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TITLE: N Is for What Do You Call Him?
AUTHOR: [livejournal.com profile] campylobacter
BETA READER: [livejournal.com profile] shakespherical
RATING: PG-13/Teens
WARNING: language (mild swearing), violence (guns, injuries)
CATEGORY: Gen; action/adventure
WORD COUNT: 690
CHARACTERS: Cameron Mitchell, Colonel Reynolds, Samantha Carter, Daniel Jackson, Vala Mal Doran, Teal'c
SPOILERS/TIMELINE: after Ark of Truth, but before Sam gets her own badass battlecruiser
PROMPTS: for Cam Alphabet Soup on 30 January 2012 Gen Fic Day hosted by [livejournal.com profile] sg_fignewton
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Ohhh what does that N stand for? Why doesn't that title conform to convention? trollolol

PREMISE: No one on his team calls Cam 'sir', but that's their saving grace.

"Spearhead member, I did not copy your last." Reynolds moans and sets down his radio. "Can't get a twenty on any of my team through this EM interference. And when I can pick up anything, everyone sounds like a prepubescent robot low on batteries."

"Lemme give it a shot." Cam adjusts his earpiece and thumbs on his radio. "Sierra Golf Uno, this is your leader. Report."

Leave it to the OCD types to twitch whenever he bends protocol. Colonel Reynolds isn't that type, but SG-1 hadn't been apprised of the whole Spearhead Leader-Spearhead One-Two-Three protocol before backup arrived.

(Something) Cam, can't disable (something something) worse (something something) over. Even through the static and distortion he can tell whose voice it is; she's the only one who usually calls him Cam.

"Sam, advise you hold tight and we'll send Sierra Golf Three. Repeat, hold tight, sending backup. Over."

I copy that, Cam.

"Colonel Carter's stationed here," Cam points to a meander in the river on the hasty map printout from the UAV.

Reynolds nods and clicks on his radio. "Spearhead One, eighty-six the northwest route and head south for the cliff overhang. Repeat, cancel northwest route, head south..."

(Something something) ambush (something) cluster(something) some help, Mitchell. The voice is deep and slow, like it's being delayed by a black hole, but with weird, fast whines on random syllables. Yet only one SG-1 member calls him the same thing General O'Neill calls him.

"Jackson's in trouble." Cam shakes his head; he thought he'd stationed the archaeologist at the safest vantage point. "T-man, you got a clear line on Jackson's hostiles?"

Cameron (something) Muscles hostage (something something something) half klick downstream.

No mistaking who transmitted that. "Princess, what's your twe—"

Samantha and I (something) going sniping (something something) silent. Over and out.

"Jackson was checking out some crazy totem pole thing on the east bank, while Vala was keeping watch thirty meters north of him. If she and Jackson confirm that Teal'c was taken hostage in an ambush around here," he says, his finger pointing to a small sand bar on the map, "you and I can head off his captors in ten, maybe five minutes just south of the oxbow lake."

"We might even beat Captain Gonzales on the opposite bank," Reynolds chuckles, standing and checking the cartridge of his P90. "If we haul ass."


They hear gunfire about a hundred meters before they reach the doughnut-shaped lake, and curse the underbrush for slowing them down. Cam also curses the pin in his leg. "Don't wait up for me," he gasps as he slows to a limp, waiting to ride out the cramp before sprinting again. Reynolds nods and pushes onward. The forest, although sparse and mostly trash pine, has enough brambles to hide several platoons of snakes and boars. Gunfire must've scared them off. Cam takes a deep breath and jogs on.

When he arrives, he feels like he's unforgivably late to a funeral. Gonzales presses a bandage soaked in blood to Lieutenant Singh's neck, while Vala and one of Reynolds' Marines are holding five surly female warriors at gunpoint. Two of the warriors lie bleeding on the river shore as Reynolds kicks away their knives and axes. Teal'c's lying on the silt, soaking wet. Sam's giving him chest compressions while Jackson blows air into his mouth.

"Aw damn, Teal'c." He doesn't want to see this, but he can't look away, which is just as well, or he'd have missed seeing the Jaffa suddenly gasping and coughing up water.

Sam bites back a sob of relief. Jackson slumps and tosses away a chunk of severed, thick rope. There's more of the same coiled around Teal'c's ankles. Cam approaches, and with his knife cuts free the rest of the bonds.

"I'm a day late and a dollar short, but I sure am glad to see you, brother."

Teal'c's in no condition to reply.

Jackson however, is ― and winks at Sam. "Mitchell is never going to be a favorite colonel of mine, but I love to see his enthusiasm."

Well, at least he's stopped calling him New Guy.

[end]

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Date: 2012-01-30 09:22 am (UTC)
ext_181287: (Default)
From: [identity profile] dankriss.livejournal.com

Bless him...

Kriss :)

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Date: 2012-01-30 09:38 am (UTC)
ext_391411: There is a god sitting here with wet fingers. (iz-ded)
From: [identity profile] campylobacter.livejournal.com
Right? I just wanna give poor Cam a big ol' hug!

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Date: 2012-01-30 09:59 am (UTC)
ext_181287: (Default)
From: [identity profile] dankriss.livejournal.com

I always have loved Cam....

Kriss :)

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Date: 2012-01-30 09:24 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] milanthruil.livejournal.com
Naww, Cameron. *smishes him* <3

This has action/adventure-y goodness with a dash of adorable. Well done! :D

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Date: 2012-01-30 09:40 am (UTC)
ext_391411: There is a god sitting here with wet fingers. (iz-ded)
From: [identity profile] campylobacter.livejournal.com
Thanks bb! This one was surprisingly easy to write.

