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stormylullabye) wrote2011-01-23 10:44 pm
stormylullabye) wrote2011-01-23 10:44 pm
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Fic for emeraldsnakes!
Title: Not Waiting
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stormylullabye
Fandom: SGA/SG-1
Characters: John/Cam
Word Count: 802
Rating: PG
Summary/Notes: Written foremeraldsnakes, who wanted John/Cam Christmasfic with a little angst.
Cam tells himself he’s not waiting, but it’s pretty obvious that he’s doing just that. Why else would he be sitting in his apartment by himself on Christmas Eve?
It would probably look a little sad to someone looking in from the street: the lights are strung around the tree, which is kind of a Charlie Brown looking thing anyway – being stuck off-world for two weeks is kind of hell on plants – and there are some presents beneath it, but not many. There are more – a ton more, actually – but they’re packed up, set carefully into the two suitcases in the other room, ready for Cam to take them on the plane in the morning and accompany them back to Auburn for the holiday. Cam’s had Christmas with his team; it was mostly a quiet thing, even with Vala in attendance. Cam has no idea how Jackson managed to convince her to stay calm for more than a few minutes at a time, but he appreciates it all the same.
The presents left beneath the tree are for John. John, who should be here by now, who should have been here two hours ago.
Not that Cam’s waiting.
Except he is, because he should have been in bed an hour ago, should be sleeping by now. He’s got an early flight home to Kansas, and he’s going to be exhausted if he doesn’t get to bed soon, which will really frustrate Momma. He keeps telling himself he’ll just wait ten more minutes, and then ten more, and now it’s been hours and John still isn’t here.
It’s not like it had ever been a sure thing that he was coming, anyway, Cam tries to rationalize. John had mentioned that he’d wanted to a few months back, and they’d brought it up enough to confirm details as much as they could, but John’s the military leader of an expedition to another galaxy. He can’t really make plans like that and expect to follow them no matter what. There’s always the possibility of a Wraith attack, or of the Genii invading, or of John being needed somewhere for something. They both know it, which is why John’s got a standby ticket.
And Cam tries to not-wait, but he can’t help it. Ten more minutes, he tells himself firmly, and he looks at the television he’s not really watching and sighs.
Another hour passes, and another, and Cam finally tells himself around 0200 that John’s not coming. It was always more than a possibility – a probability, John would have called it – and Cam feels like he should have been more prepared for this, but he’s pretty disappointed when he hauls himself off the couch and turns off the television. He hesitates before unplugging the tree; it’s tradition to leave it lit on Christmas Eve, but he’s going to be in enough of a rush in the morning already. He makes his way down the hallway in the dark and climbs into bed, checks the alarm one last time, and falls asleep.
He wakes suddenly sometime later to the feeling of something being distinctly not right. There’s someone else in the room with him, someone watching him, and Cam keeps his breathing even as he opens his eyes the slightest bit, trying to gauge the situation.
A figure moves across the room, and just as Cam’s about to spring out of bed and knock whoever it is to the ground, it speaks. “Sorry I woke you.”
“John?” Cam sits up and hits the switch on his nightstand lamp. John’s standing there, dark circles under his eyes, looking like he’d fought a war to get to Cam’s side, and Cam stands and wraps his arms around the other man and tucks his face into John’s neck. “You made it.”
“I made it,” he replies, and he drops whatever he’s holding onto the floor and returns the hug, just as tightly, and they just stand there like that for a while, holding each other.
“You look exhausted,” Cam says when he pulls back, and John closes his eyes and sighs.
“Two hours before we have to get up,” he says. He pulls his shirt off and sits on the edge of the bed to work at his boots and pants. Cam sits next to him.
“We’ll stay here,” he says quietly as John finishes undressing and slips between the sheets.
“Your family-”
“-will understand,” Cam says gently. “You’re my family too, John, and right now, you’re the family I’m worried about.”
John doesn’t say anything as Cam settles down beside him and draws him in.
“Sleep,” Cam says gently, kissing the corner of John’s eye as it slides closed.
“Merry Christmas,” John mumbles, resting his head on Cam’s shoulder.
“Merry Christmas,” Cam whispers back, but John’s already asleep.
