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The One with Heart to Heart

Fri, 18 May 2007 23:05:52 GMT

Title: Heart to Heart
Author: loozy
Summary: Why did Cameron kiss Amy in Kansas? Vala talks to him.
Disclaimer: I do not own Stargate SG-1, or any of its characters. Unfortunately. I'm just having fun with them.
Category: het
Pairing: Cameron/ Carolyn; Cameron/ Vala friendship
Characters: Cameron Mitchell, Vala Mal Doran, Carolyn Lam *is not exactly in the fic, but topic of discussion*
Rating: R
Spoilers: 10x15, Bounty
Warnings: none
Betas: SPT & katiuniverse
A/N: This is what happens when I write my dissertation on the German Kaiserreich. The Muse would not leave me alone until I started writing this. It's also spurred on by my mission to convert sql_girl and katiuniverse to the Cameron/ Carolyn- ship.
Feedback: Yes, please?

Part 1- A Kiss is but a Kiss

Cameron looks at the rear view mirror, seeing his parents and Amy disappearing gradually, then shifts his gaze quickly over to the dark- haired woman sitting on the passenger seat.

”How many times have you been married, anyway?”

Vala takes a short moment to think about that.

”Legally? Hmmm, well, it's hard to keep track. Let's see. The first one was a part of a band of traveling entertainers. He was a good cook, too. Couldn't make pie though.”

Cameron suppresses a snicker. He knows his mother’s cakes are delicious and notorious in the family, but never would he have figured that Vala would get that addicted to them. She even tried to weasel the receipe of the cake out of Mrs Mitchell, even though she can’t cook to save her life, and besides, the cakes are a family secret, and if someone will ever know them, it’ll be Cameron. He likes to cook, though baking isn’t his fortune, if the macaroons were any indication.

In the meanwhile, Vala has been rambling on, and since Cameron hasn’t paid attention and he is not really interested anyways, he might as well just stop her now.

”You know, forget it. Forget I asked.”

Vala takes another bite of the cake.

“What about you?”

Cameron doesn’t take his eyes off the road.

“What do you mean? I’ve never been married.”

“Dr Lam?”

A jaw- breaking clenching is her answer.

“You two had a fight?”

“Nope.”

“But something happened, right?”

“Yup.”

“You want to talk to me about it?”

“Not particularly, no.”

Silence reigns for the next mile, only interrupted by Vala loudly chewing.

“I can’t stand this silence. So either you tell me what is going on or…”

“Or what?”

“Give me a moment, I have to think of a suitable punishment?”

“Like you talking me to death?”

“Something like that sounds right.”

Silence. Vala waits for Cameron to start talking but realizes after another mile that she would have to beat it out of him. Well, she is good at that, and as much as she likes Cameron, she is more interested at the moment what has had him on edge for not only the weekend, but the last two weeks.

Since the heads on approach obviously is not working the way she wanted it to, she has to get to him in a different way.

“So. Two weeks ago. You and Carolyn still liked each other.”

Starting to think of it, this was not very subtle or different.

“Are you going to let off?”

“No. You have been grumpy for the last couple of weeks. I’m not saying it is affecting your work performance, but your mood… But your work suffers, too. If you don’t become a little less moody soon, or keep sulking around the infirmary, General Landry might catch up on what has been going on between you and Dr Lam.”

He mumbles something into his non- existent beard.

“What was that? Cameron, really. If you want to talk to me-“

“I said it might be of advantage if he found out about us.”

“Did you want to tell him?”

“No. Her mother. Carolyn gets together whenever she is in town, and during the last dinner she had, she let slip she has been seeing someone.”

“And that is bad because?”

”So I suggested to her that next time, she just takes me with her.”

“And?”

“We had a fight. She broke up with me.”

“Just like that?”

“Kinda.”

Vala would smack Cameron very hard if he wasn’t driving on the highway right now. She has done it before, and the result was a slight veering of the street.

“I thought her parents were estranged?”

“Yup.”

“I don’t get it.”

“The only people who know about the two of us is SG-1. Not even her best friend outside of work knows about me. Not that they see each other often anyways. But still. It’s like she’s trying to keep me a secret.”

“Did she say why?”

“No. I asked her, and she said she couldn’t do it anymore. That she couldn’t take the pressure anymore.”

“What pressure? Of keeping your relationship a secret?”

“Not really. She feels pressured by me.”

“Did you try to get her to accompany you to Kansas?”

“Yes.”

“Meet the parents?”

“Yes.”

“Do they know about her?”

Cameron only slightly shakes his head.

“You met my mother. Nothing gets by her. She smells stuff like that from a mile away.”

“So they thought that I was her?”

“Yes.”

“Oh.”

The car is silent for one more mile. Vala feeds Cameron another piece of cake.

“Why did you kiss Amy Vanderburg?”

If she thought that the red that Cam turned when he fell off the chair was impressive, then the shade his face has taken on now, is worthy an entry in some history tome. She makes a mental note to tell Daniel about it. Surely he can make a note and then historians will pick it up and the world will know about the day in the car that Cameron Ryan Benjamin Mitchell turned purple.

But he still hasn’t answered her, so she pokes him.

“Still there?”

“I kissed her because…”

“She’s a nice woman? And you like her?”

Vala yawns, a gesture of boredom that she caught on the tv.

“One more time. Why did you kiss her?”

“I don’t know. She was there. She was willing. She was… Therapy?”

“Did it work? The therapy?”

“Nope, absolutely not. I kept thinking of Carolyn.”

“Who’s the better kisser?”

“Carolyn.”

A wistful smile plays upon his lips.

“Hah. You didn’t even have to think about it.”

“There’s nothing to think about it. She is the best kisser in the world.”

”Better than me?”

”I wouldn’t know. We never kissed.”

”Did you ever fantasize about it?”

The look he sends her way is appropriately scandalized.

“No.”

“Don’t sound so shocked. Really? Never?”

“Never.”

“Oh.”

That bears contemplation. Vala is not used to being rejected like that. Men all over the galaxy trip over their feet to be with her. All the men except for Cameron Mitchell it appears, since he is too much in love with Carolyn Lam, it appears.

“Do you love her?”

“Yes.”

“Does she love you?”

”I thought so.”

“Do you want her back?”

“Yes.”

“Then fight for her.”

He thumps the steering wheel in frustration.

“You know her. She’s stubborn like Hell. Once she’s made up her mind, she doesn’t change it.”

“Have you seen her lately?”

“Not really. She didn’t even do my post- mission check- ups. Usually, even when we were fighting… But now, nothing.”

Vala likes to think that she knows Cameron fairly well by now, and she has seen him in a lot of moods, but this is new, this dejected hopelessness, as though there really is no way of getting Dr Lam to take him back, or come back to him.

“Do you think there is anything I can do?”

“You could let it rest.”

“So you can mope in solitude?”

“I am not moping. I am over her.”

“Oh sure you are.”

She snorts, a very un- Vala- like sound that makes him turn his head towards her. She gives him the evil eye; unfortunately she has given it to him too much because now he doesn’t even react, but simply sighs, turns back to the road and keeps driving.

“You do remember that you said that you still loved her.”

