Better than Vermont
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120_minutenChallenge: Ein glückliches Leben ist die beste Rache
Fandom: Stargate SG-1(/Atlantis)
Pairing: Sheppard/Mitchell
Wörter: ~770
Warnung: Deathfic, Englisch
A/N: AU zum Anfang von Atlantis. - Wie sehr AU und wie sehr Deathfic entscheidet ihr? ;)
Cam hadn‘t wanted this. Or, well. He certainly hadn‘t wanted the crash and the titanium pin in his leg and the pain killers, but the thing was, he had sort of signed up for those. Sure, would‘ve been nice to avoid them but he had known that crashing was a possibility. But everything else hadn't been part of the deal.
The bright-eyed seventeen-year-old signing over his life to the Air Force hadn‘t had a detailed plan, exactly, and while being thirty-four and broken and beaten had been an option he‘d certainly not imagined himself sitting on his mother‘s patio, cradling a burial flag and smiling awkwardly at an unknown Air Force major. He‘d wanted his own white picket fence or, keeping in mind that that was impossible, he would have settled for a small house with a garage for his Mustang and… not this. Whatever this was.
„Why me?“ he asked, slightly impressed at how his voice didn‘t break on the question. „He has a brother. And an ex-wife, for that matter.“
„Major Sheppard listed you instead of next-of-kin.“ The major straightened her shoulders. „It‘s not uncommon for SG personnel to chose someone with a suitable security clearance. - He trusts you to relay the information appropriately.“
„That makes sense.“
„That makes no sense at all.“ Cam couldn‘t quite help the snicker. „Are you proposing to me, Shep?“
„Hell no. I just got a divorce, not gonna go into anything new without that option even being legal.“
„Charming. - So if you‘re not about to make an honest man out of me, what exactly are you on about?“
Sheppard let himself fall onto the lower bunk bed. „I… I don‘t even know. It‘s just, well, my eight years are almost up and next week I‘ll ship out to A-stan and… Let‘s face it, I‘m not exactly Air Force material, am I?“
„Shep...“ Cam fought down the urge to climb down from the top bunk to console his friend. He had a good idea how that would end and there was no way he‘d go down that route on base. Or at all. He wasn‘t twenty-three anymore. „You are an amazing officer. - Might have to get a hair cut but otherwise...“
„Funny. - Just… We could just drop out, open a bed-n-breakfast in Vermont...“ A strangled laugh. „Hell, running away with a guy. That might just piss off my dad even more than enlisting.“
Cam snorted. „Daddy issues, Shep? Isn‘t that a bit cliché?“
„I‘m talking about opening a gay B&B, so, yeah, cliché is what I‘m going for.“
„You realize that I‘ve just signed up for another four years, don‘t you?“
„Wow. Yeah. I forgot.“
“I had almost forgotten but… do you remember your ridiculous plans?“
Sheppard looked up from the two-days-old newspaper he‘d been leafing through so that he wouldn‘t have to talk. He frowned and Cam regretted ever opening his mouth. „Sorry. I blame the pain killers.“
„The B&B in Maine?“ Sheppard asked as if they‘d had that conversation ages ago, not a mere two and a half years ago. Two years, three tours to Afghanistan, one court martial and one almost fatal crash in a battle against aliens between the two of them. So maybe it had been ages.
„I think it was Vermont.“
„Figures.“
„It‘s just, right now, I have half a mind to get myself medically discharged and just do it.“
Sheppard didn‘t say anything for a while. „Is it true that you won‘t be able to walk again?“
„Nah, there‘s a chance, but I‘m not gonna let that bother me. Would be a crap inkeeper in a wheel chair, wouldn't I?“
That earned Cam an actual smile. „Oh, I don‘t know, it could be sort of charming…“ Shep looked away. „I‘m going to ship out in two weeks.“
„They finally got you out of McMurdo? Great! - Where to?“
„Away.“
„Away-away or classified-away?“
„Does it matter?“
„...Guess not.“
„I guess you can‘t tell me what‘s happened, can you?“
„As you are officially a part of SG-1 now, I can. Only, we don't know what happened. - Major Sheppard was part of the Atlantis expedition.“
Cam probably would have laughed, only it wasn‘t really all that funny. „I didn‘t realize...“
„It‘s been a year now since we last heard of them. Everyone on the expedition has been declared dead.“
Cam hadn‘t wanted this. And neither had Shep, probably. But they had wanted the sky and the aliens and the foreign galaxies, so in the end, it probably was alright.