Author:
stormylullabye Fandom: SGA/SG-1
Characters: John/Cam
Word Count: 802
Rating: PG
Summary/Notes: Written for
emeraldsnakes, who wanted John/Cam Christmasfic with a little angst. Cam tells himself he’s not waiting, but it’s pretty obvious that he’s doing just that. Why else would he be sitting in his apartment by himself on Christmas Eve?
It would probably look a little sad to someone looking in from the street: the lights are strung around the tree, which is kind of a Charlie Brown looking thing anyway – being stuck off-world for two weeks is kind of hell on plants – and there are some presents beneath it, but not many. There are more – a ton more, actually – but they’re packed up, set carefully into the two suitcases in the other room, ready for Cam to take them on the plane in the morning and accompany them back to Auburn for the holiday. Cam’s had Christmas with his team; it was mostly a quiet thing, even with Vala in attendance. Cam has no idea how Jackson managed to convince her to stay calm for more than a few minutes at a time, but he appreciates it all the same.
The presents left beneath the tree are for John. John, who should be here by now, who should have been here two hours ago.
Not that Cam’s waiting.
Except he is, because he should have been in bed an hour ago, should be sleeping by now. He’s got an early flight home to Kansas, and he’s going to be exhausted if he doesn’t get to bed soon, which will really frustrate Momma. He keeps telling himself he’ll just wait ten more minutes, and then ten more, and now it’s been hours and John still isn’t here.
It’s not like it had ever been a sure thing that he was coming, anyway, Cam tries to rationalize. John had mentioned that he’d wanted to a few months back, and they’d brought it up enough to confirm details as much as they could, but John’s the military leader of an expedition to another galaxy. He can’t really make plans like that and expect to follow them no matter what. There’s always the possibility of a Wraith attack, or of the Genii invading, or of John being needed somewhere for something. They both know it, which is why John’s got a standby ticket.
And Cam tries to not-wait, but he can’t help it. Ten more minutes, he tells himself firmly, and he looks at the television he’s not really watching and sighs.
Another hour passes, and another, and Cam finally tells himself around 0200 that John’s not coming. It was always more than a possibility – a probability, John would have called it – and Cam feels like he should have been more prepared for this, but he’s pretty disappointed when he hauls himself off the couch and turns off the television. He hesitates before unplugging the tree; it’s tradition to leave it lit on Christmas Eve, but he’s going to be in enough of a rush in the morning already. He makes his way down the hallway in the dark and climbs into bed, checks the alarm one last time, and falls asleep.
He wakes suddenly sometime later to the feeling of something being distinctly not right. There’s someone else in the room with him, someone watching him, and Cam keeps his breathing even as he opens his eyes the slightest bit, trying to gauge the situation.
A figure moves across the room, and just as Cam’s about to spring out of bed and knock whoever it is to the ground, it speaks. “Sorry I woke you.”
“John?” Cam sits up and hits the switch on his nightstand lamp. John’s standing there, dark circles under his eyes, looking like he’d fought a war to get to Cam’s side, and Cam stands and wraps his arms around the other man and tucks his face into John’s neck. “You made it.”
“I made it,” he replies, and he drops whatever he’s holding onto the floor and returns the hug, just as tightly, and they just stand there like that for a while, holding each other.
“You look exhausted,” Cam says when he pulls back, and John closes his eyes and sighs.
“Two hours before we have to get up,” he says. He pulls his shirt off and sits on the edge of the bed to work at his boots and pants. Cam sits next to him.
“We’ll stay here,” he says quietly as John finishes undressing and slips between the sheets.
“Your family-”
“-will understand,” Cam says gently. “You’re my family too, John, and right now, you’re the family I’m worried about.”
John doesn’t say anything as Cam settles down beside him and draws him in.
“Sleep,” Cam says gently, kissing the corner of John’s eye as it slides closed.
“Merry Christmas,” John mumbles, resting his head on Cam’s shoulder.
“Merry Christmas,” Cam whispers back, but John’s already asleep.
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and I don't mind that it took you longer than expected to write. I know how RL and the muse can conflict
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Stupid RL :/
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haha. Are things looking up or is RL still being troublesome?
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