“Yes.”

“So how can you even try to get over her?”

”Because I was hoping to get you to shut up.”

“Did not work.”

”Obviously.”

“Okay. Next try. Corner her. Talk to her.”

“Every time she sees me even coming close, like miles away, she’s off to nowhere. Just vanishes. Tries to avoid me at all cost.”

“Pff.”

“Believe me, I’ve tried to find her, talk to her. But short of going to the General and demand that I can talk to his daughter, I don’t think there is anything I can do.”

“We could create a-“

“Nope. No ruse. That would start the conversation on the wrong foot and defeat the whole purpose, wouldn’t it?”

He is right, as much as it hurts Vala to admit. After all, he also knows Carolyn the best of all of them, probably better than her father. But she has seen Carolyn in the time since she broke up with Cameron, and if Cameron is moping, and he surely is, then so is Carolyn.

Both of them can give hush puppies runs for their money when it comes to looking downtrodden.

“You could be old- fashioned and write her a song, or a poem?”

“I suck at singing or poetry.”

“Letter?”

“Wrote her an email. Sent her a letter via mail.”

“Did she delete the email?”

“How would I know? I haven’t had any contact with her.”

“Not even a hello?”

“Nothing.”

“Ouch.”

Vala cannot see Carolyn’s reason, though. Cameron is nothing to be hidden. He is a Lieutenant Colonel in the US Air Force, he’s intelligent, educated, a good conversationalist, a charmer, very good- looking… He can be stubborn, and is very anal when it comes to his living quarters or work place, but those are minor factors and definitely no reasons to break up with him.

Unless he has not been honest with her…

“Are you lying to me?”

”No. I don’t lie. Well… I don’t lie very well.”

“Yeah, I’ve experienced it. You’re almost as bad as Daniel.”

No retort. Cameron keeps his eyes on the road, which is a good thing since the highway is crowded, but still… Normally, he would have a comeback ready for her.

“Did she have things at your place?”

“Yes, ‘course. We both do.”

“Did she ask for them back?”

“Not yet.”

”I bet she sleeps in your boxers.”

“That’s nothing new. She always does.”

She gives him a moment to let it sink in. His eyes widen for a second, then turn back to their gloomy blue.

“Nah. I don’t think so. And besides, how would we know?”

“You could call her.”

“I will NOT call her to ask her what she’s sleeping in. Besides, if she sees my number on the display, she’ll probably hang up anyways.”

“So we conceal the number.”

One of the first things that Vala mastered, because she had nothing else to do, and the alien technology in the SGC is not that alien to her, was the mobile phone. So it only takes her a moment to switch off the automatic sending of Cameron’s number, and before the other man can object, she’s calling Carolyn.

“VALA!”

Cameron is very pissed off right now, and if he didn’t have to navigate the heavy traffic, Vala is pretty sure she would either be road kill or at least sporting some kind of injury as evidence of his attempt to rip the phone out of her hands.

As it is, she’s squeezed herself against the passenger door, the phone in her right hand, as far away from Cameron as possible.

And the phone is ringing.

“Hello?”

Yes, she’s picked up.

“Dr Lam? This is Vala Mal Doran.”

“Vala. What a surprise. How are you?”

“I’m good, thank you. I just have a quick question for you.”

“Sure. Go on.”

Cameron looks like he would gladly smack either his or her head against the steering wheel.

“What are you wearing to bed?”

Stone silence. Cameron is actually hitting his head against the wheel now, a pained groan escaping his lips that Vala is sure has nothing to do with the bruise he will be sporting if he doesn’t stop anytime soon.

Carolyn is silent. Too silent.

“Did Cameron ask you to do that?”

“Oh no, he actually wanted me not to.”

“I don’t think that is any of your business. And Cameron should know very well by now what I am wearing in bed.”

“What I was wondering was if you are wearing his boxers that he left at your place?”

Dial tone.

Oops.

At least Cameron has stopped hitting his head on the steering wheel and is concentrating on driving. Or maybe he’s plotting a way of killing Vala and disposing of her body in the most inconspicuous of ways. His disgruntled expression could mean a lot of things, and Vala doubts that any of them are good for her.

“Now she will never talk to me again.”

The pain in his voice breaks her heart. A bit.

“I thought it would lighten her up a bit. She usually is quite the easy going person once you get to know her better.”

“Yeah, well. Don’t try anymore, please.”

His phone rings.

It’s Carolyn.

Oh boy. Now Cameron either wants to drive against the next tree out of fear, or he wants to start dancing. Happiness and apprehension fight for domination on his face.

After the fourth ring he settles for apprehension.

“Hello?... Yeah, I’m sorry… No, I can’t, I’m driving right now… I’m in Kansas… *lip bitting* Yeah, the reunion… Sorry ‘bout that… No, not really… Your father was right, yes… *thick swallow, followed by Cameron shifting to hold the phone between chin and shoulder to wipe his free hand over his face* We’re nearly at the airport… Round 10ish… Monday… No, I don’t… I just have to drop Vala off at the SGC- *lost look* No, Carolyn, it’s not like that, you know that… Oh for crying out- Don’t start like that, that’s not fair… Yeah… Okay… You, too… I love you.”

The last is said with such feeling that Vala feels as though she is intruding in a lovers’ quiet moment, and she looks out the window.

Click of a phone snapped shut, and a harsh intake of breath. A noise escapes Cameron as he tries to pretend to cough but it’s more like he is choking on a sob.

They are both quiet until they have arrived in the check- in hall.

“She heard about the bounty hunter from her father.”

“Was she worried?”

A nod. He starts chewing on his thumb.

“You want to talk?”

”More than I already had to?”

She grins, gives him a light shove. He grins back, though it is a bit pained.

“I’d rather not.”

And for once, Vala is okay with silence.

The One with the Birthday- Drabbles...

Wed, 16 May 2007 21:39:13 GMT

It was katiunverse's birthday a couple of weeks back, and I promised her drabbles...

And heeeeeeeeeeeeeere they are...

Title: Drabbles from around the Universe
Author: loozy
Disclaimer: I do not, and will not ever, own Stargate or Farscape. Unfortunately. Neither do I own Cameron Mitchell or Vala Mal Doran or the other members of SG-1. I own, though, episodes of SG-1. Haha. Also, not in my possession are John Crichton or ASeryn Sun. But I have pretty pictures of them. And episodes. If I was SciFi, Farscape would still air, and in SG-1, Ben Browder's character would have more to say. But then again, if Farscape was still airing, he would not be in SG-1.
Category: het
Rating: R
Pairing: Cameron/ Carolyn & Cameron/ Vala friendship & team for the SG-1 drabbles; John Crichton/ Aeryn Sun for Farscape;
Spoilers: s9- 10 for Stargate; everything for Farscape
Warnings: none
A/N: katiuniverse, sorry it took me so long to get them up... But you know, life was frelling busy... HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY, I HOPE YOU LIKE 'EM!!!
Feedback: I'd love to hear what you think of them...

Farscape first...

John calls their relationship a domestic one, and whenever he does, he is smiling his wide toothy smile. Aeryn always says it sounds boring, and John always answers that this is the point. Domestic relationships, at least the way they are defined on Earth, are all about normal life.

