Domum Longinquo, 5/?
Title: Domum Longinquo
Author:
broms_lullaby
Pairings: John Sheppard/Cameron Mitchell,
Rating: R
Word Count: 1,581
Warnings: Minor Weir hating
Summary:After contact is reestablished with the Atlantis Expedition, John and Cam find themselves embarking on a long journey.
AN: After searching the SGA Beta List and contacting the ones that seemed like they would want to help with this I have still received no reply, and still really need a beta. If you or someone you know would be interested, please let me know. In other news, I found out late last night that I am having troubles with my links, and it took me a few hours to figure out and fix the problem. If you notice that any of my links aren't working please let me know. Remember that I love comments and those that make them, so comment and I will love you!
Series: Excubiae Perpetua
Disclaimer: I own neither Stargate SG-1 nor Stargate Atlantis.
Domum Longinquo, Part Five
Cam winced slightly as he made his way, slowly, to John’s lab from his meeting. It had been another meeting about the military situation in Pegasus, and Cam had been officially offered the position of Base Commanding Officer. He was put out that none of the senior staff from Atlantis had been invited, only IOA big wigs and various generals, but when he had mentioned this he was assured that there would be more meetings on the topic once the Atlantis personnel had a chance to get settled in.
He walked, or limped rather, into John’s lab and found him sitting at the desk with a few stacks of personnel files in front of him. He was rather engrossed in one, frowning slightly so Cam cleared his throat to get his attention. John smiled brightly when he spotted his husband. “Hey, how did the meeting go?”
Cam shrugged. “It was okay. The IOA approved me, so that’s something. Did you get a chance to talk to Evan?”
John nodded, putting the file down and stood up. “He wasn’t happy about it, but I think he will come around. He was more angry about the situation than about you taking charge.” He moved next to Cam and wrapped his hand around his waist, helping him stay standing and taking a lot of pressure off of his back. “Come on, Lam is waiting for us.”
“When I cleared you guys for sexual activity I thought I made it clear that it couldn’t be too strenuous.” Dr. Beckett was blushing furiously at this point during the exam. He was sitting in since he would be the doctor in charge of the Colonels, and happened to be loitering in the infirmary trying to get personnel files to review when they came in.
Colonel Mitchell was laying on his stomach with his shirt pulled up displaying his back, the lower half of which was a mess of surgical scars and swelling. Carson had reviewed his medical file that morning and knew about the crash. After hitting the ground, breaking his back in several places, his left hip, and several ribs, the pilot had been stranded, mostly unconscious for ten hours in the extreme cold. Carson was honestly surprised that he had survived, and the only reason that he hadn’t lost any limbs to frostbite and wasn’t a paraplegic was that he had received a lot of treatments with a Goa’uld hand device. Still, his hip hadn’t quite healed properly so he would never walk right, and he had some permanent muscle and nerve damage in his lower back which meant that he would always have some pain.
“Hey, it wasn’t my fault.” Colonel Sheppard, Mitchell’s husband was trying to hide the fact that he was sitting very carefully next to the bed. He failed quite badly, which caused the Scottish doctor to blush again. They hadn’t given specifics, but it was obvious that they had had quite the night. “He has the stamina and refractory time of a barely pubescent teenager.” Mitchell’s back started turning red, and Carson guessed that this was where the details would come in. “Once we started there was no stopping him, and he was still... ready for more after three rounds. That isn’t normal, even when we were teens we never managed three rounds with no downtime to speak of.” Well, that explained the cautious sitting. “What would cause that?” He asked this in a quiet tone with a worried expression.
Lam looked at Carson, silently asking his opinion, but he really had no clue, and communicated this with a shrug. She looked thoughtful for a minute before saying “I don’t know, honestly. If I had to guess it would be because of the hand device. It regenerates damaged tissue, but it also rejuvenates healthy tissue, so perhaps, with the many treatments that he has had in that area, his genitals and groin muscles physically are similar to those of a teenager.” That made sense to Carson. Lam indicated that Mitchell should right his shirt and sit up. “I recommend heat and ice for the swelling, as well as one Gerda pill as needed.” Gerda was an alien drug. It was a very powerful analgesic and muscle relaxant that didn’t have any mental side effects. Colonel Mitchell must have been in some serious pain on a regular basis to be prescribed it. “You can keep having sex as long as Colonel Mitchell is always in a passive position and it isn't at all strenuous. Colonel, if you need it, make your husband give you a nice massage, that should help a little.” That last was directed at the man now sitting on the bed.
