Fic: Welcome to Atlantis. Proceed with Caution. (Evan/Cam, PG)
Title: Welcome to Atlantis. Proceed with Caution.
Author: sheryden
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1660
Pairing: Evan/Cam
Spoilers: None
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: Alas, not mine.
Summary: When Cam visits Evan on Atlantis, it's one mishap after another. Fortunately, he has Evan to give him some TLC.
Notes: This was written for hc_bingo for the prompt "accidents" and it answers the Lorne Fest prompt, “another weekend on Atlantis.”
First of all, Cam hated traveling by spaceship. That’s how he had ended up in this position in the first place.
Sure, he was a pilot. And every time he bitched about having to hitch a ride on the Daedalus or the General Hammond, someone always reminded him of that fact. But for Cam, a man of action, traveling by spaceship was like standing still, and since he was bound for Atlantis, Cam knew he’d be standing still for three weeks.
But when Jackson had needed to make a trip to Atlantis for research, Landry had told Cam to go along and “help out wherever needed.” Cam figured that translated into “babysit Jackson and otherwise stand around and be useless.”
The trip had its perks, though, because it meant that he got to catch up with an old friend. Old friend. That was one way of looking at it. Really, he and Evan had crossed the line from friends to lovers long ago. They had never been serious-at least not hearts and flowers serious. But they were more than just a casual fuck to each other, too. What they had together was fun and casual and free of the stress that plagued most of Cam’s other relationships.
Being with Evan was simple. They understood each other’s moods and they knew how to make each other laugh. And most importantly, they didn’t have the awkwardness of explaining away long absences and side-effects from weird alien do-hickeys.
So coming to Atlantis hadn’t been so bad. Until he remembered other people-most notably Doctor Rodney McKay-lived in the city, as well.
Currently, Evan was leaning over him, wearing a bemused but concerned expression on his face. “You feeling any better?”
Cam groaned in response and closed his eyes. He shifted the icepack so that it lay more evenly against his swollen eye. “Get me a bag of lemons,” he grumbled.
Evan sat down on the sofa next to Cam and nudged him with his knee. “You can’t really blame Rodney, Cam,” he said. “Golf isn’t his game, and he’s tried to tell the Colonel that.”
Earlier that afternoon, Cam had been wandering through the city looking for something to do until Evan got through with his shift. The city had been calm, almost a little too calm for Cam’s tastes. He had strolled toward the sound of laughter and voices coming from a few feet away, but just as he’d reached the archway leading to the city’s makeshift putting range, he’d felt something slam against his face. And now here he was, sitting on Evan’s sofa with an icepack pressed to his skin.
“I’m gonna have a shiner the size of a baseball,” he said.
“Well,” Evan said, reaching over to massage Cam's tense shoulders. “You can tell everyone you went toe-to-toe with the Wraith. And that’s your war wound.” Evan grinned with what Cam referred to as the Dimple Smile. It was Evan’s full-on ear-to-ear grin, and it didn’t see the light of day nearly enough.
“There are the dimples,” Cam said, patting Evan on the knee. “Maybe getting knocked out by a golf ball was worth it.”
Evan leaned in and gave Cam a peck on the cheek. “Sounds like you’re feeling better. I got to get back to work, okay? I’m testing out a jumper Zelenka’s been working on.”
“All right,” Cam said. “Dinner tonight?”
“If you survive until then,” Evan said, flashing his dimples again.
***
About an hour later, boredom and restlessness finally compelled Cam to pry himself off Evan’s sofa and resume his exploration of the city.
Cam started to wander into the cafeteria, but as soon as he saw McKay sitting at a table tapping away on his laptop, he had headed the other direction. He was being silly, and he knew it, but his throbbing eye wasn’t willing to take any chances.
He walked to the jumper bay where he thought he might find Evan, and sure enough, Evan was there, chatting with a bespectacled man he recognized as Radek Zelenka.
“I need you to calm down, Doc,” Evan was saying. “Okay? Now what’s going on?”
Zelenka immediately started talking a mile a minute in Czech, waving his hands around wildly. Evan nodded, as though he understood, and then he held up his hands. “I signed the requisition form, Doc,” he said.
Cam figured it was best to stay out of the way until Evan had ironed out whatever issue had Zelenka so hot and bothered. He slid up next to a little do-hickey he didn’t recognize and folded his arms across the chest, watching with a certain amount of admiration as Evan turned on the charm with Zelenka.