Changing the baby. Cooking. Laundry. Grocery shopping. Cleaning.

Aeryn just stares at him incredulously when he tells her about it, when he asks her to do the laundry while he changes the baby. She thinks he is joking. It takes her a moment to learn that he is not. It’s the moment when he takes the dirty clothes and puts them onto her arms, winks at her and then takes the baby to feed.

When he comes back fifteen minutes later, there’s a pile of dirty laundry lying on the floor, and Aeryn is working on her prowler.

Now, Aeryn is of the conviction that there is something sexy about a man doing chores. John disagrees, but she uses her look on him, and he quickly withdraws and rushes to wash the dirty clothes.

As a thank you, she cleans Winona for him.

That is her definition of a domestic relationship.

The man is all about the housework, and the woman is minding the weaponry.

Men!
Humans!
Human men!

Who ever gave them the right to speak? Or to speak to their women in such a disrespectful manner?

Surely, someone had to install some sense into them. Surely, there must be some human men around on Earth who have common sense. If not, then their mothers all have failed. But that would imply that John’s mother failed, and she hasn’t. Crichton is a fine human being. Granted, all the other human beings she got to know wanted a piece of her and the others, or were just plain scared of her, so she’s not really one to pass judgement, but Crichton is a good man.

He’s just insane.

And granted again, she already knew that, too.

So why is she still surprised whenever Crichton acts out, whenever his mouth acts without consulting his brain first.

QUIT PROMPTING ME, WOMAN?

How dare he talk to her like that!

She’s not archaic, or old- fashioned, but she is most definitely not a woman who is treated or spoken to like that. John of all people should know better.

She doesn’t care that they have great chemistry and could practically frell all the time when they have the chance. They don’t have the chance very often, but if they do… Talk about stamina. The human man might be inferior to the Sebeacean race, but John is not the typical human. Not that she didn’t know that before.

Thinking about the two of them in bed takes off some of her anger, but only a bit.

He still should know to respect her!

Where is he anyways?

A quick enquiry sends her to their quarters, and to seeing John and their son, Adam D’Argo Sun- Crichton, on their bed, napping.

All her anger flies out the window at the sweet picture the two most important people in her universe paint.

Some time ago she would’ve been disgusted at herself for feeling like this, so sentimental, so happy, at seeing this, the family of a lifetime, as Jool called them at the impromptu christening they held.

But she has changed, and she has embraced the change. She’s not the soldier anymore. She’s a fighter, yes, if the situation warrants it.

Most importantly, however, she is mother and wife.

And she loves it.

Even if her husband can drive her up Moya’s walls from time to time, she wouldn’t exchange him for the world, no matter how often she proclaims otherwise or wishes he would just go and suffer an untimely injury in the region where it hurts him the most. Whenever she entertains thoughts like that, though, she has to remind herself that she would suffer, too.

So she lets him be.

To be honest, she doesn’t mind it that much anyways.

While they were visiting on Earth, Olivia called John a ‘walking dictionary of pop culture references’. When Aeryn asked her about this particular saying, Olivia explained that all the inane stuff that Crichton usually sprouted and made absolutely no sense whatsoever to all those who weren’t from Earth, was exactly that: pop- culture references.

It didn’t help her understand what John was saying in any way, but it helped her understand him a bit more. The references were somehow his only connection to Earth, and she could see why he would refer to them all the time. It was funny, in a sad way.

After they had sealed off the wormhole to Earth, effectively cutting John off from his home planet and any chance he had of ever returning, he toned the references down, as though he didn’t want to be reminded of what he had given up.

There are still some days that he is quiet, that she finds him staring at the photo albums he took with him. When she kisses him then, he kisses back with silent sorrow. He’s a good kisser, is John, and it shows in that he can convey emotions by kissing. It’s in the movement of his lips against her own, his tongue curling in her mouth and his hands moving over her body that she can judge his mood without having to look or talk to him.

All she needs to is feel him, and when she can feel this melancholy in him, she knows that all he needs is to be touched, to be held and to be shown that he is loved.

Those are the days that they retire early, with their son, and just lie on the bed, singing the baby to sleep, talking softly amongst themselves.

Sometimes, after their son is sleeping in the crib Jool and Chiana built, they join their extended family in the galley.

Sometimes, the three of them just fall asleep in their bed.

Sometimes John proves that he is good at other things than kissing.

One trait that Aeryn hopes their son has not inherited, is his father’s cheekiness.

While adorable on occasion, it is more often than not that she wants to make John sleep in his old quarters or in the waste alcove.

It also makes her want to tell Pilot to turn the water cold when John is showering.
She loves John, she loves his perfections and flaws but his cheekiness drives her up Moya’s walls in ways she cannot explain, really.

It is just an intense feeling of annoyance, a quick flash that lingers long enough to make John lose his expression of glee rather quickly.

She stocks it up as another proof of her superiority.

In the end, though, it does not matter at all, Aeryn decides. There are things that annoy John about her, so this really is only a minor thing. Even if D’Argo or any of their future children are cheeky, it won’t make her love them any less.

She might have the urge to throw them out the airlock from time to time, but so far she has spent four years with John, Rygel and Chiana, and so far they are all still breathing.

After all, it was John who shower her that perfection isn’t everything.

Flaws are acceptable and part of being.

And Aeryn loves just being.

Being a mother.

Being a wife.

Being a friend.

There’s no better kind of being.

Now the Stargate SG-1 ones...

Cameron likes to support his head on his left hand with the fingers scratching behind his ear when Sam and Daniel explain something.

Sam suspects that it helps his brain; Daniel believes it keeps him awake by nerve stimulation. After all, isn’t the area behind the ear sensitive?

Teal’c just inclines his head and says that this topic is of no relevance to their next mission, DanielJackson, signalling his disapproval when Sam and Daniel start a discussion about Cameron’s habit while the Colonel is in General Landry’s office, talking about SG-5’s latest mission that left their leader out of commission. Or something like that, Sam didn’t really pay attention to be honest. She was too busy figuring out the reason for Cameron’s need to support his head.

She stands by her opinion, as does Daniel and they decide to wait until the next time Cameron does his head- hand- scratch- act to come to a final conclusion.

Vala, unnerved, takes the direct route, as usual, walks up to Cameron after the briefing and asks him when they are out of earshot. She won’t tell what he told her, though.

Most unfair, Daniel grumbles and Sam agrees.

Indeed, Teal’c says and raises his eyebrow in a mix of annoyance and amusement.

Laughter

Cameron isn’t one to laugh easily despite his laid back exterior. To make him laugh out loud is a near impossible task and SG-1 have been trying for three years now. Comedies during movie night bring out amused laughter and chuckles, but no downright actual laughter. They have even asked Carolyn Lam, but she only admits that she cannot find a place on Cameron where she can tickle him. This is not that much help though it gives Vala some ideas but she won’t tell Samantha, Daniel or Teal’c that. She cannot be sure, anyways, so she sides with SG-1 in their attempts to make Cameron actually laugh, preferably roar.

They fail.

Until.

