Fic: Getting the Band Back Together (SG-1 AU, Cam/Daniel, PG)
Title: Getting the Band Back Together
Author: sheryden
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1461
Spoilers: None
Warnings: None - unless I should warn for crackishness
Disclaimer: Alas, they’re not mine.
Summary: Band AU. Cam tries to get his old band back together for a charity concert, but first, he has to contend with old issues.
Notes: Written for au_bingo for the prompt “Other: Band.” This is a bit more crackish than my usual fare But it was fun to write. Just don't take it too seriously.
It all started when Cameron Mitchell, former lead singer for Stargate SG-1, got a call from his manager, Jack, who told him that VH-1 was organizing a televised charity concert to raise money for a farmer’s relief agency. And they wanted Stargate SG-1 to play the gig.
Stargate SG-1 had broken up years before, and Cam had been out of the performance side of things for a while. Sure, he had done a couple of movie soundtracks here and there. But mostly, he’d spent the past few years writing songs for other people. That was fulfilling in its own way, but the thrill of playing live was something he missed more than he wanted to admit.
When he was approached about taking part in the concert, his heart had nearly beaten out of his chest with excitement. He knew this show could be his comeback. His enthusiasm was dampened, however, when he realized he’d have to find some way to convince the band to do the show. The whole band. The band that had broken up so hard they’d been the subject of several tabloids and a tell-all book by one of their former roadies. They had their issues.
Still, the possibility of climbing back on stage and reclaiming his glory days was enough to get him to dig his cell phone out from between the couch cushions and start dialing numbers.
***
The first name on Cam’s list was the Stargate SG-1’s drummer, Teal’c. After the band broke up, Teal’c had set off on a quest to “find himself.” For a while, no one knew where he was, and their manager had even talked about filing a missing persons report. Then out-of-the-blue, Cam had gotten a letter from Teal’c saying that he was “chilling in a monastery in Tibet for a while.”
When he’d finally returned stateside, Teal’c had started producing his own fitness program-one of those things where people buy the DVDs, and from the comfort of their own living room, they can “Rock On” with Teal’c while he teaches them all the moves they need to flatten their stomach and tone their thigh muscles.
In any case, Cam approached Teal’c first, because he figured he’d get the least amount of resistance from him. He’d always just kind of gone with the flow and let the band’s quarrels roll off his back.
It was a sunny day when Cam met Teal’c for lunch and laid the whole thing out for him. Teal’c mostly nodded a lot-he was never much of a talker-and once Cam finished his pitch, Teal’c gave him a bonafide bromance hug and said, “Indeed, man. Indeed.”
Cam got up to leave, feeling a weight lifted off his shoulders. Maybe this wouldn’t be as hard as he thought…
***
“She hates me, Cameron.”
“No, she doesn’t, Vala. You’re being ridiculous.”
“Yes she does,” Vala said dramatically, and she threw her arms around Cam’s neck. “It’s a dreadful feeling. You have no idea.”
Vala Mal Doran was the group’s lead guitarist, a badass rocker chick who was followed around by the paparazzi on a regular basis and loved the attention. Before the band’s split, she’d gotten into a little trouble with the law for breaking into a five-star restaurant to throw an impromptu dinner party. And before that, she’d made headlines for coming on stage during one of the band’s shows wearing nothing but a feather boa.
Since Stargate SG-1’s breakup, Vala had started doing infomercials. Cam would never forget the first time he’d turned on the TV at three in the morning to find Vala selling The Naquadah Knife-the Rock Star of Knives. Needless to say, he hadn’t slept much that night.
Back in the day, Vala and the group’s bass player, Sam, had had a bit of a rivalry. Well, that was probably putting it mildly. Their “tiffs,” as Jack had always called them were legendary among tabloid journalists, who had made their careers lurking in shadows and hiding behind dumpsters waiting for the two of them to get into it.
