron noticed the slight upward curl of the corner of Sam’s lips and the quick flash in her steely blues. She thinks she has the advantage, he mused. She doesn’t know the Mitchell Resolve; the Mitchell Stubbornness.

She squinted slightly at him and he returned the look. One of her hands moved on the table and he jerked a little. “Jumpy?” she accused, giving him a wicked grin.

“Not at all,” he responded, squinting his eyes a bit more. “Just… ever alert.”

“Hmm. We’ll see, Cameron Mitchell. You survived the crash and so far you’ve survived the Ori, but you will go down in defeat to me. Your number is up.”

“Big talk, Mary Poppins. C’mon…. Your call. Or are you afraid…?”

“Ready, set, go!” Samantha said quickly and grabbed two metal pieces from in front of her, neatly fitting them together.

“Have to cheat, do you?” Mitchell challenged, losing no time in grabbing two pieces from his own side of the table and screwing them into each other.

“Thought you were ‘ever alert’?” she responded furiously grabbing pieces and assembling them together.

“Oh, don’t worry. Your little tricks won’t help you.” He wasted a second checking out her progress. “That’s a P-90 piece, Missy. You’re still working on the Zat.”

“Smart talk from someone that just put a pistol…”

“Crap,” he exclaimed, noticing his mistake just before she finished saying it. Sam laughed.

She leaned across the table for another piece and Cameron was distracted for a couple of seconds. “Might want to keep your eyes on your work, Colonel,” Sam taunted.

“Oh, I can look and still beat you, Colonel,” and he flashed a grin that made her concentration slip for a second.

Their hands worked furiously unscrambling and connecting the pieces on the table between them.

Her hair fell softly onto her face and Mitchell thought he could smell the cleanness of it over the oils from the weapon pieces. He quickly shook his head to clear those thoughts and get back on task.

Samantha stole a glance at Mitchell and almost sighed aloud at the sparkle in his eyes that defied the determined set of his jaw.

“Two finished!” he declared, slamming the completed Zat on the table.

“Cocky.”

“Confident,” he countered, covertly eyeing her as her movements emphasized the curve of her breast straining against her tank top.

Cameron tossed a piece behind his back over his shoulder and caught it effortlessly. “Cocky,” Sam repeated, but the graceful move had made her hesitate to admire his athletic ease.

She blinked her eyes hard to regain her concentration. The seconds passed quickly as the weapons assembled as if by magic. Sam slammed her last two pieces together.

“Finished!”

“Finished!” Mitchell said, a second behind Sam. “Crap.”

Sam folded her arms under her breasts, self-satisfied.

“You cheated, you know,” Mitchell said.

“I did not!”

“Yes, you did. Next time there will be a dress code.”

Sam looked down at her tight tank top and jeans. “Next time we do it naked.”

Mitchell groaned. “It could take me days if you’re naked.”

Sam laughed. “I have an engine apart in the garage. Want to see who can…?”

“Naked?” Mitchell prompted.

“Noooo,” Sam laughed.

“Nah, I don’t stand a chance. At least if you were naked, I wouldn’t mind losing. How about dinner? Steakhouse?”

“Your Mustang, my bike. Race ya.”

“Ready, Set, Go!” Cameron yelled as he ran out the door.

And then had to return for his keys.

I'm blaming any errors on Scarimor because she said this would be easy. I don't think she grasps the extent of my internet un-savvyness.