It had to be done.
Silly and very-quick fic, because
_minxy_ left me with Cam and Teal'c on the brain, and because tomorrow (well, today, technically) is Bruce Willis Day, and you know Cam and Teal'c are there.
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“Oh, Colonel Mitchell -”
“Off duty!” Cam said, whipping around the corner.
The lieutenant trailed him, caught up when Cam had to slow to let a fully-kitted SG-8 pass on their way to the gate room. “Sir, Dr. Lam sent me to find you, it’s about scheduling the physicals for SG-1 -”
“And I would be very concerned about that. If I were on duty.” Cam stopped at the elevators, hit the down button with maybe a little more enthusiasm than was necessary. “But thanks for the message Lieutenant…Powell? Really?”
“Uh…yes, sir.”
“Huh.”
Powell straightened and squared himself, got that blank expression that orderlies got sometimes, the worrying one that usually meant they were about to do something really unpleasant. “Sir, with respect -”
The elevator slid open and Cam stepped quickly inside, turned with a hand against one side to hold the doors. “Man, it is my Friday night, come on.”
“It’s Wednesday, sir.”
“Not when you’re on a three day mission rotation it isn’t.” He shoved his hand into his jacket pocket, and as the doors slid shut, said, “Tell her you just missed me!”
When he got there, Teal’c was in Jackson’s office, just like he told Cam he would be. Jackson himself was hunched over something with a magnifying lens and a pen in his teeth and didn’t look up.
“Teal’c! Good to go?”
“Indeed. The tickets?”
“Pickin’m up.”
“Where’re you going?” Jackson asked, muffled around the pen. He flicked a glance up at Teal’c without straightening and then went back to whatever the hell he was doing with that tablet.
“We have a date with McClane,” Cam said.
That got Jackson’s attention. “What, both of you?”
“Of course.”
“…does she…work here?”
Teal’c and Cam exchanged long glances, pitying. Resigned. Some people were hopeless. But Jackson either had already forgotten about it or was just ignoring them, because he’d already looked down again, pulled one of the open notebooks closer with his free hand and started writing something, sideways because he wasn’t watching. Yeah, he’d be busy for a while. Cam backed up a few steps, back out into the hallway. "Yeah, we'll bring you some popcorn."
"Uh, yeah, thanks..."
Back in the elevator, watching the numbers steadily rise, he glanced sideways at Teal'c. "He really hasn't seen Die Hard?"
"No," said Teal'c, with the exasperated eyebrow. At him or at Jackson, Cam wasn't totally sure. Had to be Jackson. Not having seen Die Hard...that was just not right.
"Ten says he blows up a national monument."
"A foolish wager."
"Yup," Cam beamed. Man, this was gonna be great.
And then they got Schezwan. And had sex? Chinese food seems to be code for sex. Crap, no! I do not need another ship!
Yippie ki yay mo, folks.
_minxy_ left me with Cam and Teal'c on the brain, and because tomorrow (well, today, technically) is Bruce Willis Day, and you know Cam and Teal'c are there.
---
“Oh, Colonel Mitchell -”
“Off duty!” Cam said, whipping around the corner.
The lieutenant trailed him, caught up when Cam had to slow to let a fully-kitted SG-8 pass on their way to the gate room. “Sir, Dr. Lam sent me to find you, it’s about scheduling the physicals for SG-1 -”
“And I would be very concerned about that. If I were on duty.” Cam stopped at the elevators, hit the down button with maybe a little more enthusiasm than was necessary. “But thanks for the message Lieutenant…Powell? Really?”
“Uh…yes, sir.”
“Huh.”
Powell straightened and squared himself, got that blank expression that orderlies got sometimes, the worrying one that usually meant they were about to do something really unpleasant. “Sir, with respect -”
The elevator slid open and Cam stepped quickly inside, turned with a hand against one side to hold the doors. “Man, it is my Friday night, come on.”
“It’s Wednesday, sir.”
“Not when you’re on a three day mission rotation it isn’t.” He shoved his hand into his jacket pocket, and as the doors slid shut, said, “Tell her you just missed me!”
When he got there, Teal’c was in Jackson’s office, just like he told Cam he would be. Jackson himself was hunched over something with a magnifying lens and a pen in his teeth and didn’t look up.
“Teal’c! Good to go?”
“Indeed. The tickets?”
“Pickin’m up.”
“Where’re you going?” Jackson asked, muffled around the pen. He flicked a glance up at Teal’c without straightening and then went back to whatever the hell he was doing with that tablet.
“We have a date with McClane,” Cam said.
That got Jackson’s attention. “What, both of you?”
“Of course.”
“…does she…work here?”
Teal’c and Cam exchanged long glances, pitying. Resigned. Some people were hopeless. But Jackson either had already forgotten about it or was just ignoring them, because he’d already looked down again, pulled one of the open notebooks closer with his free hand and started writing something, sideways because he wasn’t watching. Yeah, he’d be busy for a while. Cam backed up a few steps, back out into the hallway. "Yeah, we'll bring you some popcorn."
"Uh, yeah, thanks..."
Back in the elevator, watching the numbers steadily rise, he glanced sideways at Teal'c. "He really hasn't seen Die Hard?"
"No," said Teal'c, with the exasperated eyebrow. At him or at Jackson, Cam wasn't totally sure. Had to be Jackson. Not having seen Die Hard...that was just not right.
"Ten says he blows up a national monument."
"A foolish wager."
"Yup," Cam beamed. Man, this was gonna be great.
And then they got Schezwan. And had sex? Chinese food seems to be code for sex. Crap, no! I do not need another ship!
Yippie ki yay mo, folks.