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06 September 2014 @ 09:08 pm
Fic: Committee [SG-1, Teen & Up]  
I wrote this ficlet about Cam about a year and a half ago for some (forgotten) prompt at taming the muse. I wasn't 100% happy with it, so I held it for editing and then, apparently, forgot about it. I went along while hubby and stepson were playing Settlers of Cataan with some Con friends, and I brought my computer. Found this, realized it wasn't as bad as I had originally thought (I hope), made a few (mostly cosmetic) edits, and here it is:


The hallway was quiet and deserted, and Cam leaned against the wall wearily as he listened to the voices coming from the infirmary. Not the voices he wanted to hear, not his team -- laid up in there, medicated, sleeping. Until half an hour ago, he'd been in there too, stationed between Jackson's bed and Sam's, across the aisle from Teal'c, determined not to move. Until General O'Neill walked in -- stormed in wouldn't be an overstatement -- the black cloud around him almost palpable. Cam was on his feet before he remembered the cast and teetered a bit, but stayed standing.

O'Neill's nod of acknowledgement had been brusque, and Cam had quickly excused himself. He wouldn't go far, but it was obvious the general wanted time alone with his former team. Cam chuckled dryly to himself, dropping his head softly against the concrete wall. There was nothing 'former' about it; they were still O'Neill's. And how he had kept them in line was a secret Cam was dying to know.

There had been silence for a while, but now he could hear O'Neill and Carolyn's voices, O'Neill's raised at times, then forcibly restrained. A few minutes later, the general came out into the hallway. He looked angry, but tilted his head in some type of odd satisfaction when he saw Cam standing there.

Cam straightened up, but kept his weight against the wall. O'Neill stared at him for a minute, steely-eyed, making Cam feel like he was back in boot camp.

"Lieutenant Colonel Mitchell," the general barked. "Whose team is that in there?"

"Mine, Sir." He was still weighing different shades of 'I take full responsibility' when the general responded.

"Are you sure? Because what I’m reading in the mission reports, what I heard from Landry downstairs, it sure as hell doesn't sound like that. It sounds like you took a goddamn poll."

The problem with starting backed against the wall was that there was nowhere to go when the general got directly in his face. Stare straight ahead, control your breathing, and answer.

"Jackson and Colonel Carter had some differing ideas. We were trying to achieve too many objectives at one time, Sir."

O'Neill backed away one step, his eyes glinting dangerously in the dim light. "Colonel, you had two objectives: you had your mission objective, and you had the objective of bringing your team home safe and sound. Did you achieve either of those?"

Cam swallowed. "No, General."

"No, you did not." O'Neill took a step back and glanced at the infirmary door. "Fortunately, all three of them will make a complete recovery. As for you..."

Cam kept his gaze steady, but he could feel his heart racing. He had been the golden boy his whole career, and it had taken him a matter of months to throw away his dream job, the culmination of years of work. Technically, General Landry was the only one who could remove him from the team, but he couldn't fool himself into thinking that if O'Neill wanted him gone, there was anyone who could save him.

O'Neill's voice was hard when he looked back at Cam. "You are the leader of SG-1. It is your job to listen to their ideas, their opinions, to collect all the data, and then to make your decision."

Cam swallowed. "Yes, Sir."

"There will be missions that you come back and they will be pissed as hell at you. And you’ll get the eyebrow, the suppressed anger, the silent treatment. And sometimes it’ll last for days. You’ll join them in meetings or at meals and it'll feel like it will never be the same again. But you know what? They’ll be alive and whole and here."

O'Neill paused, winced, looked off to the side. "Believe me, you think you feel like shit now -- you don't want to see the day they don't all make it back."

Cam couldn't -- didn't want to -- imagine that. He knew it had happened to O'Neill more than once. It had been pure arrogance to think that his SG-1 would somehow be immune.

The general's glance turned steely again as he returned his focus to Cam once more. "If I ever hear about you leading SG-1 by committee again, you will be off the team, out of the SGC. Hell, you’ll never see the inside of a cockpit again. Do you understand me, Colonel?"