Carson was about to ask Colonel Sheppard if he needed to be seen to as well when a furious looking Elizabeth Weir stormed into the infirmary and all but shouted “Colonel Mitchell, I need to have a word with you.”
Mitchell sighed, as if he had been expecting as much, and nodded. “Give us a minute and we will meet you in my office, Dr. Weir.” She looked like she was going to argue with something before nodding tightly and storming out again. Carson watched as Colonel Sheppard helped his husband stand before handing him a cane and kissing him chastely, but deeply. Carson looked away, feeling as though he was intruding on a private moment, and wished he could find himself a woman who would love him like that.
Dr. Weir was pacing in his office when Cam and John got there. Cam let John lead him over to the nice, soft chair in the corner, designed to keep the pressure off of his back before fishing a bottle of water out of the tiny fridge in the corner. He pulled a pill bottle out of the desk, dropped one of the large red Gerda pills into his hand and then into the now open bottle of water. The pills were hard to swallow, due to their size, but they dissolved easily and the drink they made actually tasted pretty good. He was glad that he didn’t have to ask John for them in front of his new boss, glad that he knew when Cam needed help and did it without drawing attention to the fact.
“Thanks, John. I will call you to come get me for dinner.” John looked like he was going to protest but stopped when he caught Cam’s expression. The conversation that was about to happen needed to occur between just him and Dr. Weir. It would establish dominance in their relationship, and Cam needed to come from a position of power to have any hope at all of coming out on top. He could not let her bully him into withdrawing from the mission, and he couldn’t hope to prevent that if John were there holding his hand. John nodded and left after kissing his forehead.
Weir’s eyes softened when she saw that. “I understand that the IOA has offered you the position of Chief Military Officer on Atlantis.” Her gaze was cool, her tone threatening.
Cam nodded. “Yes ma’am, and I accepted.”
“Atlantis already has a CMO, Colonel, we neither need nor want another one.”
“With all due respect ma’am, Evan Lorne doesn’t have a high enough rank to keep command of the City, especially once the expansions in personnel start. I admit, he has done a wonderful job so far, but he isn’t qualified for this position.” Cam took a sip of the Gerda laced water, letting the sweet, sour liquid slide down his throat, leaving it slightly numb. “Now, if Evan asks me not to go, then I will respect his request, but that doesn’t change the fact that Atlantis is getting a new CMO, and I am absolutely sure that he, and probably you too, will prefer me to anyone else the IOA might send.”
She seemed taken aback by his use of Evan’s name, with the familiarity that it implied. “If a Colonel is required for the job then Major Lorne should be promoted, he is the only man that I trust with the job.”
Cam sighed. “I agree that he should be promoted, given that he is an excellent officer, but ma’am, he doesn’t have enough time in grade to be considered for that yet. I am sorry that you don’t trust me, but you also don’t know me and you don’t know what I am capable of. Now, I have the support of the President and the IOA, and there is little that you can say or do that will change their minds about that. I highly suggest that you leave the matter alone, because we are going to need to work together and that isn’t going to be easy if you are going to insist on fighting a battle that you will not win and making an enemy of me in the process. Now, if that is all you wanted to discuss, I have ninety-four positions to fill and I would like to do that as soon as possible.” To emphasize his point he reached into the box at his feet and pulled out a stack of files and made a show of opening the first one.
She stood there glaring at him for several seconds before huffing out a breath and staking out the door. He had won the battle, but he felt that the war was far from over.
AN 2: I am currently dog sitting my grandparents' chihuahuas, and due to the fact that it is -17 outside they are not happy campers. Do you have any idea how hard it is to type when you have shivering dogs trying to steal all of you body heat?
This entry was originally posted at http://broms-lullaby.dreamwidth.org/4945.html. Please comment there using OpenID.
