The Games People Play Chapter 40--Sideswiped
Title: The Games People Play Chapter 40--The Stage Is Set
Author: Lionchilde
Summary: Cam tried to slide into the conference room without fanfare. He had a file-folder in hand and kept his face in front of it, as if absorbed in what he was reading. Unfortunately for him, Landry was also late, which meant that the team had been sitting for at least fifteen minutes with nothing to do except speculate as to how his date with Carolyn had gone.
Rating: PG
Length: Around 800 words
Category:Gen
Pairings/Characters: D/V, Cam/Carolyn. Lots of em.
A/N: For fic101and 10hugs.
Sideswiped
Cam tried to slide into the conference room without fanfare. He had a file-folder in hand and kept his face in front of it, as if absorbed in what he was reading. Unfortunately for him, Landry was also late, which meant that the team had been sitting for at least fifteen minutes with nothing to do except speculate as to how his date with Carolyn had gone. He gave a mental sigh. He must have been crazy to think anything else would happen. Without even lowering the folder, he could feel four pairs of eyes glued to him.
He slowly walked to the table, pulled back an empty chair across from Jackson and Vala, then lowered himself into it, all without looking up. Vala tapped her nails impatiently on the table. He peered over the top of the folder at her. Then he pretended to go back to reading.
“Well, come on, Mitchell!” she huffed.
Slowly and deliberately, he placed the file-folder on the table in front of him, laid the tips of his fingers on it, and pushed it away. Then he looked around and scratched his earlobe.
“Anyone seen Landry?”
“No, as a matter of fact I haven’t,” Jackson said, his brow wrinkling.
“I’m sure he’ll be along any moment,” Vala prompted, leaning Cam impatiently.
“Hmm,” he planted his chin in his fist and frowned as if in thought.
“My dear Colonel, you are not fooling me one bit,” Vala said icily.
He tilted his head in feigned confusion, “Bout what?”
“You know we’re waiting to hear about last night!” she exclaimed.
“Last…night?” he tilted his head the other way.
“You’d better tell her something, Cam,” Sam chuckled. “She might explode soon.”
“I very well might!” Vala wrapped her knuckles on the table in annoyance.
“Nothing happened,” he said flatly.
“Oh, come on!” complained Vala.
“What?” he raised his eyebrows at her.
“Something must have happened! You were late this morning. You are never late!” she exclaimed.
“I got sideswiped on the way to work,” he said honestly. “I knew y’all were gonna be sittin’ here waitin’ to hear some big secret, too, but that’s what happened.”
“You’re kidding me,” Jackson said dryly.
“You must be joking!”
“I’m not,” insisted Cam. “I hugged her goodnight. That’s it. I swear!”
“Hugged?” Vala stared at him with a distinct air of betrayal. “Hugged?”
“Some of us know how to be gentlemen on the first date,” Cam remarked.
“Yes, well, my first date with Daniel involved a multimillion dollar theft, weapons’ grade naquadah and some very angry mercenaries. I can’t really blame him for getting over-excited,” Vala shrugged.
“Vala!” he exclaimed as the rest of the team began to laugh.
“What…?”
“It wasn’t a date!”
“Come now, darling, don’t start this again,” she sighed.
Before Jackson could issue more complaints, Carolyn appeared in the doorway. He took one look at her and knew instantly that something wasn’t right. Her face was drawn and pinched with anger, her shoulders held stiff and tense, and she bustled into the room in full doctor-mode. She paled as she saw that the chair at the head of the table was still empty, and the anger drained away.
“Hey, doc, what’s up?” he asked, frowning.
“I was hoping that my father would be here,” she replied, setting off another set of alarm-bells in his mind. On base, she very rarely called the general anything but “sir”; she didn’t want their personal relationship influencing her rapport with her potential patients. Not to mention the fact that their personal relationship wasn’t always so hot.
“Oh-he had that physical this morning, didn’t he?” Cam realized.
“He didn’t show up,” she said worriedly.
Cam’s eyebrow rose, and he moved his eyes quickly over each member of his team. “And nobody’s seen him?”
Jackson and Vala both shook their heads. Sam murmured a negative, and Teal’c frowned.
“I have not,” he replied.
“All right, let’s give him a call,” Cam said, reaching for the speakerphone in the center of the table. He dialed the general’s home phone from memory, then waited as the soft pulse of the phone filtered over the speaker. Once. Twice. Three times. Becoming more and more ominous with each ring. His voice mail picked up, and Cam stabbed his finger down on the disconnect button.
He pushed himself to his feet, his eyes locked with Carolyn’s dark ones as he gave a soft order to the members of SG-1. “Let’s go.”
