Farben - Rot (fürs Team)
Team: Aschenputtel
Challenge: Farben - ROT: Blut (fürs Team)
Fandom: Stargate/Stargate Atlantis
Pairing: Sheppard/Mitchell
A/N: Geschrieben und gepostet vom Beifahrersitz aus ner Stauumfahrung. Wenn das keine Ausrede ist, weiß ich auch nicht.
"Not exactly what I thought you meant by relaxing over the holidays," John muttered, raking a hand through Cam's short hair. "Idiot."
Cam's face was pale, almost white, a stark contrast to the blood-soaked bandages covering his torso. He didn't respond, of course he didn't, medically induced coma and all, but John just couldn't help the flash of anger at the lack of response. "Idiot," he repeated, more heartfelt this time. "We agreed on me being the stupid, reckless one who got himself killed on some alien planet." Cam, of course, had never agreed to anything of the sort, but he couldn't argue or point out that he had been shot down by Trust agents on fucking Earth, so John just went with it.
"Idiot." This time, his voice almost broke on the word.
"That sounds like my brother alright," someone behind him said and John straightened in shock. All of a sudden he was happy to still be in his dress uniform having rushed here from the IOA meeting. It gave him a reason to be here and the stiff shirt collar forced his head up. Detached, dignified, professional.
Slowly, he turned around and managed to suppress a gasp at seeing the other man: He was taller than Cam and younger, his shoulders broader and the hair darker but the quick smile was just the same. Under different circumstances, it would have been infectious.
"Sir," the man said, extending a hand. "Major Ashley Mitchell. Cam's brother." John shook the offered hand, not sure what to say. I know. I've seen photos of your first day at school. Good to finally meet you. Cam can't stop talking about you.
"Glad that you could make it so fast, Major. I'm Colonel John Sheppard, I work with Cameron." He had called him an idiot, they should be on first name basis. "He is stable, but I'll get someone of the medic staff to give you the details."
Ashley smiled gratefully and John hurried out the door. It kind of scared him, how easy the detached professionalism came by now. Years of practice. He send a nurse to Cam's room and set himself up on the longest possible coffee run.
When he returned half an hour later with two plastic cups of coffee and a half-eaten pack of gummi worms, Ashley was sitting in an uncomfortable plastic chair next to the bed. He looked up when John closed the door and accepted the coffee with a grateful smile.
John awkwardly shuffled over to another chair close to the window.
"You know", Ashley said quietly, "He really is an idiot. - But I'm not."
"Excuse me?" John really didn't look forward to a conversation about how deep-space radar telemetry usually didn't result in people being shot down at Colorado Springs Airport.
"I know who you are, John."
Ashley said it softly, sounding almost fondly. The collar of John's uniformed seemed way too tight all of sudden.
"Don't worry. Cam never told an I will never ask, but he's always been quite obvious about being happy. So, for all it's worth, there's no need to hide in the corner. You're family."
John couldn't even choke out a "Thank you", let alone a proper denial, so he just moved his chair up to the bed, which was answer enough, judging from Ashley's broad smile.
He hadn't thought about ever having in-laws again, with the airforce being what it was and beimg staioned a galaxy away from Cam and the Mitchells but looking down now at Cam and his blood-stained bandages, John figured he could need all the family he could get.
Challenge: Farben - ROT: Blut (fürs Team)
Fandom: Stargate/Stargate Atlantis
Pairing: Sheppard/Mitchell
A/N: Geschrieben und gepostet vom Beifahrersitz aus ner Stauumfahrung. Wenn das keine Ausrede ist, weiß ich auch nicht.
"Not exactly what I thought you meant by relaxing over the holidays," John muttered, raking a hand through Cam's short hair. "Idiot."
Cam's face was pale, almost white, a stark contrast to the blood-soaked bandages covering his torso. He didn't respond, of course he didn't, medically induced coma and all, but John just couldn't help the flash of anger at the lack of response. "Idiot," he repeated, more heartfelt this time. "We agreed on me being the stupid, reckless one who got himself killed on some alien planet." Cam, of course, had never agreed to anything of the sort, but he couldn't argue or point out that he had been shot down by Trust agents on fucking Earth, so John just went with it.
"Idiot." This time, his voice almost broke on the word.
"That sounds like my brother alright," someone behind him said and John straightened in shock. All of a sudden he was happy to still be in his dress uniform having rushed here from the IOA meeting. It gave him a reason to be here and the stiff shirt collar forced his head up. Detached, dignified, professional.
Slowly, he turned around and managed to suppress a gasp at seeing the other man: He was taller than Cam and younger, his shoulders broader and the hair darker but the quick smile was just the same. Under different circumstances, it would have been infectious.
"Sir," the man said, extending a hand. "Major Ashley Mitchell. Cam's brother." John shook the offered hand, not sure what to say. I know. I've seen photos of your first day at school. Good to finally meet you. Cam can't stop talking about you.
"Glad that you could make it so fast, Major. I'm Colonel John Sheppard, I work with Cameron." He had called him an idiot, they should be on first name basis. "He is stable, but I'll get someone of the medic staff to give you the details."
Ashley smiled gratefully and John hurried out the door. It kind of scared him, how easy the detached professionalism came by now. Years of practice. He send a nurse to Cam's room and set himself up on the longest possible coffee run.
When he returned half an hour later with two plastic cups of coffee and a half-eaten pack of gummi worms, Ashley was sitting in an uncomfortable plastic chair next to the bed. He looked up when John closed the door and accepted the coffee with a grateful smile.
John awkwardly shuffled over to another chair close to the window.
"You know", Ashley said quietly, "He really is an idiot. - But I'm not."
"Excuse me?" John really didn't look forward to a conversation about how deep-space radar telemetry usually didn't result in people being shot down at Colorado Springs Airport.
"I know who you are, John."
Ashley said it softly, sounding almost fondly. The collar of John's uniformed seemed way too tight all of sudden.
"Don't worry. Cam never told an I will never ask, but he's always been quite obvious about being happy. So, for all it's worth, there's no need to hide in the corner. You're family."
John couldn't even choke out a "Thank you", let alone a proper denial, so he just moved his chair up to the bed, which was answer enough, judging from Ashley's broad smile.
He hadn't thought about ever having in-laws again, with the airforce being what it was and beimg staioned a galaxy away from Cam and the Mitchells but looking down now at Cam and his blood-stained bandages, John figured he could need all the family he could get.