Title: The More Things
Change
Author: Moonshayde
Season: Ten
Category: Ship,
Character Study
Spoilers: Vague Season Nine through Season Ten
Pairing/Character: Cameron/Vala
Summary: Cameron realizes that the more things change, the
more they stay the same.
Warnings: none
Rating: PG
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From the very first moment
that he'd laid eyes on her, he'd decided to play it cool. She'd strut her
stuff, throw herself at Jackson and every other able-bodied man (and woman) in
the SGC, and even try her luck by flirting with Teal'c or himself. Cameron had
taken it all in stride.
While she continued to get
under Jackson's skin, Cameron would stand by. While she continued to thieve and
lie and cheat, he'd stand by. While she kept up the charade of an unbreakable
rock, he'd stand by. Cameron would watch and wait, every time, every way, and
kept it level. Cool as a cucumber, he'd told himself. He was on SG-1 now and he
had to act the part.
She made it difficult, even
when she was gone. Without her, he was a loose canon. Though all he wanted was
some respect, he couldn't seem to hold back. He wanted to earn that trust and
closeness from SG-1 that O'Neill had commanded. He wanted to be part of the
team. But he was excitable. He knew that. He couldn't help it. Other galaxies,
alien chicks, funky druggy corn – it was stuff that his boyhood dreams were
made of. Maybe not the corn, but Cameron could let that slide. It was the
excitement of being out there and doing something fantastic that made him a
little impulsive.
But whenever Mal Doran was
around, he was different. That excitement got checked at the door. He was
reserved. He was cool. He was in control.
And he couldn't explain why.
Then, she'd come back. But
she was changed. They'd all changed. Hell, he'd changed more than he'd had ever
expected could be possible. That's the way these things went.
Yet, he still kept his cool
around her. She still pushed those boundaries.
It felt like those first few times all over again, but it wasn't. There
was more. She could feel it. He could feel it. But neither of them would
acknowledge the shift.
He didn't know if they
would. He didn't know if they should. But it was there. And he guessed that was
all that they needed right now.
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