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[sgmitchell]

His hut had been finished a few days now...but he still didn't have a whole lot of furniture for it. He liked it that way, though...this was just a temporary shelter set up so he could get out of Jackson's hair while he waited for rescue. The waiting thing wasn't much fun, but there wasn't a whole lot he could do about it on his own

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[thebonelady]

Temperance might have been hanging around the settlement of New Atlantis for this very reason.

Not the pie, of course, but the man holding it. The phenomenon of island doubles was nothing new to her, but seeing a double of John certainly was, and after hearing that he now existed... well, she couldn't bring herself to outwardly seek an introduction, but she didn't mind making sure she was in the right place at the right time.

"You must be Cameron Mitchell."

[sgmitchell]

He glanced up curiously at the approach of someone unfamiliar. It wasn't new that a stranger recognized him, but it was nice that this one didn't preface her greeting with a comment about leather, clones, or outright confusing him for the other one.

All that might have been inferred, for all he knew of the woman, but anything he didn't actually have to acknowledge was fine by him. He was good at ignoring things when he needed to.

"Yep, the very one." He offered a small smile, and put down the pie-laden fork to stand and offer a hand of greeting. "Do you know Jackson?"

[thebonelady]

"No," she said, and then shook her head. "Yes, but that's not the reason I know who you are." She decided not to mention how many times she'd barely kept from shoving Daniel Jackson into the quicksand.

"You look like my husband."

[sgmitchell]

Oh hey, wait...that guy was married? That was one hell of a weird alternate universe.

"Oh yeah?" He rested his hands on the table, but didn't quite sit yet--he wasn't sure if it was just a quick gawk-and-go visit, or if she'd actually come by to say something else, as well. "I think I met the guy."

[captainjack]

Jack was heading to see Sheppard after they'd broken for the day. He was pretty sure he might just be in love with the XO a little...or maybe a complete masochist like the Doctor had said. Either way, he had a couple ideas he figured he'd better run by the...

That was pie. Jane had made him one once and ever since, he'd had such a weak spot for pie. He looked over the guy holding it and decided after a moment that it wasn't Crichton. That didn't necessarily mean it was Cameron Mitchell, but considering what he'd heard, chances were good.

He changed his path and sauntered closer, smiling alternately at the pie and the man.

"Hello," he said as he thrust his hand forward. "Captain Jack Harkness."

[sgmitchell]

He glanced up at the unfamiliar man a moment. Judging by the interested glances he'd made toward the pie on approach, Cam figured the man was probably more interested in the pie than actual conversation. He couldn't say he didn't approve of such motivation, though--it was pretty good pie, if he did say so himself.

He grinned, reaching up to shake the guy's hand. "Lieutenant Colonel Cameron Mitchell."

[captainjack]

"Of course you are," Jack replied. "Daniel's team. One of them. Good to meet you."

Once he had hold of his hand, the pie was almost entirely forgotten. He smiled a little more, a little warmer.

"...Finally."

[sgmitchell]

"You know Jackson?" That was...oh. He must have been the Jack who was good with the clothing box. He grinned then, pointing at the man in confirmation. "You're his friend, right? The one that's good with that damn box?"

Well, he certainly didn't look anything like the General, so at least he didn't have any doubts about whether the guy befriended Jackson on his own merits or not.

[notquitekang]

He was still exploring by the time he made his way to where Mitchell's place of residence. To be honest, the scent of pie was what attracted him. Upon making it to where Mitchell was, the Vision found that he wasn't going to be disappointed. Smiling slightly as he approached, he called out. "Greetings. Fine morning, no?"

[sgmitchell]

He glanced up at the new voice curiously, before offering a wave of greeting. The guy looked vaguely familiar, but he couldn't place where from. It was entirely possible he'd been here long enough he was imagining it now.

"Oh yeah, Great day. Nice and sunny."

[skybot_snd]

The T-1000 didn't seem to possess the capacity to stay away from New Atlantis, despite it not being the most welcoming location as far as he was concerned. His shoulder still ached on occasion, but other than the crack in one of his sunglasses lenses and some leftover bruising on his face, there was little evidence pointing to a drunken brawl with a hostile walrus.

He approached Mitchell, brow rising as he spotted his latest creation. Clearly the man had some form of deep-rooted pie obsession. The T-1000 couldn't really object, though. It was definitely better than the leather fetish.

"If you're planning to try and poison McKay again, I'll have to stay out of it this time. He's already suspicious of me." What with the chair waving and all. "I think he's prejudiced against terminators."

[sgmitchell]

"Nah, it's only blueberry." Cam glanced up at the Terminator with a wry smile. It didn't really surprise him to see the guy around--despite not actually living in New Atlantis, he seemed to hang around it nearly as much as any inhabitant. "But if McKay asks, it's got some lemon zest for flavor."

[skybot_snd]

The T-1000 nodded at the suggestion, with just a shade of a smirk. While it hadn't been the worst treatment he'd received that day, he still had some lingering resentment towards McKay. The man had a thoroughly faulty perception of terminator model quality. And coolness.

"And absolutely no mangoes?" he recalled to ask, somewhat worriedly, because he had to make sure. "Or alcohol?"

[sgmitchell]

"I made this for food, not biological warfare. No mangoes or alcohol involved." He'd never really liked mangoes, anyway. They were just a bit too fruity for him.

He gestured toward the pie with a free hand. "Want some? Don't have any plates handy, but you can always eat it with your hands."

[karmic_darwin]

Had they been in New York or D.C., he might've had some idea what to give Mitchell for a housewarming gift. In India, he would have known precisely. Here, and for someone who he not only didn't know but had thought him a Goa'uld, he had not the slightest clue.

When he'd first come to New York City, Eden had offered him macaroni and cheese. He considered, briefly, trying to make a meal for Mitchell, but that might be misconstrued. Still, food, he could hardly go wrong with food. Could he?

It took him several hours to pick berries, oranges, grapefruits, bananas, figs and kiwi. Not much shorter, to wash and arrange them on one of the plates he'd taken from Eowyn's hut when he'd moved to his own. When he discovered Mitchell outside with a pie, it seemed a pointless effort, but he bore up cheerfully, offering the plate and the fruit with a pleasant smile.

"I thought I'd try to make good on the welcome-to-the-island spiel, since we're nearly neighbors."

[sgmitchell]

He glanced up in surprise at the approach of a familiar face...and fruit. Good looking fruit, too. It took him a moment to recall the name--less from unfamiliarity than from the fact that it was just a difficult name.

Jackson's...yeah, that was still kind of weird.

He smiled brightly, taking the plate carefully. "Good as, at least. Pie?"

[karmic_darwin]

"Near enough," Mohinder agreed, pleased to find Mitchell had apparently let go of the Goa'uld issue and was dealing well enough with Daniel having a boyfriend that there was no apparent awkwardness.

His mouth twisted into a wry curve of a smile. "You've found my Kryptonite already." Not content to dish out Marvel universe comic books, the bookshelf had begun plaguing him with the DCU as well. It had begun to infect his speech, much as it did when he'd researched hero myths for his book several years earlier. "Desserts are one of my favorite vices. I'd love some."

They were, too. He'd always had a sweet tooth. But Indian desserts were too sweet, sweet for sweet's sake, curl your tongue sweet. Chocolate sometimes reached that level of sweetness, though he loved it. Fruit tarts and pies, though, those were perfect.

[sgmitchell]

"Pie is not a weakness." His smile turned wry, before he nodded to the pastry. "I don't have any extra dishes, so you'll have to eat it with your hands, but I've always found pie to be one of the more rewarding finger-foods."