Title: Inside Advances
Author: Moonshayde
Season: Ten
Category: Ship,
Vignette
Spoilers: Memento Mori
Pairing/Character: Cameron/Vala, Daniel and Cameron
friendship
Summary: Cameron's trail of evidence finally catches up to
him.
Warnings: sexual language
Rating: PG-13
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Cameron froze the instant he
entered Jackson's office.
Jackson sat in one of the
most cluttered corners of the room, partly hidden by the stacks of books on his
desk. From what Cameron could see, he was positioned in front of his computer,
engrossed in something or other, his right hand clicking away with the mouse.
But the computer and the mouse weren't what caught his eye. Jackson's left hand
interested him the most.
Correction. What was in
his left hand interested him.
He kept quiet as he watched
Jackson crinkle the plastic wrapping of the package on his desk, easily sliding
out one of the two Twinkies that were nestled inside. Slowly, Jackson brought
the Twinkie to his mouth and bit into the cake before his tongue darted out to
catch some of the cream that had oozed out.
Cameron sighed and crossed
his arms, narrowing his eyes as he glared at Jackson. "Aw, hell. You're
messin' with me. Just what did Vala tell you?"
Jackson finished swallowing
and licked his lips. "Nothing." But his smirk told otherwise.
"Jackson, don't you be
telling fibs."
"No, really," he
said, and for a moment, he became serious. "She didn't talk about what
happened at the hotel."
Cameron wasn't buying it.
"Then just what part of the joke am I missing?"
"Handcuffs. Bed. Junk
food. Pants. You left a trail of evidence."
"Nothing
happened."
"Of course not. That's
why she left this." Jackson thrust out a small card.
Frowning, but curious,
Cameron snatched the card and opened it. Inside, there was Vala's unmistakable
handwriting.
If you enjoyed eating the
cream filling in those pastries, it
read, why don't you come discover what's inside me?
Cameron slapped the card
shut, crinkling it in his fist. Act casual, he told himself, but he
could already see the smirk reforming on Jackson's face.
"You didn't read this,
did you?" Cameron asked suspiciously.
The twinkle never left
Jackson's eyes. "No. I don't make it a habit of opening other people's
mail."
Cameron breathed a sigh of
relief. He glanced down at the crumpled card and cleared his throat.
"Well, I should probably go and check this out," he said, backing
towards the door.
"Sure you do,"
Jackson said.
He nodded, but threw Jackson
another suspicious glare. It didn't do the trick of fazing Jackson in the
least. But Cameron just had to be sure.
He stopped at the door and
held up the note. "And you're positive you didn't read this?"
Jackson paused and then
stood, grabbing the last Twinkie before meeting Cameron at the door. He stared
at the note in Cameron's hand. "I didn't read that note," he said
earnestly.
Cameron nodded again. Okay.
That was good enough for him. Sending a small wave to Jackson, he started out
of his office and into the hallway to…take care of business.
"But I did help her
write it."
Cameron nearly tripped over
his own feet. He whipped around, back to Jackson's office, to find the man
grinning at him in that subdued but devilish way of his. But before he could
think of some way to talk himself out of this mess, Jackson tossed the
remaining Twinkie at him, catching Cameron off-guard as he fumbled to grab it.
"Have fun,"
Jackson said, closing the door.
Cameron stood staring back
after him, dumbfounded. It made sense that Jackson would help Vala with
perfecting her written English. But Cameron decided he didn't want to know all
of the different ways Jackson was helping Vala adapt to American culture.
He shook his head and took a
giant bite out of the Twinkie as he started down to the VIP suites. It was time
for him to see just what Vala was made of.
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