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Date: 2012-01-30 10:07 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gingasaur.livejournal.com
Oh my God, the beginning is like one of those horrible math problems: if Sam was 30 meters away from Daniel, and Daniel was 60 meters away from Cam, then where was Vala? Cam followed that way better than I ever could!

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Date: 2012-01-31 08:20 am (UTC)
ext_391411: There is a god sitting here with wet fingers. (iz-ded)
From: [identity profile] campylobacter.livejournal.com
bwahahaha I was looking at a map of oxbow lakes on Wikipedia while writing this story. :D

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Date: 2012-01-30 03:26 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] spacegypsy1.livejournal.com
Love Cam. fun read. b

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Date: 2012-01-31 08:21 am (UTC)
ext_391411: There is a god sitting here with wet fingers. (iz-ded)
From: [identity profile] campylobacter.livejournal.com
Thanks!

Wish I had my Cam icons back, but I'm not gonna pay LJ for more than 15 icons until they fix Release 88.

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Date: 2012-01-30 09:19 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] franthewndrhrse.livejournal.com
Eeee! Hearts and flowers to you. This was sweet.

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Date: 2012-01-31 08:34 am (UTC)
ext_391411: There is a god sitting here with wet fingers. (iz-ded)
From: [identity profile] campylobacter.livejournal.com
Thanks! I almost regret whumping Teal'c to do it, but he heals fast & has drowned before (http://pics.livejournal.com/campylobacter/pic/0011app2/), so he'll be fine.

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Date: 2012-01-30 10:04 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lc59.livejournal.com
Nice! I liked that. Kinda refreshing that it was Teal'c you picked on instead of Daniel as most people do. Feel free to expand on this.

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Date: 2012-01-31 08:23 am (UTC)
ext_391411: There is a god sitting here with wet fingers. (iz-ded)
From: [identity profile] campylobacter.livejournal.com
Yeah, I get tired of DanielWhump, too. If I continue this story, though, it ain't gonna be Gen; I'd have to hook up Cam with someone. ;)

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Date: 2012-01-30 10:51 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] stringertheory.livejournal.com
Yay, teamy goodness! <3

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Date: 2012-01-31 08:24 am (UTC)
ext_391411: There is a god sitting here with wet fingers. (iz-ded)
From: [identity profile] campylobacter.livejournal.com
Team = OT4 & OT5

:D

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Date: 2012-01-31 02:37 am (UTC)
sid: (Cam armporn)
From: [personal profile] sid
Great Cam voice, and a neat look at what he's called. No sirs, no sir! :-)

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Date: 2012-01-31 08:37 am (UTC)
ext_391411: There is a god sitting here with wet fingers. (iz-ded)
From: [identity profile] campylobacter.livejournal.com
THANK YOU.

I refrained from including "Shaft", because there's no way I could've kept it Gen if I had. ;}

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Date: 2012-01-31 09:00 am (UTC)
sid: (Cam armporn)
From: [personal profile] sid
*giggles and is twelve*

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Date: 2012-01-31 03:20 am (UTC)
skieswideopen: Cam in a black t-shirt, looking down (SG: Cam)
From: [personal profile] skieswideopen
Team fic! And progress on acceptance! Yay!

Yeah, no one on SG-1 is going to be calling Cam sir.

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Date: 2012-01-31 08:48 am (UTC)
ext_391411: There is a god sitting here with wet fingers. (iz-ded)
From: [identity profile] campylobacter.livejournal.com
mmmmm :)

Gen fic's so much easier to write when the entire team's included.

The closest anyone on SG-1 gets to calling Cam 'sir' is when Teal'c calls him Colonel Mitchell. (Although if they ever did, it'd be sarcastic.)

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Date: 2012-01-31 03:57 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cleothemuse.livejournal.com
BWAHAHAHA! I'm now picturing Cam pulling at his collar and imitating Rodney Dangerfield, "I tell ya, I get no respect!"

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Date: 2012-01-31 08:49 am (UTC)
ext_391411: There is a god sitting here with wet fingers. (iz-ded)
From: [identity profile] campylobacter.livejournal.com
(If I write the sequel to this, Daniel will let "Shaft" top him later that night as a way to make up.)

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Date: 2012-02-01 12:24 am (UTC)
ext_69267: (Amnesia)
From: [identity profile] lolmac.livejournal.com
I love how everyone calls everyone something different, and how comprehensive the communication is when almost nothing can be heard. Wonderful!

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Date: 2012-02-01 07:33 pm (UTC)
ext_391411: There is a god sitting here with wet fingers. (iz-ded)
From: [identity profile] campylobacter.livejournal.com
Thanks!

I have a spreadsheet somewhere that lists what each Stargate character calls the others & in what ep, from nicknames to terms of endearment. Hello, my name is [livejournal.com profile] campylobacter and I'm a geekaholic.

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Date: 2012-02-02 02:28 am (UTC)
ext_69267: (DOS)
From: [identity profile] lolmac.livejournal.com
This immediately makes me want a copy of the spreadsheet.

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Date: 2012-02-02 09:29 am (UTC)
ext_1941: (alphabet soup)
From: [identity profile] sg-fignewton.livejournal.com
LOVE. THIS.

The way they each have their own name for him, and Reynolds, whee!, and competent just about everybody and just... ::squishes fic::

Thanks for a great contribution to the Soup! :)

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Date: 2012-02-25 01:22 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hummingfly67.livejournal.com
Enjoyed that.

New Guy, lol.

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Date: 2013-06-20 08:59 am (UTC)
ext_1941: (teamy goodness)
From: [identity profile] sg-fignewton.livejournal.com
So, y'know. Recced. :)

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Date: 2013-06-24 07:58 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] franthewndrhrse.livejournal.com
I came back -- it got rec'd and made me want to read this again.

I still like it lots (and lots and lots).

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