Title: The Point
Author: SGslashygirl
Season: Season 9
Category: Humor, Vignette
Spoilers: None
Pairing/Character: Daniel/Cameron
Summary: Cameron helps
Daniel get to the point.
Rating:
PG
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Cameron Mitchell followed
General Landry into his office. He'd gotten the impression that Landry had
wanted to talk to him about something, but hadn't necessarily wanted to say
anything in front of the others. He wasn't quite sure what the big stink was
about, but he'd just play along with it anyway.
"Doctor Jackson's a
very knowledgeable person," Landry said with a sigh. He shook his head.
"Is it just me or does he talk a lot?"
"Sir?"
"Every briefing he goes
on and on for about five or ten minutes when he could just sum it up in thirty
seconds. No one seems to think anything of it." He chuckled as he leaned
back in his chair. "I think Jack's more a softy than he'd like to
admit."
Cameron nodded,
understanding. They'd just finished their latest briefing, one that had gone
over by about twenty minutes. Sam and Teal'c seemed to think nothing of it, but
hell, they were part of that big ol'group and probably didn't see it by now.
But the general was right. Jackson had this way of taking the long road to get
to his destination.
Cameron had to admit it. He
sorta liked it.
"But that's where you
come in," Landry said, his eyes glistening.
"Yes, Sir..." He
froze, breaking from the automatic reply to try to process what was said. He
hated having curve balls thrown at him. "I don't know where you're going
with this," Cameron admitted.
Landry smiled, that
not-so-happy-but-I-know-better-than-you smile, and folded his hands on the
table. "Find a way to get him to just get to the point."
Cameron paused outside of
Jackson's office, hesitant to knock. From this angle, he could see good Doc
Jackson plugging away at his desk, ruminating over something or another that
looked like it came out of one of the Alien movies. Jackson was oblivious, as
always, to what was going on around him.
That only made it harder for
Cameron to come out and tell him Landry wanted him to shut up.
So, Cameron just stood
there, practicing shifting his weight. He thought back to his childhood and how
his mama said he never really was so great at confrontation. But he was on SG-1
now. He was a leader and a survivor. How hard could it be to confront Jackson?
Resolved, Cameron finally
went to speak, but he just couldn't find the words.
"Are you just going to
stand there all day, or were you thinking of coming in at some point?"
Jackson asked him, not even breaking from his concentration.
Cameron cleared his throat,
trying to save face as he walked into the room. "What's that you got going
for you? Some funky Ascended radar?" he joked.
Jackson frowned, looking up
from his project. "How did you know?"
Cameron blinked, staring at
Jackson with disbelief. It was only after a small, sly smile crept across
Jackson's face that Cameron was able to break from the embarrassment of
appearing like a deer frozen in headlights.
"Actually, I saw your
reflection on the crome plating of this artifact," Jackson admitted, pointing
to the oval shaped...oval. He flashed Cameron another brilliant smile before he
went back to whatever he was doing.
Recovering from his dork
moment, Cameron shook away his unsteadiness and decided to get down to
business. "Landry sent me up here to talk to you."
Jackson's head shot up, the
mirth gone from his face. Cameron was sorta sad to see it go.
"Something wrong?"
Jackson asked.
"Depends on your point
of view?" Cameron said as a half joke.
Jackson wasn't laughing. He
stood up and came to stand in front of Cameron, arms crossed, but body close.
Cameron coughed, sliding his hands down the side of his pants and looked at
what seemed like potato chip crumbs on the floor by Jackson's desk.
"Uh, well, General
Landry thinks you should pick up the pace a bit."
"Pick up the
pace?" Daniel eyed Cameron slowly, carefully. "Am I too fast for
you?"
There was something
unnervingly sexy about Jackson's tone of voice. "What I'm saying is
maybe...just get to the point."
Jackson sighed and licked
his lips, before scrunching up his face and glaring at the ceiling. Cameron
felt a lecture coming on...
"You know, 'the point'
can be construed in any number of ways. Most of the information that I provide
on a mission or in a briefing is important for the sheer sake of being
important. If we know the background, and the details of say, the garafena,
then we can use that information to help us better understand how to fight the
Goa'uld or the Ori or-"
"Garafena?"
"Yes, garafena. A snake
from Russian folklore. Not too much unlike the Amphisbaena."
Cameron sighed and glared at
Jackson. The point wasn't lost on him.
Jackson arched an eyebrow in
response.
"I get your
point," Cameron said.
"Have you?" Both
of Jackson's eyebrows rose suggestively. "I don't think you have."
Cameron frowned; Jackson
spoke before he could answer.
"See this artifact for
example? Shiny, interesting, but there is so much more to it. It's deceptively
simple in outward appearance, but the purpose, the whole point to it is locked
somewhere inside, just waiting to be discovered." He cleared his throat
and pointed to the slick surface. "In this case..."
Cameron just stopped
listening. Could this man be any more stubborn?
That was it, Cameron
decided. No more dancing around the issue. This was it.
"Hell." Cameron
leaned over and planted one on Jackson's lips.
Warm, but not too
smooth-Cameron would taste where Jackson had been gnawing at his lips,
undoubtedly during some breakthrough he was working on. But he also felt the mix
of power and tenderness, a seeming unlikely contradiction that just spoke to
Jackson's core. He broke off when he felt Jackson's breath on his face.
Cameron had to honest. He
hadn't been expecting to do that, but it had seemed appropriate at the time. And
to his surprise, Jackson hadn't called security, yet.
"There," Cameron
stated, finally feeling satisfied. He hadn't felt this confident since sometime
before joining the SGC. "We've gotten to the point."
Daniel's eyes flickered, and
a twisted, almost sinister--if Cameron hadn't known him better--quality
overcame them. Surprised, or maybe not all that surprised, he chuckled,
realizing what had been going on all along.
That mischievous sly smile
reappeared on Jackson's face. "Or, maybe I've finally made my point."
The End
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