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Fic: Fixer of Things
Title: Fixer of Things
Author: Erin (erinm_4600)
Characters, Pairing: Cameron Mitchell and Carolyn Lam
Rating: PG
Summary: She doesn't just fix broken bones...
Warning: after Season 9, at least *Written for the Off the Clock challenge at gameofcards
Disclaimer: Stargate SG-1 and all it's bits and pieces belong to the folks at Gekko, Showtime and Sci-Fi.
Cameron pulled into the driveway and made a face. The garage door was up, and his car was taking up both sides of the middle, hood up. He couldn't see anyone as he turned the engine off and reached for the door latch. He reached across to the passenger seat, where his duffle bag full of dirty clothes was sitting, and grabbed the handle before climbing out of the car.
At the sound of the closing car door, Carolyn's head popped into his view, then disappeared again, behind the open hood of the classic - to Cam, anyway - car. "Hey!" she called, returning her focus to the bolt she had been tightening.
Cam moved into the garage and chucked the duffle bag toward the dryer, making a fist when it landed just in front of the appliance with a thunk. "Hey," he drawled, moving around to the front of the car, joining the SGC's good doctor. "So, how's the patient?" he asked, leaning against the frame.
"Well," Carolyn started, making a face as she pulled the ratchet back and gave it a twirl, "you should notify the family. Start making arrangements, because-" Making a face, Carolyn shook her head, indicating that there wasn't much hope.
"Just rip that Band-Aid off, Doc. Damn..." Cam made a face and stared at the engine. He didn't want to give up on the car; he wasn't ready for that.
"I save the bedside manor for people," Carolyn replied. "Not crap cars."
"Crap car?" he repeated quietly, then looked at the engine again. "She has no taste," he told the car, as if its feelings had been hurt. Patting his back as she stepped around him, Carolyn headed for the tool box and pointed to his duffle bag with the ratchet.
"I'm not taking care of that."
"What makes you think I want you washing anything of mine? You can't even fix my car!" he scoffed.
Carolyn gave him a shrug as she stepped toward him, wiping at the grease on her hands with a cloth. "Well, then, I guess I'll just have to go not wash anything of yours in the shower... Which I fixed. ...this morning." Making a face as she passed, Carolyn tossed the rag at him and opened the door leading into the house, tapping the button to close the garage door as she went.
Cam stared after her for a moment, blinking. "You fixed the shower?" he called after her. A moment later, he smirked and tossed the rag toward the workbench, then followed after her.
Author: Erin (erinm_4600)
Characters, Pairing: Cameron Mitchell and Carolyn Lam
Rating: PG
Summary: She doesn't just fix broken bones...
Warning: after Season 9, at least *Written for the Off the Clock challenge at gameofcards
Disclaimer: Stargate SG-1 and all it's bits and pieces belong to the folks at Gekko, Showtime and Sci-Fi.
Cameron pulled into the driveway and made a face. The garage door was up, and his car was taking up both sides of the middle, hood up. He couldn't see anyone as he turned the engine off and reached for the door latch. He reached across to the passenger seat, where his duffle bag full of dirty clothes was sitting, and grabbed the handle before climbing out of the car.
At the sound of the closing car door, Carolyn's head popped into his view, then disappeared again, behind the open hood of the classic - to Cam, anyway - car. "Hey!" she called, returning her focus to the bolt she had been tightening.
Cam moved into the garage and chucked the duffle bag toward the dryer, making a fist when it landed just in front of the appliance with a thunk. "Hey," he drawled, moving around to the front of the car, joining the SGC's good doctor. "So, how's the patient?" he asked, leaning against the frame.
"Well," Carolyn started, making a face as she pulled the ratchet back and gave it a twirl, "you should notify the family. Start making arrangements, because-" Making a face, Carolyn shook her head, indicating that there wasn't much hope.
"Just rip that Band-Aid off, Doc. Damn..." Cam made a face and stared at the engine. He didn't want to give up on the car; he wasn't ready for that.
"I save the bedside manor for people," Carolyn replied. "Not crap cars."
"Crap car?" he repeated quietly, then looked at the engine again. "She has no taste," he told the car, as if its feelings had been hurt. Patting his back as she stepped around him, Carolyn headed for the tool box and pointed to his duffle bag with the ratchet.
"I'm not taking care of that."
"What makes you think I want you washing anything of mine? You can't even fix my car!" he scoffed.
Carolyn gave him a shrug as she stepped toward him, wiping at the grease on her hands with a cloth. "Well, then, I guess I'll just have to go not wash anything of yours in the shower... Which I fixed. ...this morning." Making a face as she passed, Carolyn tossed the rag at him and opened the door leading into the house, tapping the button to close the garage door as she went.
Cam stared after her for a moment, blinking. "You fixed the shower?" he called after her. A moment later, he smirked and tossed the rag toward the workbench, then followed after her.