Without warning, the aforementioned do-hickey made a gurgling sound, turned on Cam, and fired a ray that knocked him off his feet. He landed a few feet away in a heap. Evan and Zelenka ran up to him. “You okay, Cam?” Evan asked. “I thought you were still resting in my quarters.”
“Oh, yeah,” Cam said. “I’m fantastic.” He lay on his stomach and talked into the floor. “I’m just gonna lie here for a minute. Or an hour.”
Zelenka was on his knees, patting Cam on the arm. “I am so sorry, Colonel Mitchell. I was just explaining to Major Lorne that we have a bad part and no replacement.”
“It’s okay, Doc,” Evan said, as he rolled Cam over on his back. “Just get me the infirmary.”
A few minutes later, Carson Beckett was shining a light into Cam's eyes and asking him silly questions to make sure he didn’t have a concussion. Once satisfied, Beckett let him leave with Evan.
“I should put you in bubble wrap,” Evan said with a grin.
“I think I just need to stay away from the every scientist in this city,” Cam moaned, stretching out his back.
As they walked toward Evan’s quarters, they passed the botany lab. A gangly looking scientist poked his head out. “Major! Come quick!”
Evan arched an eyebrow. “Is there a problem, Doc?”
Parrish waved his hands around. “No, Major! I’ve made an exciting find!“
“He’s harmless,” Evan whispered and motioned for Cam to follow him into the lab.
They strolled into the lab, and Parrish started raving about the wonders of medicinal plants from planet something or other. Evan nodded a lot and repeated a few of Parrish’s words to show him that he was listening.
After several minutes of this, Cam got bored and started to wander around the lab. He stopped at a pink flower that reminded him of the roses his mother used to grow. Smiling at thoughts of home, Cam leaned down to sniff the flower.
And then got a face full of green goo.
Swiping the goo off his face with his hands, he bellowed, “You got to be kidding me!”
Evan hurried over, and though Cam couldn’t see him, he could hear Evan laughing under his breath. “It does that to everybody,” he said.
“Actually,” Parrish said enthusiastically. “The substance does wonders for skin!”
“Well, that’s just great,” Cam grumbled. “I’ll die with nice complexion.”
“Oh, the substance won’t kill you,” Parrish said.
“He’s just being dramatic,” Evan explained. He handed Cam a wet towel. “Let’s get you cleaned up and back behind closed doors.”
***
A few hours later, Cam lay on Evan’s bed, his head throbbing slightly less that it had been earlier. Evan had disappeared again, promising to return with dinner as soon as he could. When he heard the doors slide open, Cam lifted himself up onto his elbows. It was Evan, and he was carrying a two trays of food.
Plunking them down on the nearest table, Evan started tugging off his uniform.
“You that eager to get me into bed?” Cam said with a smirk.
Grinning, Evan walked over and sat down next to Cam. “Looks to me like you’re already in bed waiting for me,” he said. He squeezed Cam on the shoulder. “You’re gonna have me to yourself for the next few days.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” he said. “Woolsey gave me some time off to hang out with you.”
Cam narrowed his eyes, “He did?”
“Relax,” Evan said. “I told him we were old friends. Besides, he seems to think that if we let you wander around the city on your own, you’ll get into trouble."
“Ah,” Cam said, laughing in spite of himself. "Well, I hope you're planning to give me plenty of TLC." He leaned in and gave Evan a soft, probing kiss.
"I can handle that," Evan said. "I plan on taking good care of you." He took Cam’s hands in his face, stroking Cam’s cheek with his thumb. After a few seconds, he pulled back and raised an eyebrow.
“What’s wrong,” Cam said.
“Nothing.” Evan stroked Cam’s face with his knuckles. “It’s just… Parrish is kind of right. You’re skin is so soft.”
Cam grabbed a pillow and whacked Evan over the head. “Cute,” he said. They stared at each other for a long moment, then Cam touched his now impressive black eye.
"Look," Evan said more seriously. "I know you're frustrated, and I know you got to be hurting." He pulled Cam into an embrace.
"I'm a little frustrated," Cam said. "And yeah, I'm hurting. This city has me feeling my age."
"Where at?" Evan asked.
"Well," Cam said. "There's my eye. And my back. And my shoulder. And my knee."
Evan placed his hands on Cam's shoulders and started needing the sore muscles. "I'm sorry you got so banged up."
Cam leaned into Evan's touch and closed his eyes. “That's okay, he said. "You keep it up with those magic fingers of yours, I think I might start to like this city." He groaned as Evan hit a tender spot between his shoulder blades. "Is it always this deadly here?”
