Title: Seems Like Home
Fandom: SG-1/SGA crossover
Pairing/Prompt: Laura Cadman/Cameron Mitchell – She wasn't technically in his chain of command
Rating: PG-13 for some sexy situations and language
He's at a bar in Colorado Springs when he first spots a lithe red-head bending over the pool table, easily finishing off the men around her and taking their money one by one. Cameron drinks his beer and tries to forget about the crappy mission to P41-X50 as he watches loser after loser try and take her on before walking away in defeat. He buys another round and walks over to the pool table when the last idiot finally gives up. With a smile he hands her a $20 bill.
"What's this for?"
"I thought I'd save you the time and energy."
The red-head pockets the money and smiles. She likes him, he can tell. "You don't want to exchange small talk and try and get in my pants while I wipe the table with you?"
"I'd rather buy you a drink and exchange small talk. If I'm very lucky, you'll be the one trying to get into my pants," Cameron answers with an easy, aw-shucks sort of smile.
She smiles again. So does Cameron. "I'm Laura."
"Buy a girl a drink, Cameron?"
They start at the bar, Cameron still drinking beer and Laura drinking 7&7's. An hour later and they're in a booth, both drinking tequila, although neither one can remember who suggested it. Another hour and they're on the dance floor, drinks completely forgotten.
Somewhere between Sweet Home Alabama and Thriller, Heart's Alone comes on the jukebox and Laura leans her head against Cameron's shoulder, slipping her arms around his waist. He sighs and holds her tighter, his body remembering what it's like to feel another body pressed tight, to want more than just a quick fuck to burn off energy. To want everything.
Laura looks up at him and in that moment he knows she feels it to.
"Take me home," she whispers, standing on tiptoes to brush his cheek with her lips.
He doesn't need to be told twice.
In the morning, he turns over and runs his hand down Laura's naked back, fingers tracing the lines of her spine. He notices a tattoo he was too busy to see the night before.
"How come you have the Marine Corps emblem on your hip?"
Laura stretches under his touch like a contented cat, turning to look at him, her head pillowed on her arms. "Because I'm in the Marine Corps."
Oh, no, no, no, no, no…
He asks, because he has to ask, even though he already knows the answer. "Where are you stationed?"
Laura frowns and starts to pull away, knowing this was too good to be true. "Cheyenne Mountain." Cam closes his eyes and utters a curse. "Oh, don't tell me…"
"Lieutenant Colonel Cameron Mitchell, United States Air Force, at your service."
"Only to my friends," Mitchell says wryly before turning over and easing out of bed. It takes him a few minutes to find his pants. "How screwed are we?"
"Not as screwed as we might've been, but still pretty screwed." She pulls on a robe, the bed with all its incriminating mussed sheets and pillows standing between them. "Lieutenant Laura Cadman," she answers, tightening the belt of her robe and knotting it twice. "There's no chance you're actually assigned to NORAD, is there?"
"Two for two," Cadman mumbles. "Third one's the charm – SGC?"
Cameron tucks his shirt into his pants. "Give the lady a prize."
They both roll their eyes, and because there's nothing else to do, they start to laugh.
"I'm here on TAD," Cadman says later as she makes coffee for them both. "I'm headed for Atlantis."
That made it marginally better, and worse, Cameron thought. She wasn't technically in his chain of command. He takes a sip of coffee, amazed to find it's exactly the way he likes it. "When do you deploy?"
"Two weeks. Then a year long tour in Pegasus."
"That's a long time," Cameron says slowly, easily picturing the way her body looked under his, the way she felt as she gasped in pleasure, her nails raking down his back. One look at Laura's face and he knows she's thinking the same thing.
"Tell me about it."
He pushes away from the table; she walks across the room. They spend the rest of the day in bed and every night after that together.
Two weeks later and Cadman is on the Daedalus, bound for the Pegasus Galaxy.
Cameron goes back to the bar.
"SG-1 is coming here?"
