You'll like this
Title: You'll like this
Author: Leia/Camshaft22
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Rating: G
Notes: I don't own anything, not even my car. This is for stargateland.
Characters: Jack O’Neill, Jon O’Neill, Cameron Mitchell
Word count:284
Song: Chelsea Dagger AKA the song that plays when the Blackhawks score.
Lyrics: “Bring your goalie over here, let us score on him just for the hell of it!" (Actual lyric: "Bring your sister over here, let her dance with me just for the hell of it")
Cam looked at General O’Neill as they walked to their seats in United Center, near center ice of the Chicago Blackhawks home arena. Cam had been pretty surprised at the invitation. Not that he and General O’Neill weren’t friends, but they sort of weren’t. Not like the General and his team anyway. But the man had called, told him to get to Chicago and met him at the airport with hockey tickets. They had chatted on the way to the arena and Cam tried to play it cool, having not really seen a hockey game before.
Seeming to know what he was thinking, the General had told him that he needed to watch a game and he’d be hooked. So, here they were.
“These are pretty amazing seats, Sir. Thank you very much for inviting me.”
“I know one of the guys on the Home Team, plus the Capitals are playing and I like that Ovie guy. Best Russian I’ve ever met, personally,” The General said, then made a face, seeming to remember something distasteful.
“I’ll take your word for it, Sir,” Cam said as the General grinned.
“Shh, here’s the opening. I want to see O’Neill skate.”
Cam looked at him in surprise and the General gave him a knowing smirk.
FIN
Author: Leia/Camshaft22
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Rating: G
Notes: I don't own anything, not even my car. This is for stargateland.
Characters: Jack O’Neill, Jon O’Neill, Cameron Mitchell
Word count:284
Song: Chelsea Dagger AKA the song that plays when the Blackhawks score.
Lyrics: “Bring your goalie over here, let us score on him just for the hell of it!" (Actual lyric: "Bring your sister over here, let her dance with me just for the hell of it")
Cam looked at General O’Neill as they walked to their seats in United Center, near center ice of the Chicago Blackhawks home arena. Cam had been pretty surprised at the invitation. Not that he and General O’Neill weren’t friends, but they sort of weren’t. Not like the General and his team anyway. But the man had called, told him to get to Chicago and met him at the airport with hockey tickets. They had chatted on the way to the arena and Cam tried to play it cool, having not really seen a hockey game before.
Seeming to know what he was thinking, the General had told him that he needed to watch a game and he’d be hooked. So, here they were.
“These are pretty amazing seats, Sir. Thank you very much for inviting me.”
“I know one of the guys on the Home Team, plus the Capitals are playing and I like that Ovie guy. Best Russian I’ve ever met, personally,” The General said, then made a face, seeming to remember something distasteful.
“I’ll take your word for it, Sir,” Cam said as the General grinned.
“Shh, here’s the opening. I want to see O’Neill skate.”
Cam looked at him in surprise and the General gave him a knowing smirk.
FIN