Evan grinned at him. “Yep. Just another weekend on Atlantis.”
Author: sheryden
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1660
Pairing: Evan/Cam
Spoilers: None
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: Alas, not mine.
Summary: When Cam visits Evan on Atlantis, it's one mishap after another. Fortunately, he has Evan to give him some TLC.
Notes: This was written for hc_bingo for the prompt "accidents" and it answers the Lorne Fest prompt, “another weekend on Atlantis.”
First of all, Cam hated traveling by spaceship. That’s how he had ended up in this position in the first place.
Sure, he was a pilot. And every time he bitched about having to hitch a ride on the Daedalus or the General Hammond, someone always reminded him of that fact. But for Cam, a man of action, traveling by spaceship was like standing still, and since he was bound for Atlantis, Cam knew he’d be standing still for three weeks.
But when Jackson had needed to make a trip to Atlantis for research, Landry had told Cam to go along and “help out wherever needed.” Cam figured that translated into “babysit Jackson and otherwise stand around and be useless.”
The trip had its perks, though, because it meant that he got to catch up with an old friend. Old friend. That was one way of looking at it. Really, he and Evan had crossed the line from friends to lovers long ago. They had never been serious-at least not hearts and flowers serious. But they were more than just a casual fuck to each other, too. What they had together was fun and casual and free of the stress that plagued most of Cam’s other relationships.
Being with Evan was simple. They understood each other’s moods and they knew how to make each other laugh. And most importantly, they didn’t have the awkwardness of explaining away long absences and side-effects from weird alien do-hickeys.
So coming to Atlantis hadn’t been so bad. Until he remembered other people-most notably Doctor Rodney McKay-lived in the city, as well.
Currently, Evan was leaning over him, wearing a bemused but concerned expression on his face. “You feeling any better?”
Cam groaned in response and closed his eyes. He shifted the icepack so that it lay more evenly against his swollen eye. “Get me a bag of lemons,” he grumbled.
Evan sat down on the sofa next to Cam and nudged him with his knee. “You can’t really blame Rodney, Cam,” he said. “Golf isn’t his game, and he’s tried to tell the Colonel that.”
Earlier that afternoon, Cam had been wandering through the city looking for something to do until Evan got through with his shift. The city had been calm, almost a little too calm for Cam’s tastes. He had strolled toward the sound of laughter and voices coming from a few feet away, but just as he’d reached the archway leading to the city’s makeshift putting range, he’d felt something slam against his face. And now here he was, sitting on Evan’s sofa with an icepack pressed to his skin.
“I’m gonna have a shiner the size of a baseball,” he said.
“Well,” Evan said, reaching over to massage Cam's tense shoulders. “You can tell everyone you went toe-to-toe with the Wraith. And that’s your war wound.” Evan grinned with what Cam referred to as the Dimple Smile. It was Evan’s full-on ear-to-ear grin, and it didn’t see the light of day nearly enough.
“There are the dimples,” Cam said, patting Evan on the knee. “Maybe getting knocked out by a golf ball was worth it.”
Evan leaned in and gave Cam a peck on the cheek. “Sounds like you’re feeling better. I got to get back to work, okay? I’m testing out a jumper Zelenka’s been working on.”
“All right,” Cam said. “Dinner tonight?”
“If you survive until then,” Evan said, flashing his dimples again.
***
About an hour later, boredom and restlessness finally compelled Cam to pry himself off Evan’s sofa and resume his exploration of the city.
Cam started to wander into the cafeteria, but as soon as he saw McKay sitting at a table tapping away on his laptop, he had headed the other direction. He was being silly, and he knew it, but his throbbing eye wasn’t willing to take any chances.
He walked to the jumper bay where he thought he might find Evan, and sure enough, Evan was there, chatting with a bespectacled man he recognized as Radek Zelenka.
“I need you to calm down, Doc,” Evan was saying. “Okay? Now what’s going on?”
Zelenka immediately started talking a mile a minute in Czech, waving his hands around wildly. Evan nodded, as though he understood, and then he held up his hands. “I signed the requisition form, Doc,” he said.
Cam figured it was best to stay out of the way until Evan had ironed out whatever issue had Zelenka so hot and bothered. He slid up next to a little do-hickey he didn’t recognize and folded his arms across the chest, watching with a certain amount of admiration as Evan turned on the charm with Zelenka.
Without warning, the aforementioned do-hickey made a gurgling sound, turned on Cam, and fired a ray that knocked him off his feet. He landed a few feet away in a heap. Evan and Zelenka ran up to him. “You okay, Cam?” Evan asked. “I thought you were still resting in my quarters.”
