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A slim hand on Cameron's shoulder interrupted his waiting on the pie to cool. It didn't startle him, so much as surprise him. The kitchen was always crowded, so the close proximity of someone was nothing new. Communication, however, was less common.
"Lieutenant Colonel Cameron Mitchell, right?" The woman offered a friendly smile when he glanced up at her. "I thought you looked familiar."
It took half a moment to recall exactly who the woman was, before he stood with a smile, and offered a hand in greeting. "Doctor Elizabeth Weir. I'd heard you were here." It was hard not to, when she lived right next to his and Morgan's hut--he'd simply never had the chance to talk to her yet.
Her smile held an unspoken amusement when she nodded. "I heard you were here, as well. I'm not wrong to believe you remember our meeting?"
He returned the smile and nodded. It hadn't been a particularly remarkable meeting--although there was a certain level of respect to be had for any leader of the SGC--but that it had been in an Ancient city had made it memorable. "That was...just about a year ago, now."
Doctor Weir arched an eyebrow, apparently weighing his statement, before nodding and smiling once more. "So it has been. I never got the chance to congratulate you on the Ori."
"Well, consider this your chance." He nodded, crossing his arms. "You wouldn't happen to be up for a slice of pie, would you?"
She glanced over toward the counter, where the pie rested, and nodded. "I suppose I could go for a slice."
"Good. Saves me the time of insisting." He grinned briefly, before moving around the counter to serve the cooled pastry. Doctor Weir, meanwhile, found a nearby seat to wait in. Cameron had his doubts how long the pie would last with the others around the kitchen, but he'd keep a close eye on the pie.
"So..." Doctor Weir quirked a slim smile, as she accepted the offered slice. "What's your take on this place?"
"Crazy as hell." Cameron shrugged, sitting down across from her. "But not as dangerous at some places."
"Is that your official opinion?"
"Do you want a report?"
She chuckled then, shaking her head and waving the question off. "No...God, no. I'm still appreciating the lack of paperwork to read here."
"There's paperwork, if you know where to look." Even if it was far more boring than SG-1's ever was.
"Oh, I've heard." She gave a slim smile then, and rather than elaborate, smoothly changed subjects. "I've seen quite a few reports from Earth recently...but I don't recall any of them mentioning baking."
Cameron gave a wry smile at that. "It's a closely guarded secret of SG-1."
Doctor Weir arched an eyebrow once more, sitting back in her chair. "The secret files of Stargate Command's flagship team?"
"That would be classified"
She chuckled at that. "If you say so."
He nodded, shifting the dying topic with barely a pause. "You just arrived, right? Settling in well?"
"Settling in?" There was a challenge in her voice and in her smile. "That's hardly the talk of someone expecting a rescue."
"With respect, we don't get a lot of choice in the matter." He shrugged, glancing down at the cooling slice of pastry. "We're pretty much stuck here until a rescue team gets here. It's our duty to prepare for the long haul."
"Well...it might be your duty." She gave a small, amused smile at his frown. "I'm not planning any escapes, Colonel. But you would be surprised how many times I've been asked about settling in."
"I think it's on the welcoming script."
She perked up slightly, curving her expression into an interested smile. "Will I be getting a copy of this?"
"Its a two-month anniversary gift."
"A gift?" The Doctor Weir broke off a bit of the crust with a fork. "I'll hold you to that, Colonel."
Cameron almost snorted. "Yes, Ma'am."
"Lieutenant Colonel Cameron Mitchell, right?" The woman offered a friendly smile when he glanced up at her. "I thought you looked familiar."
It took half a moment to recall exactly who the woman was, before he stood with a smile, and offered a hand in greeting. "Doctor Elizabeth Weir. I'd heard you were here." It was hard not to, when she lived right next to his and Morgan's hut--he'd simply never had the chance to talk to her yet.
Her smile held an unspoken amusement when she nodded. "I heard you were here, as well. I'm not wrong to believe you remember our meeting?"
He returned the smile and nodded. It hadn't been a particularly remarkable meeting--although there was a certain level of respect to be had for any leader of the SGC--but that it had been in an Ancient city had made it memorable. "That was...just about a year ago, now."
Doctor Weir arched an eyebrow, apparently weighing his statement, before nodding and smiling once more. "So it has been. I never got the chance to congratulate you on the Ori."
"Well, consider this your chance." He nodded, crossing his arms. "You wouldn't happen to be up for a slice of pie, would you?"
She glanced over toward the counter, where the pie rested, and nodded. "I suppose I could go for a slice."
"Good. Saves me the time of insisting." He grinned briefly, before moving around the counter to serve the cooled pastry. Doctor Weir, meanwhile, found a nearby seat to wait in. Cameron had his doubts how long the pie would last with the others around the kitchen, but he'd keep a close eye on the pie.
"So..." Doctor Weir quirked a slim smile, as she accepted the offered slice. "What's your take on this place?"
"Crazy as hell." Cameron shrugged, sitting down across from her. "But not as dangerous at some places."
"Is that your official opinion?"
"Do you want a report?"
She chuckled then, shaking her head and waving the question off. "No...God, no. I'm still appreciating the lack of paperwork to read here."
"There's paperwork, if you know where to look." Even if it was far more boring than SG-1's ever was.
"Oh, I've heard." She gave a slim smile then, and rather than elaborate, smoothly changed subjects. "I've seen quite a few reports from Earth recently...but I don't recall any of them mentioning baking."
Cameron gave a wry smile at that. "It's a closely guarded secret of SG-1."
Doctor Weir arched an eyebrow once more, sitting back in her chair. "The secret files of Stargate Command's flagship team?"
"That would be classified"
She chuckled at that. "If you say so."
He nodded, shifting the dying topic with barely a pause. "You just arrived, right? Settling in well?"
"Settling in?" There was a challenge in her voice and in her smile. "That's hardly the talk of someone expecting a rescue."
"With respect, we don't get a lot of choice in the matter." He shrugged, glancing down at the cooling slice of pastry. "We're pretty much stuck here until a rescue team gets here. It's our duty to prepare for the long haul."
"Well...it might be your duty." She gave a small, amused smile at his frown. "I'm not planning any escapes, Colonel. But you would be surprised how many times I've been asked about settling in."
"I think it's on the welcoming script."
She perked up slightly, curving her expression into an interested smile. "Will I be getting a copy of this?"
"Its a two-month anniversary gift."
"A gift?" The Doctor Weir broke off a bit of the crust with a fork. "I'll hold you to that, Colonel."
Cameron almost snorted. "Yes, Ma'am."