Until one Sunday morning following a movie night where they opted to stay the night at Cameron’s because it had been too late, when Vala can’t take it anymore and decides to take action: she jumps up on Cameron and finds what Carolyn has been searching for ages- his ticklish spot.

Vala avoids the Carolyn- shaped form glued to Cameron’s side by being very athletic at 6am, sits across his legs facing the footboard, effectively trapping him and starts tickling.

Tickling his feet.

And Cameron startles awake rather impressively and starts laughing so hard he soon has tears running down his face and he’s holding his stomach as much as possible with Vala sitting on him and Carolyn leaning on his chest laughing right along with him and Vala.
The latter winks at Carolyn and moves off the bed and over to SG-1 standing in the doorway once Cameron has begged for mercy and yelled Uncle for about five minutes.

Mission accomplished.

How to make him laugh when his feet are inaccessible is something she leaves to the others to find out.

When he was a kid, his mother would always say that out of all her four children, Cameron was the one with the most imagination. His older sisters were the ones with the most recklessness and tendency to fall out or off the most random places, and his younger brother was the one who sought the most attention.

So while the twins fell off trees that they had climbed and his brother screamed his head off, Cameron was in his room or in the big garden behind his grandmother’s house or in the woods, and imagined he was a pilot, fighting aliens who were threatening to take control over earth.

Or he was winning the Superbowl when playing football with his friends. Or the Boston Marathon when running with his mom. Or he was designing the best fighter when putting together a scaled down model with his dad.

Years later, Cameron is fighting aliens, he won’t ever win the Superbowl, though he ran the Boston Marathon with his mom, and he was asked by Sam to assist her in the design of the newest generation of fighters, the F- 305.

He still likes to imagine things.

Like that he is a good baker.

Sam’s reaction to the macaroons destroys that particular imagination and Cameron’s a bit disillusioned. Maybe he has lost his imagination.

Then he comes home for his high school reunion, kisses Amy and gets a phone call by his mother as soon as he is back home in Colorado telling him that he is a fool with the most imagination imaginable if he thinks he can get back at Carolyn for breaking up with him by sharing spit with Amy.

And then she tells him to use aforementioned imagination to come up with a way to get Carolyn back.

Cameron takes his mom’s advice, as he always does, and lets his imagination run wild.
It’s what he does best after all.

Trust

Vala trusts all team members.

They trust her.

It might have taken some time for said trust to be established but by now she feels part of this group of people, and they feel like family.

Her and Cameron are the younger siblings, rambunctious and affectionate while the older ones look out for them; she might be older than Cameron, but has less experience with SG-1 what with her stint in the Ori- galaxy. Daniel, Sam and Teal’c know what is going on on missions, while she knows a lot more about actually living on other planets, so they mix perfectly. Sam and Daniel are all about the scientific aspects of missions, Teal’c is enough just by being there, she is the smart alick and Cameron is the student.

She loves their little family, their bond, the loyalty and above all she cherishes the trust.

Trust placed in her.

Trust she gives to her team mates.

When they come off the ramp, filthy or clean, healthy or hurt, anything in between or beyond, though preferably clean and healthy, she realizes again and again why SG-1 have made it this far.

It’s all because of trust.

Smart

It takes Daniel some time to figure out Cameron Mitchell’s brand of smartness.

He doesn’t doubt the other man is intelligent, but he hides it well behind the front of enthusiastic puppy.

Teal’c is warrior- smart.

Sam and himself are book- and scientist smart.

Vala is thief smart.

Mitchell?

He’s a pilot, but also an engineer.

He has an eidetic memory, but is inexperienced which sometimes makes him take foolish actions; but he’s also a quick learner and never seems to mind when they correct or overrule him. He knows his place, and only rarely pulls the I’m the leader of SG-1 thus you are under my command- card.

Mitchell’s smartness is put together by many layers and even though it does not seem so at a superficial first glance, Cameron is just as smart as they all are.

Daniel believes that it’s their combined smartness that will have the defeat the Ori eventually.

Emphasis on eventually because at the moment it seems as though they are fighting a losing battle.

Join

Cameron Mitchell reminds Teal’c of a young Jaffa when they spar together.

His discipline is lacking at times, but he has a warrior’s instincts and determination. And he gets better with every session.

Teal’c has hopes that at some point ColonelMitchell will master kel- no- reem.
Mitchell is stubborn and unwilling to let go, something that is of benefit to the Tau’ri but it could also be interpreted as disrespect towards the Elders among the Jaffa.

In the beginning, Mitchell’s constant requests to Teal’c about rejoining SG-1 is a source of amusement.

Teal’c is finished with SGC, he has his place now in the Jaffa Council. They are free of the G’ould and he knows he can be of help in forming a stable government.

Of course, when Daniel Jackson is in trouble and not on the way to the Pegasus Galaxy, Teal’s rushes to his aid and finds that he misses the rush experienced during missions.

This feeling of missing something is unfamiliar, but it makes it so much easier to return to SG-1 and go on more missions, or adventures as Mitchell calls them in the beginning until he, too, mellows in his enthusiasm and becomes more serious.

In a way, Mitchell is right. For him, the newcomer, the missions are adventures, and SG-1 is coming back together .

Teal’c finds himself slipping back into familiar routines.

He enjoys this life so much more than that of being merely a politician.

So it’s easier to accept when ColonelMitchell presents him with the new badge.

Teal’c feels whole again.

The One with Sexy Back

Wed, 07 Mar 2007 11:02:23 GMT

Title::Sexy Back
Author: loozy
Summary: Carolyn likes backs. She always has and she always will.
Category: het
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Cameron Mitchell, Carolyn Lam
Pairings: Cameron/ Carolyn
Word count: 1895 words
Warnings: nothing really...
A/N: Carolyn and Cameron just won't leave me alone... Already the plotbunnies are going crazy again... So there might be more... Thanks goes to peachy_penumbra for the beta and to katiuniverse for everything :D
Feedback: Pretty please... With a cherry on top...

I'm bringin' sexy back
Them other boys they don't know how to act
I think it's special... what's behind your back
So turn around and and I'll pick up the slack

(Justin Timberlake- Sexy Back)

Carolyn likes backs.

She always has and she always will.

There is just something about a man’s back that she finds sometimes more enticing than the front. Could be that while the back of a man can be pretty, the front isn’t necessarily. The face could be ugly, and then the front will be killed.

Yes, Carolyn sometimes is just that shallow. Who would have thought?

If she just wants to look at a man, with no strings involved, just the looking, then the front needs to be as pretty as the back.

Until three years ago, she didn’t have much luck with the pretty back- pretty face thing. Usually it was either or.

Never both.

And then, Cameron Mitchell happened.

Cameron Mitchell, who caught her eyes first with his own clear- water blue ones. As stupid as that sounds, it is admittedly true.

They’re expressive eyes, yet they also hide his true emotions. Often they sparkle with delight, joy, or excitement. They are the front that everybody gets to see, the eyes that make him look so enthusiastic. They have lost a bit of their sparkle since he started at SG-1-- he’s seen too much, experienced too much, lost too much. The burden weighs heavily on him, yet only a select few will ever be favoured with a look behind the façade, behind the blue eyes.