“Oh, yeah,” Cam said. “I’m fantastic.” He lay on his stomach and talked into the floor. “I’m just gonna lie here for a minute. Or an hour.”
Zelenka was on his knees, patting Cam on the arm. “I am so sorry, Colonel Mitchell. I was just explaining to Major Lorne that we have a bad part and no replacement.”
“It’s okay, Doc,” Evan said, as he rolled Cam over on his back. “Just get me the infirmary.”
A few minutes later, Carson Beckett was shining a light into Cam's eyes and asking him silly questions to make sure he didn’t have a concussion. Once satisfied, Beckett let him leave with Evan.
“I should put you in bubble wrap,” Evan said with a grin.
“I think I just need to stay away from the every scientist in this city,” Cam moaned, stretching out his back.
As they walked toward Evan’s quarters, they passed the botany lab. A gangly looking scientist poked his head out. “Major! Come quick!”
Evan arched an eyebrow. “Is there a problem, Doc?”
Parrish waved his hands around. “No, Major! I’ve made an exciting find!“
“He’s harmless,” Evan whispered and motioned for Cam to follow him into the lab.
They strolled into the lab, and Parrish started raving about the wonders of medicinal plants from planet something or other. Evan nodded a lot and repeated a few of Parrish’s words to show him that he was listening.
After several minutes of this, Cam got bored and started to wander around the lab. He stopped at a pink flower that reminded him of the roses his mother used to grow. Smiling at thoughts of home, Cam leaned down to sniff the flower.
And then got a face full of green goo.
Swiping the goo off his face with his hands, he bellowed, “You got to be kidding me!”
Evan hurried over, and though Cam couldn’t see him, he could hear Evan laughing under his breath. “It does that to everybody,” he said.
“Actually,” Parrish said enthusiastically. “The substance does wonders for skin!”
“Well, that’s just great,” Cam grumbled. “I’ll die with nice complexion.”
“Oh, the substance won’t kill you,” Parrish said.
“He’s just being dramatic,” Evan explained. He handed Cam a wet towel. “Let’s get you cleaned up and back behind closed doors.”
***
A few hours later, Cam lay on Evan’s bed, his head throbbing slightly less that it had been earlier. Evan had disappeared again, promising to return with dinner as soon as he could. When he heard the doors slide open, Cam lifted himself up onto his elbows. It was Evan, and he was carrying a two trays of food.
Plunking them down on the nearest table, Evan started tugging off his uniform.
“You that eager to get me into bed?” Cam said with a smirk.
Grinning, Evan walked over and sat down next to Cam. “Looks to me like you’re already in bed waiting for me,” he said. He squeezed Cam on the shoulder. “You’re gonna have me to yourself for the next few days.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” he said. “Woolsey gave me some time off to hang out with you.”
Cam narrowed his eyes, “He did?”
“Relax,” Evan said. “I told him we were old friends. Besides, he seems to think that if we let you wander around the city on your own, you’ll get into trouble."
“Ah,” Cam said, laughing in spite of himself. "Well, I hope you're planning to give me plenty of TLC." He leaned in and gave Evan a soft, probing kiss.
"I can handle that," Evan said. "I plan on taking good care of you." He took Cam’s hands in his face, stroking Cam’s cheek with his thumb. After a few seconds, he pulled back and raised an eyebrow.
“What’s wrong,” Cam said.
“Nothing.” Evan stroked Cam’s face with his knuckles. “It’s just… Parrish is kind of right. You’re skin is so soft.”
Cam grabbed a pillow and whacked Evan over the head. “Cute,” he said. They stared at each other for a long moment, then Cam touched his now impressive black eye.
"Look," Evan said more seriously. "I know you're frustrated, and I know you got to be hurting." He pulled Cam into an embrace.
"I'm a little frustrated," Cam said. "And yeah, I'm hurting. This city has me feeling my age."
"Where at?" Evan asked.
"Well," Cam said. "There's my eye. And my back. And my shoulder. And my knee."
Evan placed his hands on Cam's shoulders and started needing the sore muscles. "I'm sorry you got so banged up."
Cam leaned into Evan's touch and closed his eyes. “That's okay, he said. "You keep it up with those magic fingers of yours, I think I might start to like this city." He groaned as Evan hit a tender spot between his shoulder blades. "Is it always this deadly here?”
Evan grinned at him. “Yep. Just another weekend on Atlantis.”