Author:
broms_lullaby
Pairings: John Sheppard/Cameron Mitchell,
Rating: R
Word Count: 1,581
Warnings: Minor Weir hating
Summary:After contact is reestablished with the Atlantis Expedition, John and Cam find themselves embarking on a long journey.
AN: After searching the SGA Beta List and contacting the ones that seemed like they would want to help with this I have still received no reply, and still really need a beta. If you or someone you know would be interested, please let me know. In other news, I found out late last night that I am having troubles with my links, and it took me a few hours to figure out and fix the problem. If you notice that any of my links aren't working please let me know. Remember that I love comments and those that make them, so comment and I will love you!
Series: Excubiae Perpetua
Disclaimer: I own neither Stargate SG-1 nor Stargate Atlantis.
Domum Longinquo, Part Five
Cam winced slightly as he made his way, slowly, to John’s lab from his meeting. It had been another meeting about the military situation in Pegasus, and Cam had been officially offered the position of Base Commanding Officer. He was put out that none of the senior staff from Atlantis had been invited, only IOA big wigs and various generals, but when he had mentioned this he was assured that there would be more meetings on the topic once the Atlantis personnel had a chance to get settled in.
He walked, or limped rather, into John’s lab and found him sitting at the desk with a few stacks of personnel files in front of him. He was rather engrossed in one, frowning slightly so Cam cleared his throat to get his attention. John smiled brightly when he spotted his husband. “Hey, how did the meeting go?”
Cam shrugged. “It was okay. The IOA approved me, so that’s something. Did you get a chance to talk to Evan?”
John nodded, putting the file down and stood up. “He wasn’t happy about it, but I think he will come around. He was more angry about the situation than about you taking charge.” He moved next to Cam and wrapped his hand around his waist, helping him stay standing and taking a lot of pressure off of his back. “Come on, Lam is waiting for us.”
“When I cleared you guys for sexual activity I thought I made it clear that it couldn’t be too strenuous.” Dr. Beckett was blushing furiously at this point during the exam. He was sitting in since he would be the doctor in charge of the Colonels, and happened to be loitering in the infirmary trying to get personnel files to review when they came in.
Colonel Mitchell was laying on his stomach with his shirt pulled up displaying his back, the lower half of which was a mess of surgical scars and swelling. Carson had reviewed his medical file that morning and knew about the crash. After hitting the ground, breaking his back in several places, his left hip, and several ribs, the pilot had been stranded, mostly unconscious for ten hours in the extreme cold. Carson was honestly surprised that he had survived, and the only reason that he hadn’t lost any limbs to frostbite and wasn’t a paraplegic was that he had received a lot of treatments with a Goa’uld hand device. Still, his hip hadn’t quite healed properly so he would never walk right, and he had some permanent muscle and nerve damage in his lower back which meant that he would always have some pain.
“Hey, it wasn’t my fault.” Colonel Sheppard, Mitchell’s husband was trying to hide the fact that he was sitting very carefully next to the bed. He failed quite badly, which caused the Scottish doctor to blush again. They hadn’t given specifics, but it was obvious that they had had quite the night. “He has the stamina and refractory time of a barely pubescent teenager.” Mitchell’s back started turning red, and Carson guessed that this was where the details would come in. “Once we started there was no stopping him, and he was still... ready for more after three rounds. That isn’t normal, even when we were teens we never managed three rounds with no downtime to speak of.” Well, that explained the cautious sitting. “What would cause that?” He asked this in a quiet tone with a worried expression.
Lam looked at Carson, silently asking his opinion, but he really had no clue, and communicated this with a shrug. She looked thoughtful for a minute before saying “I don’t know, honestly. If I had to guess it would be because of the hand device. It regenerates damaged tissue, but it also rejuvenates healthy tissue, so perhaps, with the many treatments that he has had in that area, his genitals and groin muscles physically are similar to those of a teenager.” That made sense to Carson. Lam indicated that Mitchell should right his shirt and sit up. “I recommend heat and ice for the swelling, as well as one Gerda pill as needed.” Gerda was an alien drug. It was a very powerful analgesic and muscle relaxant that didn’t have any mental side effects. Colonel Mitchell must have been in some serious pain on a regular basis to be prescribed it. “You can keep having sex as long as Colonel Mitchell is always in a passive position and it isn't at all strenuous. Colonel, if you need it, make your husband give you a nice massage, that should help a little.” That last was directed at the man now sitting on the bed.