It’s not often that he lets that sparkle in his eyes, and Carolyn is glad that she usually is the one to make the blue light up and dance.

They are both scarred, they are both scared at times. It sounds sometimes so cliché that two co- workers find their way towards each other amid the chaos of their lives, but Carolyn likes to believe that she and Cameron would have fallen in love anyways, no matter where they met-- be it at a supermarket, at the movies, at a club, in prison.

Doesn’t matter.

They click, and it doesn’t have anything to do with their workplace. In fact, usually they don’t talk about work at all if they are outside the complex. One has to note, though, that with the tension concerning Orici activities rising, they haven’t left the mountain as often as they’d like to.

It’s these activities that have caused fine lines to carve themselves around Cameron’s eyes and on his forehead, crinkling and wrinkling whenever he frowns, cringes, or smiles.

She likes to think that it is around her that he smiles the most, and whenever she does the required post- mission check up and can see the resignation deepen in the SG- teams’ faces, she believes it.

It may sound corny, but if she can be his safe haven, his respite, she will be exactly that.

And it’s not like it’s a one- way street. He helps her, too, he relaxes her, distracts her from what she sees in the infirmary on a daily basis, in the wounds she has to treat. The couple of times she has to go off- world, it is always worse after; then she feels defeated and beat, hopeless and desolate, as though they will never be able to overcome the Ori, convinced that they won’t be able to stop them from overtaking the galaxy. Then she knows what Cameron and the others feel like whenever they lose another planet to the Ori, and she’s glad that she doesn’t have to experience those feelings on a regular basis.

How the others manage, she doesn’t know, and she doesn’t want to. It is enough that she sees what it does to Cameron.

She sees it in the way he hugs her tight, holds her close, burrows his face in her neck as though seeking refuge, kisses her with suppressed desperation after a bad mission, or is strung up so tight she sometimes fears he’ll explode from the tension in his body.

Whenever they are off base and it’s not a team movie night, they go back to her apartment, which is really theirs because most of his stuff has managed to find itself in her closet, the drawers, bookshelves and bathroom-- he is really keeping his just as a storage area. They close themselves off, don’t think of what is going on; they do domestic stuff like grocery shopping, laundry, cleaning the apartment, and then just snuggle up on the couch and relax.

It’s all about pretending to be a normal couple, read the paper or a book, listen to music, watch television, make love, fall asleep together.

She cherishes those moments, lives off them until the next time when it can be just them.

Sometimes they manage to spend some time together on base, as well. It’s not against regulations that they date, but they have been warned by her father, the General, that they are to keep it professional while working. As long as they don’t mix their lives up, people don’t care too much if she can be found in Cameron’s quarters. They are much more comfortable than hers.

Now she has just finished her shift, and is on her way down to level 24, where the private quarters of SG- 1 can be found, relieved that another stressful day is over. SG’s 8, 15 and 21 had been attacked on their missions and had returned with at least three of each team wounded, some of them critically, and she had had her hands full.

And it wasn’t only that. SG- 1 had been out on a mission, too, and had failed to make two of their scheduled check- ins.

She had been having dinner with her father, when Walter had called the General to the gate room. SG- 1 was returning from their mission.

One minute later, a med team was called in, too. That was never a good sign, and after what had already happened today, she was more than apprehensive, understandably. It just wasn’t SGC’s day.

All five of them had had to report to the infirmary, Vala and Cameron unconscious and bleeding, Sam leaving a dark red trail from a gash heavily leaking from her left leg, Jackson holding his left arm close to his body and Teal’c wiping blood from two deep lacerations on his forehead.

While treating them, neither her nor the nurses were particular caring, berating them for their carelessness, their stupidity and why did SG- 1 always have to get into trouble?

Later, she had apologized to them when they had been gathered around Cameron’s bed, and told them what had happened to the other teams. All of them had accepted her apologies.

All of them, except Cameron, because he hadn’t regained consciousness until two hours later.

Now he is hopefully resting, like she told him to, and with the mood she is in, she will give him a piece of her mind for not heeding her orders.

To her surprise, when she enters, he is in bed, lying on his stomach, sheets pulled up so that all she can see is the back of his head, sound asleep. She quickly undresses and changes into a pair of boxers and a tank top, brushes her teeth, washes her face, and then slips into bed beside him. She’s not tired yet, and intends to finish the chapter she started last night.

As though he senses her movements, he moves closer to her, still sleeping, until his head rests by her hip. It’s an unconscious motion by now when she reaches over and gently starts massaging his head, fingers combing through the short strands of hair, stroking his left cheek and what she can touch of his forehead, kneading the tense muscles in his nape.

Some of the tension that has remained with him even in sleep leaves his body now, and he makes a soft noise that would probably sound like a purr if his mouth wasn’t mashed into the pillow.

Her hand moves lower, to his back, one of her favourite parts of his body. She loves his back, the strong planes of it, the sharp wings of his shoulders, the graceful arch of his spine, the firm muscles, and the soft skin.

She can feel the alloy inserted into his spine, put in there to make up for the two destroyed disks they had to remove, and the shattered tailbone. She can feel the shift of muscles underneath his skin when he moves closer to her.

His back is a map to her.

She likes to imagine that she can see rivers, landscapes, mountains. The triangles formed by his shoulder blades are the Alps and the dip of his spine is the Charles River. She loves to trace the shape of it either with her lips or her fingers.

A shift, his shoulder blades shifting, and a snort that signals that he’s waking up. Carolyn wonders for a brief moment if anyone has ever told him about the snort. It is a bit on the cute side, as it sounds a bit more like a soft sucking noise; to preserve Cameron’s manliness, though, she calls it snort. On the other hand, however, she hasn’t actually told him about the snort yet, so she might just as well call it ‘soft sucking noise’. But snort is shorter, so she’ll stick with that.

“Hey.”
“Good morning, sunshine.”
“Very funny.”
“How you feeling?”
“Rotten. Wanna go back to sleep.”
“Then do. No- one’s stopping you.”

Grumble.
Mumble.

“You sleep, too.”

When Cameron is sleepy, he is a bit like a small stubborn child. Probably a result from being the youngest of three. Always tries to get what he wants.

“Just let me finish that chapter.”
“Light’s bright.”
“Otherwise I won’t be able to read.”
“Switch off.”

Cameron also doesn’t speak in complete sentences. He’s as monosyllabic as possible. She doesn’t cave, though. He’s not a little child, and as stubborn as he is, she can be just as well. When it comes to confrontation, she knows what buttons to push to get her will; she’s her father’s daughter after all.

“No can do. I want to finish the chapter, and you’ll just have to deal with that.”
“Am hurt.”
“Please, Cameron.”

If his eyes were open, he would see her using her doleful look, but as they are closed, she’s using her voice to convey that he won’t get his wish at least for the minutes she needs to finish the chapter.

“’k.”

Very childish grumble, and he tries to turn around to demonstrate his unhappiness with her decision; fails because he’s too stiff.

“Evil woman.”
“Love you, too.”
“Me, too.”

With that, he burrows his face deeper into the mattress, his left arm slipping to hug her waist, then some more shifting on his part to find a more comfortable position, and he’s out again if the soft snores are any indication.