"Yep," Lorne answers, handing Cadman a fresh magazine. "Should arrive on the Daedalus next week. Dr. Jackson thinks there's some sort of information that might help them with the Ori in our database. And the rest of the team is going to try and disable the Ori super gate by… I don't know, blowing it up or something, Sheppard was fuzzy on the details. Anyway, they're coming here."
Laura raises the gun, sighting her target easily. She fires off the first few shots, missing the center mass completely. "They're coming here," she repeats again, taking a deep breath, desperately trying not to picture Cameron's body and the way she memorized every scar, first with her fingers then with her mouth…
"In the flesh."
She jumps guiltily. "What?"
"SG-1," Lorne says slowly, giving Laura a cautious look. "Here, in the flesh," he repeats. "It's going to be like the second-coming. I heard Colonel Carter is the only one who can ever get McKay to shut up."
"That's… uh, that's gonna be something to see."
She fires off the rest of her clip, half-heartedly aiming, her mind a few million light years away, back in her apartment in Colorado Springs during the best two weeks of her life.
"You okay," Lorne asks as they strip their weapons and clear the targets. "You seem distracted today."
"Just have a lot on my mind. Colonel Sheppard wants me to re-up for another year on Atlantis."
Lorne whistles in appreciation, giving her an honest smile. "He thinks you've got potential. You’re already on the fast-track to make Captain. You stick around this place and get enough combat experience and you could be looking at some shiny stars on your shoulders."
"Yeah, if I manage to live that long," Cadman mutters. "So far I've had my consciousness put into McKay's body and almost died, I've nearly been blown up by a Goa'uld secret agent, and was this close to being eaten by a Wraith… odds like that aren't in my favor. I might as well be wearing a red shirt."
Lorne stops, waiting for her to turn around before giving her a knowing look. "What's really bothering you?"
Laura rolls her eyes, waits all of three seconds, and then spills her guts. "I'm not one of those girls, okay? My happiness and self worth do not depend on whether or not I have a boyfriend. I don't make decisions based on what some man might want me to do – I want to be very clear on that."
"It's been months," Cadman admits weakly. "And I can't get him out of my head. We had two weeks together, that's it, and I don't know if I'm just idealizing it or if it really was that good. And every time I try to make a decision about another tour on Atlantis, I see his face and…" she trails off, realization slowly dawning that she's said way to much to her superior officer. "… and I should just shut up now."
To his credit, Lorne just smiles sympathetically and pats her on the shoulder. "You're not the only one who left someone behind. I wish I had some words of wisdom to give you, but I've got nothing. Except, chances are, if you're thinking about him this much, he's probably doing the same."
"You think so?"
"One thing I know for sure, Cadman, you're an unforgettable woman."
Cameron tells himself he's not looking for Laura – he's just getting to know the city. Alone. At night.
They stopped the Ori super-gate and took out a Wraith ship, he tells himself. He deserves a little reward. Even if it's only getting a glimpse of her. He's been living off memories for months now, remembering the way she smelled, the way she tasted, the way she smiled at all his stupid jokes and always kicked his ass playing pool.
One lap around the city and then two and he still hasn't found her. He trudges back to his assigned quarters, muttering to himself. He turns the corner and Cadman is waiting for him, leaning oh-so-casually against his door.
"Where've you been?"
He grins sheepishly and shuffles his feet, all the bravado and confidence he'd been planning on completely gone now. "Went looking for you. Got lost a couple of times."
She smiles; he smiles. Three steps are all it takes to bring their bodies together, their lips meeting in a bruising, desperate kiss. Cameron pushes her back into the wall, heedless of who might walk by. She's not in his chain of command now, technically or otherwise, and he needs this like oxygen. He hasn't been able to breathe right for months and the way Laura kisses him back Cameron knows she hasn't been able to either.
Cadman pulls back, running her hands through his hair, reassuring herself it isn't all a dream. And when she realizes Cameron is here, that he wants her as much as she wants him, there's no question what her choice is. She reaches down and pulls a $20 out of her pocket. "Thought I'd save you the time and energy."
Mitchell grins and kisses her again. "Told you you'd be the one trying to get into my pants."