Truthfully, though, they had once been the best of friends. Cam figured if he had any chance of getting the band back together, he’d have to find a way to bridge the gap between them-at least long enough for one gig.
***
“I hate her, Cam.”
Cam let out a breath. “No, you don’t either, Sam. Now stop that.”
“No,” she conceded. “I don’t. But I don’t see her picking up a phone.” She tossed a handful of spaghetti into boiling water. Cam and Sam were having lunch together, and Sam had offered to cook. She wasn’t the greatest cook in the world, but Cam was willing to cope with undercooked noodles and watery sauce if it meant she’d agree to reach out to Vala and do the concert.
“Sam,” he said. “Come on. You’re the sensible one. You should be the bigger person and call her.”
“Did you know we were spoofed on Saturday Night Live last week? Last week, Cam. We’re still laughing stocks.”
“Any press is good press?”
“Ha. Ha.”
“Seriously, though. I’ve already talked to Vala, and she said she’s willing to have drinks with you. She misses your friendship.”
“She said that.”
“Well, in her own way.” Cam peered into the saucepan as Sam tossed in a handful of some mysterious spice. “Listen. Even if you guys don’t wind up buying bunk beds and having slumber parties, at least you can bury the hatchet long enough for a charity concert.”
“For the Cameron Mitchell Wants to be a Star Again Fund.”
Cam scowled at her. “That’s not it, and you know it.”
She leaned against the counter and let out a breath. “I do miss her,” she said. “All right, I’ll call her.”
***
Two days later, Cam pulled the cell phone out of his pocket and answered with his standard, “Mitchell.”
“So how goes it?”
“Hey, Jack,” he said. “It goes well. Sam called earlier. Her and Vala had some girlie ice cream and tears party last night. They’re in.”
“How about Daniel.”
“Yeah,” Cam said slowly. “I’m working on that.”
He shoved his phone into his pocket and walked up the front steps of Daniel’s house. As he was about to ring the bell, the door snapped open, and Daniel appeared on the other side. He was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, and Cam had to bite back his more carnal urges.
Daniel was the band’s keyboard player and second vocalist. He was also Cam’s ex lover.
Since the band’s breakup, he had become an actor. The critics lambasted him most of the time, but he seemed to draw a crowd at the box office anyway. In his most recent film, he played a washed-up musician who fell for a waitress. Or something. Cam had made an honest attempt to watch the film but had walked out after fifteen minutes. Too many painful memories of earnest blue eyes and brilliant smiles.
For a moment, Daniel glared at him, then he stepped aside and said, “Well, get in here and make your pitch. I already know what you want, anyway.”
“Word travels fast?”
“I had lunch with Teal’c.”
“Well,” Cam said. “What are your thoughts?”
Daniel led Cam into his living room and collapsed on a black leather couch. “I’m thinking I don’t want to play a show with the man who dumped me.”
Cam made a face. “I didn’t dump you. You broke up with me.”
Sitting up straight, Daniel pointed at Cam. “I did not. You dumped me. You said that for all you cared, I could pack my bags and leave.”
“And you left.”
“Because you told me to.”
Cam stared at him. “Well, you never tried to get me back.”
“Was that what you wanted?” Daniel asked. “You wanted me to fight for you?”
“Wouldn’t have hurt.” He sat down next to Daniel. “Look, I know we said a lot to each other, and I know we can’t erase all of that. But we can start over. We can start as friends.”
Daniel picked up a throw pillow and started tracing the embroidery with his finger. “It’s that simple for you, isn’t it? You want to do this silly show, and you can just turn off the past like a light switch.”
“No, it’s really not that simple,” Cam said. “You broke my heart, Daniel.”
“You broke mine.”
Cam nudged Daniel’s knee with his own. “I’m just asking for one show.”
“And then what?”
“And then maybe nothing,” Cam said. “I don’t know. I would like to try and be friends, though.”
Daniel tossed the pillow aside. “Well,” he said, gazing at Cam with those earnest eyes of his. “Let’s start as bandmates, and we’ll see what happens.”