Carson was about to ask Colonel Sheppard if he needed to be seen to as well when a furious looking Elizabeth Weir stormed into the infirmary and all but shouted “Colonel Mitchell, I need to have a word with you.”
Mitchell sighed, as if he had been expecting as much, and nodded. “Give us a minute and we will meet you in my office, Dr. Weir.” She looked like she was going to argue with something before nodding tightly and storming out again. Carson watched as Colonel Sheppard helped his husband stand before handing him a cane and kissing him chastely, but deeply. Carson looked away, feeling as though he was intruding on a private moment, and wished he could find himself a woman who would love him like that.
Dr. Weir was pacing in his office when Cam and John got there. Cam let John lead him over to the nice, soft chair in the corner, designed to keep the pressure off of his back before fishing a bottle of water out of the tiny fridge in the corner. He pulled a pill bottle out of the desk, dropped one of the large red Gerda pills into his hand and then into the now open bottle of water. The pills were hard to swallow, due to their size, but they dissolved easily and the drink they made actually tasted pretty good. He was glad that he didn’t have to ask John for them in front of his new boss, glad that he knew when Cam needed help and did it without drawing attention to the fact.
“Thanks, John. I will call you to come get me for dinner.” John looked like he was going to protest but stopped when he caught Cam’s expression. The conversation that was about to happen needed to occur between just him and Dr. Weir. It would establish dominance in their relationship, and Cam needed to come from a position of power to have any hope at all of coming out on top. He could not let her bully him into withdrawing from the mission, and he couldn’t hope to prevent that if John were there holding his hand. John nodded and left after kissing his forehead.
Weir’s eyes softened when she saw that. “I understand that the IOA has offered you the position of Chief Military Officer on Atlantis.” Her gaze was cool, her tone threatening.
Cam nodded. “Yes ma’am, and I accepted.”
“Atlantis already has a CMO, Colonel, we neither need nor want another one.”
“With all due respect ma’am, Evan Lorne doesn’t have a high enough rank to keep command of the City, especially once the expansions in personnel start. I admit, he has done a wonderful job so far, but he isn’t qualified for this position.” Cam took a sip of the Gerda laced water, letting the sweet, sour liquid slide down his throat, leaving it slightly numb. “Now, if Evan asks me not to go, then I will respect his request, but that doesn’t change the fact that Atlantis is getting a new CMO, and I am absolutely sure that he, and probably you too, will prefer me to anyone else the IOA might send.”
She seemed taken aback by his use of Evan’s name, with the familiarity that it implied. “If a Colonel is required for the job then Major Lorne should be promoted, he is the only man that I trust with the job.”
Cam sighed. “I agree that he should be promoted, given that he is an excellent officer, but ma’am, he doesn’t have enough time in grade to be considered for that yet. I am sorry that you don’t trust me, but you also don’t know me and you don’t know what I am capable of. Now, I have the support of the President and the IOA, and there is little that you can say or do that will change their minds about that. I highly suggest that you leave the matter alone, because we are going to need to work together and that isn’t going to be easy if you are going to insist on fighting a battle that you will not win and making an enemy of me in the process. Now, if that is all you wanted to discuss, I have ninety-four positions to fill and I would like to do that as soon as possible.” To emphasize his point he reached into the box at his feet and pulled out a stack of files and made a show of opening the first one.
She stood there glaring at him for several seconds before huffing out a breath and staking out the door. He had won the battle, but he felt that the war was far from over.
AN 2: I am currently dog sitting my grandparents' chihuahuas, and due to the fact that it is -17 outside they are not happy campers. Do you have any idea how hard it is to type when you have shivering dogs trying to steal all of you body heat?
This entry was originally posted at http://broms-lullaby.dreamwidth.org/4945.html. Please comment there using OpenID.