Author: Lionchilde
Summary: Cam tried to slide into the conference room without fanfare. He had a file-folder in hand and kept his face in front of it, as if absorbed in what he was reading. Unfortunately for him, Landry was also late, which meant that the team had been sitting for at least fifteen minutes with nothing to do except speculate as to how his date with Carolyn had gone.
Rating: PG
Length: Around 800 words
Category:Gen
Pairings/Characters: D/V, Cam/Carolyn. Lots of em.
A/N: For fic101and 10hugs.
Sideswiped
Cam tried to slide into the conference room without fanfare. He had a file-folder in hand and kept his face in front of it, as if absorbed in what he was reading. Unfortunately for him, Landry was also late, which meant that the team had been sitting for at least fifteen minutes with nothing to do except speculate as to how his date with Carolyn had gone. He gave a mental sigh. He must have been crazy to think anything else would happen. Without even lowering the folder, he could feel four pairs of eyes glued to him.
He slowly walked to the table, pulled back an empty chair across from Jackson and Vala, then lowered himself into it, all without looking up. Vala tapped her nails impatiently on the table. He peered over the top of the folder at her. Then he pretended to go back to reading.
“Well, come on, Mitchell!” she huffed.
Slowly and deliberately, he placed the file-folder on the table in front of him, laid the tips of his fingers on it, and pushed it away. Then he looked around and scratched his earlobe.
“Anyone seen Landry?”
“No, as a matter of fact I haven’t,” Jackson said, his brow wrinkling.
“I’m sure he’ll be along any moment,” Vala prompted, leaning Cam impatiently.
“Hmm,” he planted his chin in his fist and frowned as if in thought.
“My dear Colonel, you are not fooling me one bit,” Vala said icily.
He tilted his head in feigned confusion, “Bout what?”
“You know we’re waiting to hear about last night!” she exclaimed.
“Last…night?” he tilted his head the other way.
“You’d better tell her something, Cam,” Sam chuckled. “She might explode soon.”
“I very well might!” Vala wrapped her knuckles on the table in annoyance.
“Nothing happened,” he said flatly.
“Oh, come on!” complained Vala.
“What?” he raised his eyebrows at her.
“Something must have happened! You were late this morning. You are never late!” she exclaimed.
“I got sideswiped on the way to work,” he said honestly. “I knew y’all were gonna be sittin’ here waitin’ to hear some big secret, too, but that’s what happened.”
“You’re kidding me,” Jackson said dryly.
“You must be joking!”
“I’m not,” insisted Cam. “I hugged her goodnight. That’s it. I swear!”
“Hugged?” Vala stared at him with a distinct air of betrayal. “Hugged?”
“Some of us know how to be gentlemen on the first date,” Cam remarked.
“Yes, well, my first date with Daniel involved a multimillion dollar theft, weapons’ grade naquadah and some very angry mercenaries. I can’t really blame him for getting over-excited,” Vala shrugged.
“Vala!” he exclaimed as the rest of the team began to laugh.
“What…?”
“It wasn’t a date!”
“Come now, darling, don’t start this again,” she sighed.
Before Jackson could issue more complaints, Carolyn appeared in the doorway. He took one look at her and knew instantly that something wasn’t right. Her face was drawn and pinched with anger, her shoulders held stiff and tense, and she bustled into the room in full doctor-mode. She paled as she saw that the chair at the head of the table was still empty, and the anger drained away.
“Hey, doc, what’s up?” he asked, frowning.
“I was hoping that my father would be here,” she replied, setting off another set of alarm-bells in his mind. On base, she very rarely called the general anything but “sir”; she didn’t want their personal relationship influencing her rapport with her potential patients. Not to mention the fact that their personal relationship wasn’t always so hot.
“Oh-he had that physical this morning, didn’t he?” Cam realized.
“He didn’t show up,” she said worriedly.
Cam’s eyebrow rose, and he moved his eyes quickly over each member of his team. “And nobody’s seen him?”
Jackson and Vala both shook their heads. Sam murmured a negative, and Teal’c frowned.
“I have not,” he replied.
“All right, let’s give him a call,” Cam said, reaching for the speakerphone in the center of the table. He dialed the general’s home phone from memory, then waited as the soft pulse of the phone filtered over the speaker. Once. Twice. Three times. Becoming more and more ominous with each ring. His voice mail picked up, and Cam stabbed his finger down on the disconnect button.
He pushed himself to his feet, his eyes locked with Carolyn’s dark ones as he gave a soft order to the members of SG-1. “Let’s go.”