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Author: sheryden
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1461
Spoilers: None
Warnings: None - unless I should warn for crackishness
Disclaimer: Alas, they’re not mine.
Summary: Band AU. Cam tries to get his old band back together for a charity concert, but first, he has to contend with old issues.
Notes: Written for au_bingo for the prompt “Other: Band.” This is a bit more crackish than my usual fare But it was fun to write. Just don't take it too seriously.
It all started when Cameron Mitchell, former lead singer for Stargate SG-1, got a call from his manager, Jack, who told him that VH-1 was organizing a televised charity concert to raise money for a farmer’s relief agency. And they wanted Stargate SG-1 to play the gig.
Stargate SG-1 had broken up years before, and Cam had been out of the performance side of things for a while. Sure, he had done a couple of movie soundtracks here and there. But mostly, he’d spent the past few years writing songs for other people. That was fulfilling in its own way, but the thrill of playing live was something he missed more than he wanted to admit.
When he was approached about taking part in the concert, his heart had nearly beaten out of his chest with excitement. He knew this show could be his comeback. His enthusiasm was dampened, however, when he realized he’d have to find some way to convince the band to do the show. The whole band. The band that had broken up so hard they’d been the subject of several tabloids and a tell-all book by one of their former roadies. They had their issues.
Still, the possibility of climbing back on stage and reclaiming his glory days was enough to get him to dig his cell phone out from between the couch cushions and start dialing numbers.
***
The first name on Cam’s list was the Stargate SG-1’s drummer, Teal’c. After the band broke up, Teal’c had set off on a quest to “find himself.” For a while, no one knew where he was, and their manager had even talked about filing a missing persons report. Then out-of-the-blue, Cam had gotten a letter from Teal’c saying that he was “chilling in a monastery in Tibet for a while.”
When he’d finally returned stateside, Teal’c had started producing his own fitness program-one of those things where people buy the DVDs, and from the comfort of their own living room, they can “Rock On” with Teal’c while he teaches them all the moves they need to flatten their stomach and tone their thigh muscles.
In any case, Cam approached Teal’c first, because he figured he’d get the least amount of resistance from him. He’d always just kind of gone with the flow and let the band’s quarrels roll off his back.
It was a sunny day when Cam met Teal’c for lunch and laid the whole thing out for him. Teal’c mostly nodded a lot-he was never much of a talker-and once Cam finished his pitch, Teal’c gave him a bonafide bromance hug and said, “Indeed, man. Indeed.”
Cam got up to leave, feeling a weight lifted off his shoulders. Maybe this wouldn’t be as hard as he thought…
***
“She hates me, Cameron.”
“No, she doesn’t, Vala. You’re being ridiculous.”
“Yes she does,” Vala said dramatically, and she threw her arms around Cam’s neck. “It’s a dreadful feeling. You have no idea.”
Vala Mal Doran was the group’s lead guitarist, a badass rocker chick who was followed around by the paparazzi on a regular basis and loved the attention. Before the band’s split, she’d gotten into a little trouble with the law for breaking into a five-star restaurant to throw an impromptu dinner party. And before that, she’d made headlines for coming on stage during one of the band’s shows wearing nothing but a feather boa.
Since Stargate SG-1’s breakup, Vala had started doing infomercials. Cam would never forget the first time he’d turned on the TV at three in the morning to find Vala selling The Naquadah Knife-the Rock Star of Knives. Needless to say, he hadn’t slept much that night.
Back in the day, Vala and the group’s bass player, Sam, had had a bit of a rivalry. Well, that was probably putting it mildly. Their “tiffs,” as Jack had always called them were legendary among tabloid journalists, who had made their careers lurking in shadows and hiding behind dumpsters waiting for the two of them to get into it.
Truthfully, though, they had once been the best of friends. Cam figured if he had any chance of getting the band back together, he’d have to find a way to bridge the gap between them-at least long enough for one gig.