"Yes, General." Cameron continued standing straight and staring just past O'Neill. It was as much a general lessening of tension in the hallway as what he could gather of O'Neill's facial expression peripherally that let him know the tirade was over.

"Relax, Mitchell. Your foot's got to be killing you." O'Neill's voice had warmed by several degrees.

Cam shrugged, his eyes straying to the infirmary door. They were all in there and here he was with a simple broken bone; an avulsion fracture, Carolyn had called it, probably sustained when they were sliding down that hillside.

"You taken any pain meds tonight?" the general asked.

"No, Sir." Cam looked at him questioningly.

"You planning to?"

"No, Sir." He'd had enough pain medication to last him the rest of his life. He only took it now in extreme situations. A throbbing foot in a walking cast didn't qualify.

"Follow me, then." O'Neill started walking, but stopped when Cam questioned him.


The general looked back. "Dr. Lam has assured me that we are not getting back in there tonight." That would be the reason for the raised voice. "So, I am taking you out for a drink. You look like you could use it."


"Obviously, I can't make it an order, Colonel. So, how about a plea to come keep an old general company? I'll have you back in a couple of hours. Lam will be gone or asleep, and you can sneak back in." The general’s eyes strayed back to the doorway behind Cam and a pained look crossed his face. "That's what I always did, anyway."

"Of course, Sir." Cam didn't miss the general's usage of the past tense, or the resignation in his expression. He got the feeling that O'Neill wouldn't be coming back to the base tonight.

O'Neill nodded and turned again toward the elevators. Cam made his way slowly behind him, thankful that his team were all alive and, that when this night was over, he would be the one coming back to sit by their sides.


This entry was originally posted at http://magickmoons.dreamwidth.org/26262.html.
syxp on September 7th, 2014 02:08 am (UTC)
This is great!

I wish Jack had visited more often in the show. :)
magickmoons: Lights on Jackmagickmoons on September 7th, 2014 03:30 pm (UTC)
Thanks! I wish we had seen more Jack in 9/10 as well. It would have added a lot to the show :)
MacBeth: Basslolmac on September 7th, 2014 02:57 pm (UTC)
This is fantastic!! Please post it to Ao3 as well -- it needs a wider audience!! I love the fic!
magickmoons: Cam Sammagickmoons on September 7th, 2014 03:36 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much :) It is up at AO3, but you reminded me to put links up on a couple of fic communities here as well.

PS I'm LOLing at your icon.
MacBeth: Smarmylolmac on September 8th, 2014 01:00 pm (UTC)
*g* Glad you like the icon! That one goes waaaay back -- sheesh, it's from my first six months. I was actually posting every day back then!

Here's the original full-sized LOL: http://lolmac.livejournal.com/35064.html
Fig Newton: fanfic fixsg_fignewton on September 9th, 2014 07:06 am (UTC)
This is fantastic! Even Cam admitted in S10 that he really didn't have control of the team. Jack is the perfect one to confront him on this: that SG-1 may be impossible to control, but it needs to be done to get them back safely.

I love the way Jack follows up the chewing out with an offer to get drunk. So him!

I enjoyed this fic so much, in fact, that I bounced right out and recced it. Hurray for SG-1 Debrief for leading me here! :)
magickmoons: Cam Sammagickmoons on September 10th, 2014 02:17 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much for the feedback and the rec! It's a hard lesson for Cam, but one I think he needed to hear.

ninja007ninja007 on September 10th, 2014 03:08 am (UTC)
Brilliantly written!
magickmoons: jackmagickmoons on September 10th, 2014 02:18 pm (UTC)
Beth: jack - 2010stargatesg1971 on September 13th, 2014 07:32 am (UTC)
What a great little fic! Thanks for sharing.
magickmoons: sarcastic jackmagickmoons on September 14th, 2014 02:50 am (UTC)
Thanks so much :D