COMPLETED: December 17, 2005
SEASON/SPOILERS: Season 9
Cameron Mitchell followed General Landry into his office. He’d gotten the impression that Landry had wanted to talk to him about something, but hadn’t necessarily wanted to say anything in front of the others. He wasn’t quite sure what the big stink was about, but he’d just play along with it anyway.
“Doctor Jackson’s a very knowledgeable person,” Landry said with a sigh. He shook his head. “Is it just me or does he talk a lot?”
“Every briefing he goes on and on for about five or ten minutes when he could just sum it up in thirty seconds. No one seems to think anything of it.” He chuckled as he leaned back in his chair. “I think Jack’s more a softy than he’d like to admit.”
Cameron nodded, understanding. They’d just finished their latest briefing, one that had gone over by about twenty minutes. Sam and Teal’c seemed to think nothing of it, but hell, they were part of that big ol’group and probably didn’t see it by now. But the general was right. Jackson had this way of taking the long road to get to his destination.
Cameron had to admit it. He sorta liked it.
“But that’s where you come in,” Landry said, his eyes glistening.
“Yes, Sir…” He froze, breaking from the automatic reply to try to process what was said. He hated having curve balls thrown at him. “I don’t know where you’re going with this,” Cameron admitted.
Landry smiled, that not-so-happy-but-I-know-better-than-you smile, and folded his hands on the table. “Find a way to get him to just get to the point.”
* * * *
Cameron paused outside of Jackson’s office, hesitant to knock. From this angle, he could see good Doc Jackson plugging away at his desk, ruminating over something or another that looked like it came out of one of the Alien movies. Jackson was oblivious, as always, to what was going on around him.
That only made it harder for Cameron to come out and tell him Landry wanted him to shut up.
So, Cameron just stood there, practicing shifting his weight. He thought back to his childhood and how his mama said he never really was so great at confrontation. But he was on SG-1 now. He was a leader and a survivor. How hard could it be to confront Jackson?
Resolved, Cameron finally went to speak, but he just couldn’t find the words.
“Are you just going to stand there all day, or were you thinking of coming in at some point?” Jackson asked him, not even breaking from his concentration.
Cameron cleared his throat, trying to save face as he walked into the room. “What’s that you got going for you? Some funky Ascended radar?” he joked.
Jackson frowned, looking up from his project. “How did you know?”
Cameron blinked, staring at Jackson with disbelief. It was only after a small, sly smile crept across Jackson’s face that Cameron was able to break from the embarrassment of appearing like a deer frozen in headlights.
“Actually, I saw your reflection on the crome plating of this artifact,” Jackson admitted, pointing to the oval shaped…oval. He flashed Cameron another brilliant smile before he went back to whatever he was doing.
Recovering from his dork moment, Cameron shook away his unsteadiness and decided to get down to business. “Landry sent me up here to talk to you.”
Jackson’s head shot up, the mirth gone from his face. Cameron was sorta sad to see it go.
“Something wrong?” Jackson asked.
“Depends on your point of view?” Cameron said as a half joke.
Jackson wasn’t laughing. He stood up and came to stand in front of Cameron, arms crossed, but body close. Cameron coughed, sliding his hands down the sides of his pants and looked at what seemed like potato chip crumbs on the floor by Jackson’s desk.
“Uh, well, General Landry thinks you should pick up the pace a bit.”
“Pick up the pace?” Daniel eyed Cameron slowly, carefully. “Am I too fast for you?”
There was something unnervingly sexy about Jackson’s tone of voice. “What I’m saying is maybe…just get to the point.”
Jackson sighed and licked his lips, before scrunching up his face and glaring at the ceiling. Cameron felt a lecture coming on…
“You know, ‘the point’ can be construed in any number of ways. Most of the information that I provide on a mission or in a briefing is important for the sheer sake of being important. If we know the background, and the details of say, the garafena, then we can use that information to help us better understand how to fight the Goa’uld or the Ori or—”
“Yes, garafena. A snake from Russian folklore. Not to much unlike the Amphisbaena.”
Cameron sighed and glared at Jackson. The point wasn’t lost on him.
Jackson arched an eyebrow in response.
“I get your point,” Cameron said.
“Have you?” Both of Jackson’s eyebrows rose suggestively. “I don’t think you have.”
Cameron frowned; Jackson spoke before he could answer.
“See this artifact for example? Shiny, interesting, but there is so much more to it. It’s deceptively simple in outward appearance, but the purpose, the whole point to it is locked somewhere inside, just waiting to be discovered.” He cleared his throat and pointed to the slick surface. “In this case…”
Cameron just stopped listening. Could this man be any more stubborn?
That was it, Cameron decided. No more dancing around the issue. This was it.
“Hell.” Cameron leaned over and planted one on Jackson’s lips.
Warm, but not too smooth-Cameron would taste where Jackson had been gnawing at his lip, undoubtedly during some breakthrough he was working on. But he also felt the mix of power and tenderness, a seeming unlikely contradiction that just spoke to Jackson’s core. He broke off when he felt Jackson’s breath on his face.
Cameron had to be honest. He hadn’t been expecting to do that, but it had seemed appropriate at the time. And to his surprise, Jackson hadn’t called security, yet.
“There,” Cameron stated, finally feeling satisfied. He hadn’t felt this confident since sometime before joining the SGC. “We’ve gotten to the point.”
Daniel’s eyes flickered, and a twisted, almost sinister—if Cameron hadn’t known him better—quality overcame them. Surprised, or maybe not all that surprised, he chuckled, realizing what had been going on all along.
That mischievous sly smile reappeared on Jackson’s face. “Or, maybe I’ve finally made my point.”
** The End **
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