Fic: Sick Day
Fic: Sick Day
Rating: PG
Pairing: Cam/Vala
Notes: It's virkatjol's birthday!! And this is really short, I'm sorry. I'm trying to find my C/V writing mojo again.
Vala wakes up in the morning and there’s an awful weight on her chest, thick and stifling pressure that crawls through her body and blocks her breath and makes her feel like she’s crawling through fog just to get thoughts from one place in her mind to another.
She sits up and then flops back onto the bed immediately; she can’t move like this, can’t possibly. She whines pitifully but no one comes beckoning. It’s with great determination that she manages up and into her BDUs - they’re not going offworld today, normally she’d enjoy the chance to spice up the ensemble. Today she doesn’t even tuck her shirt. She just makes her way pitifully, snuffling and bleary eyed, through familiar gray hallways until she shoves open the door to Cam’s office.
“I’m sick,” she announces, feet planted on the floor in front of his desk, looking at him expectantly.
He doesn’t so much as glance up. “Hate it for you.”
“Cameron,” she says again. “I’m sick.”
It comes out more like ‘sig’ with her current stopped up state. She thinks it adds a nice touch of authenticity, so she plays it up a little.
“I’m sure Carolyn would set you up good.” He glances up at her finally, and looks taken aback. “You look like crap.”
“Cameron!” She’s insulted. Yes, she’s sick, but it’s still never pleasant to be reminded when she’s not looking her best.
“You got about fifty hours to kick it before we go offworld,” he says. “If that’s what you’re worried about. Go let Carolyn dole out the good drugs. You can sleep it off I bet.”
She glares at him. Going offworld really wasn’t a concern of hers.
“Don’t you care?” She pouts.
“‘course I do. We’ll be shorthanded without you.” He goes back to staring at his computer screen, typing and frowning at whatever he’s reading. When she doesn’t leave, he glances back over at her. “Need something else?”
She shakes her head, feeling somehow immeasurably worse now than when she’d come in.
*
She does go to Carolyn. Carolyn does give her the good drugs, and she goes take her achy, leaking self back to her bed where she changes into the most comfortable worn t-shirt she has and crawls back under the covers.
She does sleep for hours and hours, sleep broken up by strange dreams that leave her lonely and sad even though she can’t quite remember why. She wakes up hungry and feeling gross, but only takes more medicine and goes back to bed again. The mountain doesn’t lend well toward any sense of time continuity. She has no idea how long she’s been here when there’s a knock on the door.
She opens it, not bothering to to tend to details like checking her hair or putting on pants. Shame over her body has long since been abandoned in her lifetime, and if anyone else has a problem with it - well, their problem, really.
It’s Cameron and she’s tempted to slam the door back in his face, though the tiny rational non-sick part of her mind informs her quite obnoxiously that he did nothing wrong.
“Brought you soup,” he says, holding up a takeaway bowl from the cafeteria. “And some magazines. Had to scrounge around, but I’ll head topside later and hit the store if there’s something else you need.”
“You-” She’s dumbfounded after his dismissal of her earlier. Her voice is very small and a little sad when she says, “Why?”
His brow furrows in concern. “Cause you’re sick?”
“But you didn’t-” She starts to ask, and then stops. Maybe he didn’t pay her any attention earlier, but here’s here now, and isn’t that better than nothing at all? She straightens up a little and turns, getting back into bed. When she’s settled again she finds him watching her with an amused look on his face.
“Comfy there, princess?” He asks.
She shakes her head. “Not particularly. I could do with having my pillows fluffed. And I’m starving, please bring that soup over here. You may keep me company while I eat it, and then go shop for me once I’m done.”
Yes, certainly better than nothing at all.
Rating: PG
Pairing: Cam/Vala
Notes: It's virkatjol's birthday!! And this is really short, I'm sorry. I'm trying to find my C/V writing mojo again.
Vala wakes up in the morning and there’s an awful weight on her chest, thick and stifling pressure that crawls through her body and blocks her breath and makes her feel like she’s crawling through fog just to get thoughts from one place in her mind to another.
She sits up and then flops back onto the bed immediately; she can’t move like this, can’t possibly. She whines pitifully but no one comes beckoning. It’s with great determination that she manages up and into her BDUs - they’re not going offworld today, normally she’d enjoy the chance to spice up the ensemble. Today she doesn’t even tuck her shirt. She just makes her way pitifully, snuffling and bleary eyed, through familiar gray hallways until she shoves open the door to Cam’s office.
“I’m sick,” she announces, feet planted on the floor in front of his desk, looking at him expectantly.
He doesn’t so much as glance up. “Hate it for you.”
“Cameron,” she says again. “I’m sick.”
It comes out more like ‘sig’ with her current stopped up state. She thinks it adds a nice touch of authenticity, so she plays it up a little.
“I’m sure Carolyn would set you up good.” He glances up at her finally, and looks taken aback. “You look like crap.”
“Cameron!” She’s insulted. Yes, she’s sick, but it’s still never pleasant to be reminded when she’s not looking her best.
“You got about fifty hours to kick it before we go offworld,” he says. “If that’s what you’re worried about. Go let Carolyn dole out the good drugs. You can sleep it off I bet.”
She glares at him. Going offworld really wasn’t a concern of hers.
“Don’t you care?” She pouts.
“‘course I do. We’ll be shorthanded without you.” He goes back to staring at his computer screen, typing and frowning at whatever he’s reading. When she doesn’t leave, he glances back over at her. “Need something else?”
She shakes her head, feeling somehow immeasurably worse now than when she’d come in.
*
She does go to Carolyn. Carolyn does give her the good drugs, and she goes take her achy, leaking self back to her bed where she changes into the most comfortable worn t-shirt she has and crawls back under the covers.
She does sleep for hours and hours, sleep broken up by strange dreams that leave her lonely and sad even though she can’t quite remember why. She wakes up hungry and feeling gross, but only takes more medicine and goes back to bed again. The mountain doesn’t lend well toward any sense of time continuity. She has no idea how long she’s been here when there’s a knock on the door.
She opens it, not bothering to to tend to details like checking her hair or putting on pants. Shame over her body has long since been abandoned in her lifetime, and if anyone else has a problem with it - well, their problem, really.
It’s Cameron and she’s tempted to slam the door back in his face, though the tiny rational non-sick part of her mind informs her quite obnoxiously that he did nothing wrong.
“Brought you soup,” he says, holding up a takeaway bowl from the cafeteria. “And some magazines. Had to scrounge around, but I’ll head topside later and hit the store if there’s something else you need.”
“You-” She’s dumbfounded after his dismissal of her earlier. Her voice is very small and a little sad when she says, “Why?”
His brow furrows in concern. “Cause you’re sick?”
“But you didn’t-” She starts to ask, and then stops. Maybe he didn’t pay her any attention earlier, but here’s here now, and isn’t that better than nothing at all? She straightens up a little and turns, getting back into bed. When she’s settled again she finds him watching her with an amused look on his face.
“Comfy there, princess?” He asks.
She shakes her head. “Not particularly. I could do with having my pillows fluffed. And I’m starving, please bring that soup over here. You may keep me company while I eat it, and then go shop for me once I’m done.”
Yes, certainly better than nothing at all.