She returns to her ministrations of softly massaging, scratching, attempting to providing comfort.

Involuntarily, her hands move to his back.

Done with the chapter, she flicks off the light, and gives him a kiss on his back before settling in for the night.

Yeah, Carolyn Lam has a thing for backs.

And she especially has a thing for Cameron Mitchell’s back.

The One with A good Excuse to miss Valentine's Day

Sun, 18 Feb 2007 22:13:12 GMT

Title:: A good Excuse to miss Valentine's Day
Author: loozy
Summary: Fourth, today is Valentine’s Day and he is off-world and from the looks of it he won’t be back until the 15th, and where is the fun in taking out your girl for a fancy Valentine’s Day dinner when it’s not Valentine’s Day any more? There is no fun,and though Cameron knows he's lucky to be in love with someone who knows where he works, and he's pretty sure that he will be forgiven, it doesn't make the whole thing any easier.
Category: het
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Cameron Mitchell, Carolyn Lam, Samantha Carter, Daniel Jackson, Vala Mal Doran, Teal'c
Pairings: Cameron/ Carolyn, Daniel/ Vala, Sam/ Jack
Word count: 2095 words
Warnings: not really, though there is a bit of violence, though nothing specific, more implied
A/N: My first SG- 1 fic... I'm very nervous about posting it... Thanks goes to my two betas, katiuniverse and peachy_penumbra who helped me with the characters and the grammar... Cheers to both of you *loads of hugs*
Feedback: Appreciate all kinds of feedback... I'm a sucker for it, really... But please, leave a comment...

"But in the end the love between the Princess and the boy was undeniable and true. And, over time that love would see them through anything. Magical things happened to them, things they couldn’t explain, much like love its self. And, like most fairy tales the Princess and the boy lived happily ever after... at least I hope they do."
*One Tree Hill, 3x21*

When Cameron was 7, he watched Star Wars for the first time. He loved the concept of going out to the stars to discover other galaxies, meet other species. Star Trek he could never really warm up to, but Star Wars he loved.

When his mother was out with her girlfriends, he and his father would sit down and watch the old episodes, while his father explained all about flying to him. On the weekends, he would take Cameron to the hangar of the military base where he worked, and with the help of old planes that were used to demonstrate to young pilots how to fly manoeuvres, Cameron's mother, who was an engineer, would show her son the inner life of planes.

Cameron soaked it all up, and when it came to deciding where to go to college, he picked one where he could study mechanical engineering. He already knew that he wanted to join the Air Force and become a pilot, but he had too much of his mother in him to not want to know how things worked.

After getting his diploma in Mechanical Aerial Engineering, he signed up with the Air Force, and to this day he hasn’t regretted it. No matter how hard it was at times, or how depressing, and despite the fact that sometimes he had to go months without getting laid *well, until he came to SGC*, and that the Iraqis and Afghanis didn’t like them as much as they had hoped, he loved flying, and he loved his job--still does, in fact.

Now, things are vastly different from before.

First of all, he gets laid on a regular basis.

Second, he doesn’t say get laid anymore. It’s more, and he is man enough to admit that he is completely smitten and in love and would do anything for his girl to make her happy.

Third, after two years of commanding SG-1, he has the feeling that he is slowly gaining their respect, and that they’ve realized that he is more than the happy- go- lucky- guy that he uses as a front. There is more to Cameron Mitchell than meets the eye, and while he has concealed that side of himself as some kind of self- protection, he now lets his guard down every once in a while.

What’s even harsher is the fact that Vala has apparently caught onto Valentine’s Day and has spent the whole trip making goo- goo eyes at an oblivious Jackson, and Sam and Cameron are so frustrated about the fact that Valentine’s Day is a bust that they are close to sending the two of them back through the ‘gate so that they can get it out of their system. Because that whole unresolved sexual tension might be all fine and dandy when you can do something about it, but they can’t and the fact that two of their team members can…

Apparently he has also started to ramble in his mind now, and he already knows who he can blame for that tendency…

As though Jackson wasn’t annoying him enough today already…

Fourth, today is Valentine’s Day and he is off-world and from the looks of it he won’t be back until the 15th, and where is the fun in taking out your girl for a fancy Valentine’s Day dinner when it’s not Valentine’s Day any more? There is no fun,and though Cameron knows he's lucky to be in love with someone who knows where he works, and he's pretty sure that he will be forgiven, it doesn't make the whole thing any easier.

Fifth, venturing out through the event horizon and getting to know different cultures can be satisfying on a purely intellectual level…

Sixth, fighting the Orici and Priors is the most frustrating things Cameron has ever attempted, and even though it feels as though they are fighting a losing battle most of the time, he is too much of a bloodhound to let go… Their universe, their galaxy, their very existence is threatened, and there is no way that he will let the looming devastation happen while he is still alive and breathing and able to fight.

Seventh, the next time they have a movie night, they won’t watch a cheesy love movie with a catchy soundtrack because he can’t get the instrumental music from Love Actually out of his head. To have three women with a large knowledge of movies among their group can be deadly in situations like this. Yet, Cameron won’t ever admit that he likes Love Actually; if he ever did, he would never hear the end of it from Teal’c and Jackson, while the women would probably do some weird female thing that he has given up on trying to figure out. The four women in his life are way too confusing.

Eighth, he is bored to tears, literally, because the sand blowing around and about them is making his eyes tear up, and he can’t see a thing no matter how much he squints, and he has been standing here for close to two hours, nothing has happened, and if he were Jackson, he would be inside where he could see and have something to do, and he should stop using ‘and’ in his rambling.
He should also cease rambling at all.

Ninth, tea is much better than coffee.

Tenth, people have finally stopped referring back to General O’Neill’s time as SG-1- leader.

Ten points are quite a nice number, so he stops at 10 and turns towards Teal’c who is guarding the entry with him. Sam and Jackson are inside doing their brain- thing, Vala is inside with them for whatever reason, and there is a shadow moving towards them at alarming speed.

Teal’c has seen the form, too, and they move back inside the building. Cameron quietly informs the three of the possible intrusion, then he sneaks a peek back outside.

More than one shadow. Several, in fact.

He releases the safety of his gun and waits, Teal’c mirroring his actions.

Nothing sweetens your day more than a nice shoot- out when you are in the minority and running out of ammunition. Add to that a surrender and imprisonment, throw in a beating, and it couldn’t be a better day.
No, Cameron doesn’t feel bitter or sarcastic at all.

It gets a bit hazy after the shooting and beating, but somehow he and Teal’c were rescued by the other three, and Cameron is as always quite happy that the brainiacs of the crew can not only be brilliant, but also handle themselves with guns. Vala counts, too, as she is intelligent and good with weapons.

But that’s not the point.

And actually, Cameron can’t really make a point because he is too out of it to really get what is going on around him. He can feel Jackson hauling him along for the ride, and possibly also Sam, or it might be Vala. They are all quite close as they make their escape, and he can hear all of their voices around him, even Teal’c. Big guy sounds much more together than Cameron at the moment.
Zats are zizzing all around him, combined with shooting from the Ghould’s staffs, and their own guns, and then there’s a stinging sensation in his left hip. He stumbles, there’s pain in his right leg all of a sudden, he’s going down-

“This is not at all how I pictured us spending Valentine’s Day.”

