Stargate ficlet (Teal'c/Cameron, PG)
So, rydra_wong mentioned something about Cameron and Teal'c talking about their feelings. Or, actually, not. Except perhaps in this kind of scenario:
Cam: *talks about his feelings*
Teal'c: *raises one eyebrow slightly, then continues ignoring*
*possibly sex ensues*
And then I wrote comment fic. And here it is, slightly expanded.
Comfortable
Cameron/Teal'c (slightly)
PG; 488 words
Summary: It had to be the pollen in the air. Or something.
It had to be the pollen in the air. Or maybe it was something in the soup. Or, maybe Cameron should just come out and admit that it might be the wacky thing he'd smoked in the name of treaties, new friends, feasts and some ceremony with a name he couldn't pronounce.
Whatever it was, it was making him talk. "Sorry for talking so much," he said to Teal'c. He settled deeper into the chair in the room they'd been allotted.
"That is not unusual," came the muted reply.
That might be so, but Teal'c didn't sound so happy about it. But that wasn't Cameron's problem right now. He had a more pressing problem, a half-memory triggered by the soup at the feast. Something. Something. Oh! Yeah. "Hey! I had this soup once, can't tell you where, classified, you know how that goes. Anyway, it had these little gritty bits in it - real tasty, but I couldn't figure out what they were. Some kind of grain, I figured, and maybe I could take some back stateside with me, use it to spice stuff up. So I got to asking around, and -" he continued on with his story, which included larvae, two women of uncertain repute, the biggest soup pot he'd ever seen, and, in the end, a disturbing lack of grains.
Teal'c listened. Maybe. Cameron wasn't so sure. He might have been dozing, lying on the bed like that. Comfortable. "And it was weird. It made me wish for something comfortable, after. A good, comfortable soup. And those two women." He whistled, "Yeah. Not so much."
Teal'c turned his head to look at him, one eyebrow slightly raised. "You were uncomfortable around them?"
Cameron nodded, maybe a little too much. "Exactly. Exactly. Teal'c, my man, you get what I'm saying, right?"
"Sometimes the soup you are familiar with is better than the unknown food?"
"Yeah. Yeah." Exactly. Nobody could call Teal'c dumb. He might play the dumb warrior some days, but Cameron would never buy that act.
There was a pause, and maybe Teal'c had decided to sleep after all. As far as Cameron was concerned, that was a damn shame. But finally, he said, "I believe you are attempting to share your feelings with me."
"It's the stuff I smoked. I swear. How come you didn't have to smoke it too?"
"I am not the leader. It is not my place to undertake such actions."
Yeah. There was that. Still. He figured they all took too much glee in that fact, some days. Especially Jackson.
"Perhaps it would be best for you to sleep and allow the drug to work its way through your system."
Maybe. "But I want some soup."
Teal'c's expression was implacable, unmovable. "Indeed? I do not believe you truly want to eat again. The feast was large."
Cameron nodded again, his smile loose. "Exactly!" Teal'c really was a godsend, some days.
End
Cam: *talks about his feelings*
Teal'c: *raises one eyebrow slightly, then continues ignoring*
*possibly sex ensues*
And then I wrote comment fic. And here it is, slightly expanded.
Comfortable
Cameron/Teal'c (slightly)
PG; 488 words
Summary: It had to be the pollen in the air. Or something.
It had to be the pollen in the air. Or maybe it was something in the soup. Or, maybe Cameron should just come out and admit that it might be the wacky thing he'd smoked in the name of treaties, new friends, feasts and some ceremony with a name he couldn't pronounce.
Whatever it was, it was making him talk. "Sorry for talking so much," he said to Teal'c. He settled deeper into the chair in the room they'd been allotted.
"That is not unusual," came the muted reply.
That might be so, but Teal'c didn't sound so happy about it. But that wasn't Cameron's problem right now. He had a more pressing problem, a half-memory triggered by the soup at the feast. Something. Something. Oh! Yeah. "Hey! I had this soup once, can't tell you where, classified, you know how that goes. Anyway, it had these little gritty bits in it - real tasty, but I couldn't figure out what they were. Some kind of grain, I figured, and maybe I could take some back stateside with me, use it to spice stuff up. So I got to asking around, and -" he continued on with his story, which included larvae, two women of uncertain repute, the biggest soup pot he'd ever seen, and, in the end, a disturbing lack of grains.
Teal'c listened. Maybe. Cameron wasn't so sure. He might have been dozing, lying on the bed like that. Comfortable. "And it was weird. It made me wish for something comfortable, after. A good, comfortable soup. And those two women." He whistled, "Yeah. Not so much."
Teal'c turned his head to look at him, one eyebrow slightly raised. "You were uncomfortable around them?"
Cameron nodded, maybe a little too much. "Exactly. Exactly. Teal'c, my man, you get what I'm saying, right?"
"Sometimes the soup you are familiar with is better than the unknown food?"
"Yeah. Yeah." Exactly. Nobody could call Teal'c dumb. He might play the dumb warrior some days, but Cameron would never buy that act.
There was a pause, and maybe Teal'c had decided to sleep after all. As far as Cameron was concerned, that was a damn shame. But finally, he said, "I believe you are attempting to share your feelings with me."
"It's the stuff I smoked. I swear. How come you didn't have to smoke it too?"
"I am not the leader. It is not my place to undertake such actions."
Yeah. There was that. Still. He figured they all took too much glee in that fact, some days. Especially Jackson.
"Perhaps it would be best for you to sleep and allow the drug to work its way through your system."
Maybe. "But I want some soup."
Teal'c's expression was implacable, unmovable. "Indeed? I do not believe you truly want to eat again. The feast was large."
Cameron nodded again, his smile loose. "Exactly!" Teal'c really was a godsend, some days.
End