About Time FanFic for 10_Fics Comm
Title: About Time
Author: rubyflanigan
Fandom: Stargate SG1
Characters: Samantha Carter & Cameron Mitchell
Prompt: Deep
Rating: PG
Warnings: Near death/Angst (yes I wrote angst - AGAIN!)
Disclaimer: Don't own them, wish I did. Don't quite know who claims to own them these days since they pulled the plug on Stargate SG1, but Sam&Cam would so be doing it if TPTB hadn't done! Beta'd by the gorgeous xfirefly9x and X-posted at sam_cameron and 10_fics
“No! Let go of me!” Sam shouted, tears forming as she was removed from the Operating Room by one of Dr Lam’s nurses.
“Colonel, you need to let Dr Lam do her job,” the nurse - it could’ve been any one of them; Sam didn’t care - said sternly.
“Clear!” came the call from inside, “He’s unresponsive, charge to 360. Clear!”
“Cam...” Sam sobbed as she stopped fighting against the nurse.
“Colonel Carter, we need to get that wound checked. Come to the infirmary,” the nurse said, more tenderly.
“I can’t leave him,” Sam replied, tears falling now, as she tried once more to push her way into the OR.
“Colonel Carter,” the nurse put her arm out to block Sam’s path. “As soon as we’ve looked at that head wound.”
Sam nodded and allowed the nurse to usher her to the infirmary.
As she waited for dressings, Sam’s mind raced.
She knew she had feelings for Cam, knew maybe she cared for him more than she should, but she’d had no idea, not until the staff blast had hit him, just how deep those feelings ran.
She thought back to the personal hell she’d helped him through when he was accused of murder. She remembered how happy they were to see each other after the Prometheus was destroyed.
He’d saved her life on numerous occasions and now he was unresponsive in an operating theatre, having saved her once again. It should be her lying there.
She’d be dead several times over without him. She trusted him with her life, that was part of the job, but there was more than that, she trusted him with her heart.
She loved him.
“Oh boy,” she said aloud, just as the nurse entered the cubicle.
“Colonel?”
“Oh, nothing,” Sam replied.
‘I’m in love with Cam,’ she thought, grateful at that moment for her virtually horizontal position, sure the realisation would’ve knocked her on her ass otherwise.
“How’s Cam... Colonel Mitchell?” Sam asked, as the cut on her forehead was dressed.
“Stable,” stated the nurse.
“Stable? He’s not dead? Oh, thank God!” said Sam, with a huge sigh of relief.
“He’s in recovery. Still under the effects of anaesthetic, but that’s to be expected. There, all finished,” the nurse said as she removed her gloves.
“Can I see him?”
“Let me check with Dr Lam, but I’m sure it’ll be fine”
Several hours later, Sam was still sitting at Cam’s bedside. He was stirring, but not yet awake.
She was talking to him, softly telling him of their escape, the postponed debriefing, the movie night planned for after he got out of the infirmary.
She had one more thing she wanted to tell him and decided it was now or never. She held his hand, kept her gaze focused there and took a deep breath.
“And I realised something today. I realised feelings so deep I don’t think I could live without telling you... Telling you I... I love you Cameron.”
“It’s taken you all this time to figure that one out?!” he said groggily, as he squeezed her hand.
“Cam!” she exclaimed as tears threatened to fall again. In her excitement, she kissed him. She went to leave the cubicle in search of Dr Lam, but he stopped her and pulled her back by the hand. She gave him a puzzled look.
“So it’s not just me? You really love me?” he asked.
She nodded.
“Then we’re in deep shit together, Carter.”
Author: rubyflanigan
Fandom: Stargate SG1
Characters: Samantha Carter & Cameron Mitchell
Prompt: Deep
Rating: PG
Warnings: Near death/Angst (yes I wrote angst - AGAIN!)
Disclaimer: Don't own them, wish I did. Don't quite know who claims to own them these days since they pulled the plug on Stargate SG1, but Sam&Cam would so be doing it if TPTB hadn't done! Beta'd by the gorgeous xfirefly9x and X-posted at sam_cameron and 10_fics
“No! Let go of me!” Sam shouted, tears forming as she was removed from the Operating Room by one of Dr Lam’s nurses.
“Colonel, you need to let Dr Lam do her job,” the nurse - it could’ve been any one of them; Sam didn’t care - said sternly.
“Clear!” came the call from inside, “He’s unresponsive, charge to 360. Clear!”
“Cam...” Sam sobbed as she stopped fighting against the nurse.
“Colonel Carter, we need to get that wound checked. Come to the infirmary,” the nurse said, more tenderly.
“I can’t leave him,” Sam replied, tears falling now, as she tried once more to push her way into the OR.
“Colonel Carter,” the nurse put her arm out to block Sam’s path. “As soon as we’ve looked at that head wound.”
Sam nodded and allowed the nurse to usher her to the infirmary.
As she waited for dressings, Sam’s mind raced.
She knew she had feelings for Cam, knew maybe she cared for him more than she should, but she’d had no idea, not until the staff blast had hit him, just how deep those feelings ran.
She thought back to the personal hell she’d helped him through when he was accused of murder. She remembered how happy they were to see each other after the Prometheus was destroyed.
He’d saved her life on numerous occasions and now he was unresponsive in an operating theatre, having saved her once again. It should be her lying there.
She’d be dead several times over without him. She trusted him with her life, that was part of the job, but there was more than that, she trusted him with her heart.
She loved him.
“Oh boy,” she said aloud, just as the nurse entered the cubicle.
“Colonel?”
“Oh, nothing,” Sam replied.
‘I’m in love with Cam,’ she thought, grateful at that moment for her virtually horizontal position, sure the realisation would’ve knocked her on her ass otherwise.
“How’s Cam... Colonel Mitchell?” Sam asked, as the cut on her forehead was dressed.
“Stable,” stated the nurse.
“Stable? He’s not dead? Oh, thank God!” said Sam, with a huge sigh of relief.
“He’s in recovery. Still under the effects of anaesthetic, but that’s to be expected. There, all finished,” the nurse said as she removed her gloves.
“Can I see him?”
“Let me check with Dr Lam, but I’m sure it’ll be fine”
Several hours later, Sam was still sitting at Cam’s bedside. He was stirring, but not yet awake.
She was talking to him, softly telling him of their escape, the postponed debriefing, the movie night planned for after he got out of the infirmary.
She had one more thing she wanted to tell him and decided it was now or never. She held his hand, kept her gaze focused there and took a deep breath.
“And I realised something today. I realised feelings so deep I don’t think I could live without telling you... Telling you I... I love you Cameron.”
“It’s taken you all this time to figure that one out?!” he said groggily, as he squeezed her hand.
“Cam!” she exclaimed as tears threatened to fall again. In her excitement, she kissed him. She went to leave the cubicle in search of Dr Lam, but he stopped her and pulled her back by the hand. She gave him a puzzled look.
“So it’s not just me? You really love me?” he asked.
She nodded.
“Then we’re in deep shit together, Carter.”