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Spoilers: Casting for seasons 9/10
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Not my characters. Because if they were Sam would be a real hussy :p
Summary: “Cam’s a pretty upbeat sort of guy. So he never really thought about what the world would be like after the Ori reached Earth.”
Cam’s a pretty upbeat sort of guy. So he never really thought about what the world would be like after the Ori reached Earth.
In those brief moments when he had allowed the realities of their tactical situation to run through his mind, he had imagined mostly sadness and loss.
Being best man at his friends wedding, had not exactly been a possibility he had envisioned even before the Earth was taken over by religious zealots, the SGC razed and its remnants fled to the alpha site and exile.
Years of exile.
But the smile on Daniel’s face as he watches his bride walk down the aisle means that Cam will ignore the surrealism.
Daniel is older now than he was when Cam first met him. His hair is greying and his face normally set in lines of sadness that stalks them all. Today, however, he seems almost radiant. As does the dark haired beauty who comes to stand at his side.
Vala has somehow managed to rustle up a white dress, despite their general lack of supplies. She is unusually serious, her eyes only for Daniel, tears staining her cheeks.
Sam too has somehow managed to find a dress, although it is khaki and looks suspiciously as though it has been sewn together from spare BDUs. Still she looks beautiful, native white blossoms woven into the blonde hair that has now grown down to her shoulders. Cam smiles across at her as Daniel and Vala exchange their vows, pleased to see her return it, although it barely reaches her eyes.
As the assembled crowd cheers the union, Cam too feels some of the ever-present pain and frustration lift from his soul. They had needed this.
Later on, at a wedding banquet a few dedicated scroungers have spent weeks preparing; Cam can’t help but grin as he watches the happy couple. Vala is her usually outrageous self but refuses to leave her husband’s side, her eyes shining as she looks at him. Daniel holds her close, smiling and laughing more than he has in years.
Cam also watches Sam, but her face doesn’t make him smile. She too watches the happy couple with fondness, but her eyes are tired. In moments when she thinks no-one is watching, the smile slips, and the haunted expression is back. He knows what she is thinking even before Landry stands and makes a toast to absent friends.
Cam has lost his mother and father and his friends. He thinks of them every day, worries how they are faring under an oppressive Ori regime. Part of him hopes that they have acquiesced, even though part of him knows that they wouldn’t.
Still, he needs to believe that they are alive and safe until he knows otherwise.
Sam knows differently.
Cassie Freasier, Teal’c, General Hammond and General O’Neill were at the SGC when it was destroyed. They were to have been in the next group to escape to the Alpha site.
They didn’t.
There is a chance that they survived, that they even survive still. But it is not a reasonable one.
Cam mourns their loss too, counting all four as close friends. However, he knows that to Sam, those four represent almost all that was left of her family.
All she had left after that day was Daniel, and although Daniel loves Sam, and will always love Sam, the laughter Cam hears from him now says that Sam cannot be his top priority.
The same scroungers that dug up a wedding banquet have also managed to assemble a tiny musical ensemble. Under contraband fairy lights strewn in the branches of trees and the glow of the setting sun, the bride and groom dance together in the settlement’s square. Others join them, couples pairing off, half the settlement happily gyrating to the cheerful music on the dance floor. Daniel and Vala had brought a level of joy to the group that has not been seen since that awful day when they fell through the ‘Gate, misery on their heels.
A couple of young Lieutenants ask Cam for a turn, but he begs off. Sam too does not lack for her share of admirers, but she hangs by the wall quietly sipping on her drink.
Cam goes to join her, no longer able to bear the pain only he seems able to see.
“Hey,” he says laconically.
She smiles at his tone, exactly as he had hoped. “Hey yourself.”
“Nice wedding, huh?”
Sam tilts her head at Daniel and Vala, still dancing as though not one other person is in the room. “It was wasn’t it?”
“Heck. I think the two of them need to get a room.”
Sam ducks her head and giggles. “I think you might be right.”
Cam straddles a chair and regards her sombrely.
“What?” She asks.
“It’s just good to hear you laugh. It’s been a while.”
Instantly her eyes become haunted again, and Cam regrets his words. “I guess you’re right,” she says and looks away.