***
“I hate her, Cam.”
Cam let out a breath. “No, you don’t either, Sam. Now stop that.”
“No,” she conceded. “I don’t. But I don’t see her picking up a phone.” She tossed a handful of spaghetti into boiling water. Cam and Sam were having lunch together, and Sam had offered to cook. She wasn’t the greatest cook in the world, but Cam was willing to cope with undercooked noodles and watery sauce if it meant she’d agree to reach out to Vala and do the concert.
“Sam,” he said. “Come on. You’re the sensible one. You should be the bigger person and call her.”
“Did you know we were spoofed on Saturday Night Live last week? Last week, Cam. We’re still laughing stocks.”
“Any press is good press?”
“Ha. Ha.”
“Seriously, though. I’ve already talked to Vala, and she said she’s willing to have drinks with you. She misses your friendship.”
“She said that.”
“Well, in her own way.” Cam peered into the saucepan as Sam tossed in a handful of some mysterious spice. “Listen. Even if you guys don’t wind up buying bunk beds and having slumber parties, at least you can bury the hatchet long enough for a charity concert.”
“For the Cameron Mitchell Wants to be a Star Again Fund.”
Cam scowled at her. “That’s not it, and you know it.”
She leaned against the counter and let out a breath. “I do miss her,” she said. “All right, I’ll call her.”
***
Two days later, Cam pulled the cell phone out of his pocket and answered with his standard, “Mitchell.”
“So how goes it?”
“Hey, Jack,” he said. “It goes well. Sam called earlier. Her and Vala had some girlie ice cream and tears party last night. They’re in.”
“How about Daniel.”
“Yeah,” Cam said slowly. “I’m working on that.”
He shoved his phone into his pocket and walked up the front steps of Daniel’s house. As he was about to ring the bell, the door snapped open, and Daniel appeared on the other side. He was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, and Cam had to bite back his more carnal urges.
Daniel was the band’s keyboard player and second vocalist. He was also Cam’s ex lover.
Since the band’s breakup, he had become an actor. The critics lambasted him most of the time, but he seemed to draw a crowd at the box office anyway. In his most recent film, he played a washed-up musician who fell for a waitress. Or something. Cam had made an honest attempt to watch the film but had walked out after fifteen minutes. Too many painful memories of earnest blue eyes and brilliant smiles.
For a moment, Daniel glared at him, then he stepped aside and said, “Well, get in here and make your pitch. I already know what you want, anyway.”
“Word travels fast?”
“I had lunch with Teal’c.”
“Well,” Cam said. “What are your thoughts?”
Daniel led Cam into his living room and collapsed on a black leather couch. “I’m thinking I don’t want to play a show with the man who dumped me.”
Cam made a face. “I didn’t dump you. You broke up with me.”
Sitting up straight, Daniel pointed at Cam. “I did not. You dumped me. You said that for all you cared, I could pack my bags and leave.”
“And you left.”
“Because you told me to.”
Cam stared at him. “Well, you never tried to get me back.”
“Was that what you wanted?” Daniel asked. “You wanted me to fight for you?”
“Wouldn’t have hurt.” He sat down next to Daniel. “Look, I know we said a lot to each other, and I know we can’t erase all of that. But we can start over. We can start as friends.”
Daniel picked up a throw pillow and started tracing the embroidery with his finger. “It’s that simple for you, isn’t it? You want to do this silly show, and you can just turn off the past like a light switch.”
“No, it’s really not that simple,” Cam said. “You broke my heart, Daniel.”
“You broke mine.”
Cam nudged Daniel’s knee with his own. “I’m just asking for one show.”
“And then what?”
“And then maybe nothing,” Cam said. “I don’t know. I would like to try and be friends, though.”
Daniel tossed the pillow aside. “Well,” he said, gazing at Cam with those earnest eyes of his. “Let’s start as bandmates, and we’ll see what happens.”
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