Fic: I'll Be Right There (Sam/Cam)
Title: I’ll Be Right There
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Characters: Sam/Cam
Prompt: #005 Unlikely
Word Count: 176
Rating: T+
Summary: Cam swears and cracking open an eye, reaches for his beeping cell phone.
Notes: Written for drabble123. 18/10/10. Inspired by my Friday night/Saturday morning (though the ending differs).
Beta: alvericff.
Cam swears and cracks open an eye, reaching for his beeping cell phone. He doesn’t bother checking the screen - the world probably needs saving yet again - and hits the talk button.
“Yeah?” he manages. He glances at his clock. 1:33am.
“Cam?”
He blinks. “Sam? Is that you?”
There’s a prolonged silence.
“Yeah, Cam, I - “
He sits up straight in bed. “Where are you? Is everything okay?”
A choked sob gives him his answer.
“Sam? Talk to me.”
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be calling you this late,” she whispers. “I’ll let you sleep.”
“You are not going to hang up on me now, Carter. You woke me and you’re telling me what’s going on.”
“I,” she says weakly, after a minute, “I don’t feel so good.”
He can hear the grimace of pain in her voice.
“I need-” She breaks off and sniffs.
Without a thought, he climbs out of bed and pulls on a pair of jeans while juggling his phone between his ear and shoulder.
“I’ll be right there,” he tells her. “It’ll be okay.”
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Characters: Sam/Cam
Prompt: #005 Unlikely
Word Count: 176
Rating: T+
Summary: Cam swears and cracking open an eye, reaches for his beeping cell phone.
Notes: Written for drabble123. 18/10/10. Inspired by my Friday night/Saturday morning (though the ending differs).
Beta: alvericff.
Cam swears and cracks open an eye, reaching for his beeping cell phone. He doesn’t bother checking the screen - the world probably needs saving yet again - and hits the talk button.
“Yeah?” he manages. He glances at his clock. 1:33am.
“Cam?”
He blinks. “Sam? Is that you?”
There’s a prolonged silence.
“Yeah, Cam, I - “
He sits up straight in bed. “Where are you? Is everything okay?”
A choked sob gives him his answer.
“Sam? Talk to me.”
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be calling you this late,” she whispers. “I’ll let you sleep.”
“You are not going to hang up on me now, Carter. You woke me and you’re telling me what’s going on.”
“I,” she says weakly, after a minute, “I don’t feel so good.”
He can hear the grimace of pain in her voice.
“I need-” She breaks off and sniffs.
Without a thought, he climbs out of bed and pulls on a pair of jeans while juggling his phone between his ear and shoulder.
“I’ll be right there,” he tells her. “It’ll be okay.”