Cam would like to understand what that means, but the pain radiating from his hip down towards his ankle is too much to take and he hisses, his breath coming out in short uneven puffs. There’s a roar in his ears that rises in intensity the shorter his breaths become. Through the hazy mist he knows much too well by now he can hear sharp commands issued by a voice he knows very well, and he’d like so much to say something sweet and romantic, but there’s this matter of oxygen depriva-

“He is allergic to roses, did you know that?”
“Isn’t it usually the man who gives the woman roses on Valentine’s Day?”
“Yeah, of course, but he can’t even buy those. Told me so before you left, just so that I wouldn’t be disappointed to not find roses somewhere on the base, like in my office or his quarters.”
“What did you find?”
“What makes you think that I found anything?”
“It’s Cameron.”
“Right… A bouquet of lilies; they’re my favourites. And chocolate. I love him, but he’s an evil man.”

Soft laughter. He would like to comment but his tongue feels as though it weighs a ton, and besides, sleep is so much more tempting.

“How is he doing, Carolyn?”
“Better. His fever has sunk, and the infection is almost gone. He should be lucid in a day.”
“How long will he have to stay here?”
“Couple more days. I don’t want to release him too early. And even after that, bed rest for at least a week. That shot in his left side wreaked havoc with his internal organs. Crutches for at least two weeks.”

It’s a sign that he feels better when he manages to groan from beneath the oxygen mask and to pry his eyes open so that he can squint at Carolyn and Sam, noting the twin expressions of relief before he succumbs once again to sleep.

“Cam?”

Turning his head towards the speaker’s voice costs effort. Prying his eyes open is out of the question.

“Sam?”

Wow, is that really his voice? Sounds like sandpaper, only rougher.

“How you feeling?”
“Like… crap… Car’lyn?”
“I’ll get her. Just try and stay awake, okay?”

Retreating footsteps. He can hear machines beeping around him, and takes a quick guess that a couple of them are hooked up to him.

Returning footsteps. He makes an effort to open his eyes, and to his surprise even manages to.

“Cameron?”
“Hey… a… Happy Valentine’s Day.”

He tries out his lopsided grin but finds that it takes too much muscle coordination and concentration, so settles for a light twinkle. Carolyn’s face hovering over his is the definition of relief and also a bit of amusement.

“Well, you’re a bit late.”

A quick look around and she leans forward, throwing decorum to the side for a change, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

“Valentine’s Day was last week.”
“Oops.”

That’s all that he can say. His eyes feel like drooping again and he knows that he won’t be able to resist sleep’s pull for any longer.

“Cam, try and stay with me for a couple more minutes. I need to check you over, then you can go back to sleep.”
“Tired.”

Boy, he sounds like a petulant child. Does he care? Nope, not right now. He just wants to sleep. But for Carolyn, he’ll try, if only to make up for her missing Valentine’s Day because of him.

As soon as he can, he is asleep again.

The next time Cameron awakes, he can actually stay awake long enough to hold a semi- coherent conversation with the person by his bed, though he doesn’t remember the person when he wakes up after that and Carolyn tells him that he might have stayed awake longer than before but still managed to fall asleep mid- sentence.

Inspired by this, he decides that another round of sleep is in order.

Then it gets better.

The more often he is awake, the longer he remains conscious.

The pain lessens, the coherence returns, and the doses of painkillers subside with each day.

After one more week in the infirmary, Carolyn lets him out of her sight long enough for him to wander around the complex. It’s not as if he could escape her anyways, what with him being on crutches and thus not the quickest or stealthiest person in the universe. Or this galaxy. A pity, really, because he just loves to sneak up to Carolyn from behind and give her a good scare.

It might be evil, but hey, she loves to poke and prod him in the not- fun way, so this is his way of taking revenge. It’s less painful, too, and should demonstrate the consideration he has for her.

After two weeks, he takes Carolyn out. Or rather, she takes him out, seeing as they have to take her car because he still can’t drive. But he’s paying, so in the end, he’s taking her out, and really, none of them pay much attention to such petty details.

It doesn’t matter.

They have their Valentine’s Day- dinner.

They might be late, but who cares?

They certainly don’t.

The One where I do a picspam... which is SO NOT dial- up friendly

Fri, 16 Feb 2007 23:16:32 GMT

While on the phone to honest_about_me *squeedancehugs*, which was lovely and brilliant and I miss her so much and can't wait to see her again!, I decided to do a picspam of Ben Browder...

Partially it is to thank katiuniverse for all that she has done for me regarding BB, Farscape and SG-1, and also because she's sick and feels rotten, so here's hoping that this will help cheer her up a wee bit; it's for honest_about_me so that she sees one of the reasons my long lost Muse has woken up again; and also for laura_m2835 who agreed to beta my first Farscape- fic... It's also a picspam for all the rest of my Flist who are interested...

He looks best when shaved because with a beard he looks ridiculous... Seriously... I never thought that a beard could look worse on a person, but with him, it does... So, anyways...

Ben...

He's 6'1... Just on a side note...

He looks good in dark clothes...

He has a wife, Francesca, and two kids... His wife appeared in Farscape a couple of times, usually as an evil person who beat Browder's character up or was behind a beating he took... Best known as Scarren War Minister Akhna...

He can be quite silly... And also has a wicked sense of humour... At the Farscape Con '06 he appeared in the bunny costume him and Wayne Pygram wore in the last Farscape- ep of s4 *snicker*

As a name for baby Sun- Crichton, he suggested Mungo... It was picked up, but someone apparently made a shirt for him and he paraded it around *the name of baby Sun- Crichton needs to be changed, I think...*

The chemistry he has with Farscape and Stargate- co- star Claudia Black is unreal... They blow up the screen when they appear together... I've seldomly seen such a strong chemistry between actors... They bounce off each other perfectly, and are just soooo pretty and hot together... In 2004 they did a panel at the Burbank Farscape Convention... It's hilarious... Absolutely hilarious... More about that later...

People say that Ben and Michael Shanks look alike... Personally, I don't see it, but hey, whatever floats your boat... :D

In 1999, Farscape's S1 aired, and it was a surprise... As far as sci- fic shows go, Farscape is different, special, and brilliant... It required a lot of attention to understand the interweaving plotlines, but one doesn't mind because this is a tv show of the highest imaginable quality... I remember that I was intrigued when seeing the show announced in our German tv magazine, but because it aired at an unfortunate time, I was never allowed to watch it... Plus, even if I had been allowed, my parents wouldn't have approved of it because they are not much for sci- fi...
Anywho, now that I've discovered the brilliance of Farscape, I can honestly say that my telly- series- horizon has been brightened...

For those who don't know, Farscape's intro in s4 is probably the best way to give a short overview... Otherwise I would be sitting here for ages trying to come up with an appropriate summary...

"My name is John Crichton... an astronaut... Three years ago I got shot through a wormhole... I’m in a distant part of the universe aboard this living ship of escaped prisoners… my friends... I’ve made enemies… powerful... dangerous... Now all I want is to find a way home to warn Earth... Look upward... and share the wonders that I’ve seen..."

