The Games People Play Chapter 41--Scramble
Title: The Games People Play Chapter 41--Scramble
Author: Lionchilde
Summary: Heart pounding, Carolyn whirled and hurried into the hall, not waiting for the rest of Cam’s team to follow him out. She headed for the elevator without stopping to grab her coat or keys from her office. SG-1 clattered after her, talking in soft voices as they moved. They were so familiar with one another that they needed only a few words to organize six people.
Rating: PG
Length: Around 600 words
Category:Gen
Pairings/Characters: D/V, Cam/Carolyn. Lots of em.
A/N: For fic101and 10hugs.
Scramble
Heart pounding, Carolyn whirled and hurried into the hall, not waiting for the rest of Cam’s team to follow him out. She headed for the elevator without stopping to grab her coat or keys from her office. SG-1 clattered after her, talking in soft voices as they moved. They were so familiar with one another that they needed only a few words to organize six people.
“My car’s closest,” Sam said.
“Me and Carolyn’ll follow in my truck,” Cam nodded once as they all squeezed onto the elevator.
Carolyn said nothing, feeling her throat tighten with fear and guilt. She should have realized something was wrong when he’d started complaining about the headaches; she should have done something. It didn’t matter that she’d done exactly what her professional instincts told her to do-he was her father.
The elevator had never moved so slowly. The journey to the surface never seemed so endless. No one really said anything; they didn’t need to, and she simply couldn’t. Cam’s arm slipped quietly around her shoulders, and he drew her against his side, lowering his lips into her hair.
“It’ll be all right,” he promised, not in the tender and reassuring voice of a lover but with the authority of Colonel Mitchell, calm and confident in the midst of crisis. If had been any other crisis, she would have done the same thing with her own professional persona. She closed her eyes against tears and breathed him, drawing comfort from the strength of his arm.
As they reached the surface level, Sam pulled her cell phone from her pocket. She flipped it open and thumbed a number on speed dial, holding it to her ear. The elevator door opened and the whole group moved in a tight, rushed knot through the hall.
“Sir, we think there’s something wrong at General Landry’s,” Sam was saying into the phone, automatically reverting into the habit of using military address even though General O’Neill was her fiancé. “The team’s on the way; can you meet us?”
Tears stung Carolyn’s eyes as Cam ushered them through the last checkpoint. Moving out into the brisk January sun, they split into two groups, with Sam, Teal'c, Daniel and Vala making for Sam’s car while she and Cam raced to the truck. He unlocked the passenger side door for her and scrambled around to the other side. She had pulled the door shut and buckled her seatbelt by the time he climbed into the cab.
Needing distraction, she switched on the radio as he started the engine. He’d been listening to a country station on the way to work, and what she heard now was a clear-voiced female artist singing earnestly about love and destiny. She wasn’t sure why, but the tears that she had felt before suddenly began streaming down her cheeks. She twisted the radio knob back off and sighed impatiently at herself, then swiped at her face with the back of her hand.
“You okay?” Cam asked softly.
“Yeah,” she lied.
His hand moved off the steering wheel to cover hers. “Carolyn. We’re all gonna feel really silly if he’s taking a shower.”
“I know,” she sniffled, forcing a smile she didn’t feel. He knew it wasn’t real, but he didn’t push. Both of them knew that her father didn’t oversleep; both of them knew that he wasn’t an alarmist. He wouldn’t have taken SG-1 off base on a cross-town jaunt through traffic without good reason, and her father wouldn’t have been late for work for any reason. Except one…
Author: Lionchilde
Summary: Heart pounding, Carolyn whirled and hurried into the hall, not waiting for the rest of Cam’s team to follow him out. She headed for the elevator without stopping to grab her coat or keys from her office. SG-1 clattered after her, talking in soft voices as they moved. They were so familiar with one another that they needed only a few words to organize six people.
Rating: PG
Length: Around 600 words
Category:Gen
Pairings/Characters: D/V, Cam/Carolyn. Lots of em.
A/N: For fic101and 10hugs.
Scramble
Heart pounding, Carolyn whirled and hurried into the hall, not waiting for the rest of Cam’s team to follow him out. She headed for the elevator without stopping to grab her coat or keys from her office. SG-1 clattered after her, talking in soft voices as they moved. They were so familiar with one another that they needed only a few words to organize six people.
“My car’s closest,” Sam said.
“Me and Carolyn’ll follow in my truck,” Cam nodded once as they all squeezed onto the elevator.
Carolyn said nothing, feeling her throat tighten with fear and guilt. She should have realized something was wrong when he’d started complaining about the headaches; she should have done something. It didn’t matter that she’d done exactly what her professional instincts told her to do-he was her father.
The elevator had never moved so slowly. The journey to the surface never seemed so endless. No one really said anything; they didn’t need to, and she simply couldn’t. Cam’s arm slipped quietly around her shoulders, and he drew her against his side, lowering his lips into her hair.
“It’ll be all right,” he promised, not in the tender and reassuring voice of a lover but with the authority of Colonel Mitchell, calm and confident in the midst of crisis. If had been any other crisis, she would have done the same thing with her own professional persona. She closed her eyes against tears and breathed him, drawing comfort from the strength of his arm.
As they reached the surface level, Sam pulled her cell phone from her pocket. She flipped it open and thumbed a number on speed dial, holding it to her ear. The elevator door opened and the whole group moved in a tight, rushed knot through the hall.
“Sir, we think there’s something wrong at General Landry’s,” Sam was saying into the phone, automatically reverting into the habit of using military address even though General O’Neill was her fiancé. “The team’s on the way; can you meet us?”
Tears stung Carolyn’s eyes as Cam ushered them through the last checkpoint. Moving out into the brisk January sun, they split into two groups, with Sam, Teal'c, Daniel and Vala making for Sam’s car while she and Cam raced to the truck. He unlocked the passenger side door for her and scrambled around to the other side. She had pulled the door shut and buckled her seatbelt by the time he climbed into the cab.
Needing distraction, she switched on the radio as he started the engine. He’d been listening to a country station on the way to work, and what she heard now was a clear-voiced female artist singing earnestly about love and destiny. She wasn’t sure why, but the tears that she had felt before suddenly began streaming down her cheeks. She twisted the radio knob back off and sighed impatiently at herself, then swiped at her face with the back of her hand.
“You okay?” Cam asked softly.
“Yeah,” she lied.
His hand moved off the steering wheel to cover hers. “Carolyn. We’re all gonna feel really silly if he’s taking a shower.”
“I know,” she sniffled, forcing a smile she didn’t feel. He knew it wasn’t real, but he didn’t push. Both of them knew that her father didn’t oversleep; both of them knew that he wasn’t an alarmist. He wouldn’t have taken SG-1 off base on a cross-town jaunt through traffic without good reason, and her father wouldn’t have been late for work for any reason. Except one…