“I’m sorry,” he says quietly.
“It’s ok Cam. You were just making an observation.”
“That’s not what I meant.”
She turns back to meet his eyes. “I know.”
Cam reaches forward to touch her face, wanting to caress away the sorrow. She leans into the palm of his hand and sighs, her breath warm against his forearm.
“Dance with me?” He asks.
For a moment she looks as though she wants to refuse, but stops and then nods her response.
The band is playing a slow song, notes drifting through the tree branches. Cam pulls Sam against him loosely, resting his hands on her waist. She wraps her fingers around his neck, her head tucked in next to his. The unusual scent of the flowers in her hair fills his nostrils, but underneath that he can still smell the mixture of soap, engine oil, metal and something indefinable that he has come to associate with her.
The outdoor dance floor has darkened as moonlight replaced the setting sun. The other couples are barely discernable only as blurs on the periphery of Cam’s vision. He shifts his hands to the small of Sam’s back and pulls them more closely together guiding her into a slow swaying motion in time with the music.
“You look beautiful,” he whispers, somehow knowing that spoken words would spoil the mood.
She tilts her head back and smiles sweetly. “It’s not exactly Valentino,” she demurs.
“I’ve always thought that khaki was your colour.”
“It’s why I joined the Air Force.”
He laughs. “Good thinking.”
She sighs, the haunted look back. “Sometimes.”
“Oh Sam,” he sighs. Now he is the one unable to keep the pain from his voice. He pulls her more tightly against him, wanting desperately to be able to make things better for her somehow. With all the other horror, all the other loss, somehow her sadness makes it all the worse.
Somehow her sadness becomes his own.
She kisses his cheek lightly, and he knows that she understands that.
“You know that I love you right?”
She smiles, and this time, he thinks that it, maybe, touches her eyes.
“I do.”
She nestles her head in against his neck, her breath fluttering on his cheek.
Soon enough the bride and groom retire and some time later the band too depart for bed switching the lights off as they go. Only one couple remain on the dance floor, swaying to music only they can hear, under the light of an unfamiliar moon.
Drawing what comfort they can.
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Not my characters. Because if they were Sam would be a real hussy :p
Summary: “Cam’s a pretty upbeat sort of guy. So he never really thought about what the world would be like after the Ori reached Earth.”
Cam’s a pretty upbeat sort of guy. So he never really thought about what the world would be like after the Ori reached Earth.
In those brief moments when he had allowed the realities of their tactical situation to run through his mind, he had imagined mostly sadness and loss.
Being best man at his friends wedding, had not exactly been a possibility he had envisioned even before the Earth was taken over by religious zealots, the SGC razed and its remnants fled to the alpha site and exile.
Years of exile.
But the smile on Daniel’s face as he watches his bride walk down the aisle means that Cam will ignore the surrealism.
Daniel is older now than he was when Cam first met him. His hair is greying and his face normally set in lines of sadness that stalks them all. Today, however, he seems almost radiant. As does the dark haired beauty who comes to stand at his side.
Vala has somehow managed to rustle up a white dress, despite their general lack of supplies. She is unusually serious, her eyes only for Daniel, tears staining her cheeks.
Sam too has somehow managed to find a dress, although it is khaki and looks suspiciously as though it has been sewn together from spare BDUs. Still she looks beautiful, native white blossoms woven into the blonde hair that has now grown down to her shoulders. Cam smiles across at her as Daniel and Vala exchange their vows, pleased to see her return it, although it barely reaches her eyes.
As the assembled crowd cheers the union, Cam too feels some of the ever-present pain and frustration lift from his soul. They had needed this.
Later on, at a wedding banquet a few dedicated scroungers have spent weeks preparing; Cam can’t help but grin as he watches the happy couple. Vala is her usually outrageous self but refuses to leave her husband’s side, her eyes shining as she looks at him. Daniel holds her close, smiling and laughing more than he has in years.
Cam also watches Sam, but her face doesn’t make him smile. She too watches the happy couple with fondness, but her eyes are tired. In moments when she thinks no-one is watching, the smile slips, and the haunted expression is back. He knows what she is thinking even before Landry stands and makes a toast to absent friends.