And let's start off the Farscape- spam with a few caps from Behind the Scenes of the Farscape- mini series, Peacekeeper Wars which was demanded by the fans after the show's cancellation in 2002 so that they could have closure and that the show had the chance to finish the story they had begun...

One thing that I like about Ben is that he's not the kind of person who goes out all styled up, every hair in place... Makes him a bit more human and down to earth... Kinda... Given that I don't know the guy, I'm just drawing random conclusions here...

A very good thing about Farscape is the fact that John Crichton is wearing a lot of leather... Also a very good thing is that Ben looks delicious in leather... More to come later...

HE CAN'T HAVE THAT GUN! THAT'S MY GUN!! *snicker*

Crichton doesn't often has reason to smile... And even this smile here is a bit insane...

Crichton in leather, as mentioned before, is a sight to behold... The first ep he appeared in leather was in 118, A Bug's Life, posing as a Peacekeeper... What spiced the whole mix up, was the fact that Browder spoke with a British accent... Now, I have a thing for men with blue eyes who wear leather well... Men with blue eyes who wear leather well and speak with quite the good accent? Mop me off the floor, I'm drooling so much...

After this episode, Crichton stuck to the leather, never took it off again, and the female audience was very happy, as was Claudia Black... At least that's what she said in the aforementioned panel... :D

BEST SHOT EVER!!!

Random cap of Crichton with his glasses, posted mainly because it just looks soooo cool :D

Highly amusing anecdote that Browder told during the infamous panel... Black mentioned that she didn't have a honeymoon due to the filming of Peacekeeper Wars, and that naturally, I spent all my time kissing Ben on set... My husband was real happy about that... Browder then tells that the first time that he met her future husband he arrived on scene when we were sitting in a boat... [...] And I'm just snogging his wife... The scene he mentions is a sweet and bitter sweet scene at the end of s4 in the last episode, Bad Timing which was to be the last episode of the series EVER, and left the audience with quite the evil cliffhanger...
In this scene, Aeryn and John are sitting in a boat... Now, the thing is, in this scene, Aeryn tells Crichton that she is pregnant with his child, and he proposes to her... I wonder why the future husband of CB thought that this sucked... This really sucked *grins*

WE'RE GONNA HAVE A BABY! YEAH! FRELL YOU! WE'RE GONNA HAVE A BABYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!

Giving in to the demands of the fans, Sci- Fi allowed for a mini- series to be filmed in 2003, the conclusion to the series, Peacekeeper Wars, the explosive, emotional, brilliant finale of one of the most influential sci- fi series ever...

Giving birth to their son amidst absolute chaos...

After the destruction of the wormhole- weapon that Crichton, who holds the formula to build wormholes and reign over the stars, initiated to force peace between the warring Scarrans and Peacekeepers...

Crichtons don't cry... For very long... Or very often...

This is your playground...

I wish there was more Farscape *whimper*... Maybe now that Stargate SG- 1 has been cancelled... Wishful thinking, but hey, a girl can dream...

Okay, so here's the deal... I'm a shallow girl... If I watch a series, I need some eye candy, something to drool over... I'm not picky if it's boy or girl, but in a series, there has to be some appeal aside from an interesting plot... For 10 years I boykotted Stargate SG- 1 for two reasons:
- Loved the movie and in my deranged mind back then that was reason enough to hate the series...
- Richard Dean Anderson... Never liked him and won't ever...
So, SG- 1 was this thing that was always on the telly, never went away, and I always resisted... Mainly because there was nothing pretty to look at... Until S9... Damn you, Ben Browder, for looking good... Seriously...

In S9, Lt Col Cameron Mitchell arrived to join SG- 1, only to be told that he was to take command over the team and that the original team, the reason why he had wanted to become part of SGC, had broken up and was done with SG- 1... It took the persistence of a true fanboy, because Mitchell was nothing else in the beginning, to get the band back together...

Hmm... Dress blues... Combine that with Browder's stunning blue eyes... *sigh*

Oh, and look who joined the cast, too??? Claudia Black! Yay! Actually, she had already appeared in S8 and returned with her brilliant character Vala Mal Doran for the first couple of episodes in S9... And the chemistry between them flared again, though in the face of the chemistry that Black had with Michael Shanks, it was a bit toned down, but nonetheless enjoyable, because they just work brilliantly together...

Black stayed on for a couple more episode before she left, only to return at the end of S9... Browder in the mean time did some nice acting, as much as SG- 1 allows, because compared to Farscape it doesn't really demand that much acting, and looked drool- icious in BDUs... I got a thing for men in them, anyways, Enrique for example in 2x18, Gung Ho sends me into spontaneous drool attacks, and Browder just... *trails off into incoherence...*

The Powers that Be has a really nice opening scene with Vala and Mitchell...

Teal'c, Jackson and Mitchell...

I wouldn't be me, if I wasn't shipping my favourite character with someone, and it's not Vala... Because admittedly, Vala belongs to Jackson :D
Slashing Cameron is out, too, because nothing whatsoever even gives the slightest hint towards it... Nope, can't see it... The lucky character I chose is Dr Carolyn Lam, the daughter of General Hank Landry, played by Michael Shanks' wife, Alexa Doig... Heh...

Browder likes to do his own stunts, and for this one he continuously threw himself against a wall... No wonder he looks a bit out of it... And also note that Carolyn is with him *giggle*

Nice view... *drool*

The Band... IN LEATHER!!!

Call me violent, but this photo is kinda cool...

Oh, the BDUs...

In 9x19, Black returned... Vala was stuck in Daniel's body, so one of the first trips she makes is to the locker room to admire Mitchell from behind while he is shaving, grinning and whistling... Michael Shanks' grin at the sight of Browder in a towl with shaving cream on is... Funny to say the least :D

I'm brining sexy back...

Jackson, is everything alright?

Why wouldn't everything be alright if you had that in front of you? :D

Okay, Shanks is very female at times...

In S10, CB joined the cast a series regular... I read somewhere that they authors apparently not to put BB and CB together too much because otherwise they give off too much chemistry... But given that they have plenty of scenes together, I am kinda doubting this statement... Yet, the chemistry can't be denied... It just comes naturally with these two...

Again, Cameron in BDUs... Can't get enough of it...

And once more, in black this time...

In 1015, Bounty, Cameron takes Vala with him to his high school reunion, while SG- 1 is collectively hunted by bounty hunters...

Men in suits, another kink of mine...

Thank you for travelling with loozy Airlines... Feel free to fly again with us for the next picspam... I hope you had a pleasant time...

Off to bed now... Gotta get up at 6.45am tomorrow, spin is at 8am and we have two 15min head pieces to do tomorrow... Meaning that I'll get to row for 20k in the first spin, and prolly another 10k in the second spin at 11am... Yay...

eternal sunshine of the obsessed mind...

The One with Heart to Heart

The One with the Birthday- Drabbles...

The One with Sexy Back

The One with A good Excuse to miss Valentine's Day

The One where I do a picspam... *which is SO NOT dial- up friendly*

The One where I do a picspam... which is SO NOT dial- up friendly