Cam has lost his mother and father and his friends. He thinks of them every day, worries how they are faring under an oppressive Ori regime. Part of him hopes that they have acquiesced, even though part of him knows that they wouldn’t.
Still, he needs to believe that they are alive and safe until he knows otherwise.
Sam knows differently.
Cassie Freasier, Teal’c, General Hammond and General O’Neill were at the SGC when it was destroyed. They were to have been in the next group to escape to the Alpha site.
They didn’t.
There is a chance that they survived, that they even survive still. But it is not a reasonable one.
Cam mourns their loss too, counting all four as close friends. However, he knows that to Sam, those four represent almost all that was left of her family.
All she had left after that day was Daniel, and although Daniel loves Sam, and will always love Sam, the laughter Cam hears from him now says that Sam cannot be his top priority.
The same scroungers that dug up a wedding banquet have also managed to assemble a tiny musical ensemble. Under contraband fairy lights strewn in the branches of trees and the glow of the setting sun, the bride and groom dance together in the settlement’s square. Others join them, couples pairing off, half the settlement happily gyrating to the cheerful music on the dance floor. Daniel and Vala had brought a level of joy to the group that has not been seen since that awful day when they fell through the ‘Gate, misery on their heels.
A couple of young Lieutenants ask Cam for a turn, but he begs off. Sam too does not lack for her share of admirers, but she hangs by the wall quietly sipping on her drink.
Cam goes to join her, no longer able to bear the pain only he seems able to see.
“Hey,” he says laconically.
She smiles at his tone, exactly as he had hoped. “Hey yourself.”
“Nice wedding, huh?”
Sam tilts her head at Daniel and Vala, still dancing as though not one other person is in the room. “It was wasn’t it?”
“Heck. I think the two of them need to get a room.”
Sam ducks her head and giggles. “I think you might be right.”
Cam straddles a chair and regards her sombrely.
“What?” She asks.
“It’s just good to hear you laugh. It’s been a while.”
Instantly her eyes become haunted again, and Cam regrets his words. “I guess you’re right,” she says and looks away.
“I’m sorry,” he says quietly.
“It’s ok Cam. You were just making an observation.”
“That’s not what I meant.”
She turns back to meet his eyes. “I know.”
Cam reaches forward to touch her face, wanting to caress away the sorrow. She leans into the palm of his hand and sighs, her breath warm against his forearm.
“Dance with me?” He asks.
For a moment she looks as though she wants to refuse, but stops and then nods her response.
The band is playing a slow song, notes drifting through the tree branches. Cam pulls Sam against him loosely, resting his hands on her waist. She wraps her fingers around his neck, her head tucked in next to his. The unusual scent of the flowers in her hair fills his nostrils, but underneath that he can still smell the mixture of soap, engine oil, metal and something indefinable that he has come to associate with her.
The outdoor dance floor has darkened as moonlight replaced the setting sun. The other couples are barely discernable only as blurs on the periphery of Cam’s vision. He shifts his hands to the small of Sam’s back and pulls them more closely together guiding her into a slow swaying motion in time with the music.
“You look beautiful,” he whispers, somehow knowing that spoken words would spoil the mood.
She tilts her head back and smiles sweetly. “It’s not exactly Valentino,” she demurs.
“I’ve always thought that khaki was your colour.”
“It’s why I joined the Air Force.”
He laughs. “Good thinking.”
She sighs, the haunted look back. “Sometimes.”
“Oh Sam,” he sighs. Now he is the one unable to keep the pain from his voice. He pulls her more tightly against him, wanting desperately to be able to make things better for her somehow. With all the other horror, all the other loss, somehow her sadness makes it all the worse.
Somehow her sadness becomes his own.
She kisses his cheek lightly, and he knows that she understands that.
“You know that I love you right?”
She smiles, and this time, he thinks that it, maybe, touches her eyes.
“I do.”
She nestles her head in against his neck, her breath fluttering on his cheek.
Soon enough the bride and groom retire and some time later the band too depart for bed switching the lights off as they go. Only one couple remain on the dance floor, swaying to music only they can hear, under the light of an unfamiliar moon.
Drawing what comfort they can.