„At least it‘s better than Vermont.“
„Excuse me?“
„Oh, it's nothing. Just a stupid in-joke we used to have. I‘ll show you out, Major.“
„Thank you, Colonel.“
Fandom: Stargate SG-1(/Atlantis)
Pairing: Sheppard/Mitchell
Wörter: ~770
Warnung: Deathfic, Englisch
A/N: AU zum Anfang von Atlantis. - Wie sehr AU und wie sehr Deathfic entscheidet ihr? ;)
Cam hadn‘t wanted this. Or, well. He certainly hadn‘t wanted the crash and the titanium pin in his leg and the pain killers, but the thing was, he had sort of signed up for those. Sure, would‘ve been nice to avoid them but he had known that crashing was a possibility. But everything else hadn't been part of the deal.
The bright-eyed seventeen-year-old signing over his life to the Air Force hadn‘t had a detailed plan, exactly, and while being thirty-four and broken and beaten had been an option he‘d certainly not imagined himself sitting on his mother‘s patio, cradling a burial flag and smiling awkwardly at an unknown Air Force major. He‘d wanted his own white picket fence or, keeping in mind that that was impossible, he would have settled for a small house with a garage for his Mustang and… not this. Whatever this was.
„Why me?“ he asked, slightly impressed at how his voice didn‘t break on the question. „He has a brother. And an ex-wife, for that matter.“
„Major Sheppard listed you instead of next-of-kin.“ The major straightened her shoulders. „It‘s not uncommon for SG personnel to chose someone with a suitable security clearance. - He trusts you to relay the information appropriately.“
„That makes sense.“
„That makes no sense at all.“ Cam couldn‘t quite help the snicker. „Are you proposing to me, Shep?“
„Hell no. I just got a divorce, not gonna go into anything new without that option even being legal.“
„Charming. - So if you‘re not about to make an honest man out of me, what exactly are you on about?“
Sheppard let himself fall onto the lower bunk bed. „I… I don‘t even know. It‘s just, well, my eight years are almost up and next week I‘ll ship out to A-stan and… Let‘s face it, I‘m not exactly Air Force material, am I?“
„Shep...“ Cam fought down the urge to climb down from the top bunk to console his friend. He had a good idea how that would end and there was no way he‘d go down that route on base. Or at all. He wasn‘t twenty-three anymore. „You are an amazing officer. - Might have to get a hair cut but otherwise...“
„Funny. - Just… We could just drop out, open a bed-n-breakfast in Vermont...“ A strangled laugh. „Hell, running away with a guy. That might just piss off my dad even more than enlisting.“
Cam snorted. „Daddy issues, Shep? Isn‘t that a bit cliché?“
„I‘m talking about opening a gay B&B, so, yeah, cliché is what I‘m going for.“
„You realize that I‘ve just signed up for another four years, don‘t you?“
„Wow. Yeah. I forgot.“
“I had almost forgotten but… do you remember your ridiculous plans?“
Sheppard looked up from the two-days-old newspaper he‘d been leafing through so that he wouldn‘t have to talk. He frowned and Cam regretted ever opening his mouth. „Sorry. I blame the pain killers.“
„The B&B in Maine?“ Sheppard asked as if they‘d had that conversation ages ago, not a mere two and a half years ago. Two years, three tours to Afghanistan, one court martial and one almost fatal crash in a battle against aliens between the two of them. So maybe it had been ages.
„I think it was Vermont.“
„Figures.“
„It‘s just, right now, I have half a mind to get myself medically discharged and just do it.“
Sheppard didn‘t say anything for a while. „Is it true that you won‘t be able to walk again?“
„Nah, there‘s a chance, but I‘m not gonna let that bother me. Would be a crap inkeeper in a wheel chair, wouldn't I?“
That earned Cam an actual smile. „Oh, I don‘t know, it could be sort of charming…“ Shep looked away. „I‘m going to ship out in two weeks.“
„They finally got you out of McMurdo? Great! - Where to?“
„Away.“
„Away-away or classified-away?“
„Does it matter?“
„...Guess not.“
„I guess you can‘t tell me what‘s happened, can you?“
„As you are officially a part of SG-1 now, I can. Only, we don't know what happened. - Major Sheppard was part of the Atlantis expedition.“
Cam probably would have laughed, only it wasn‘t really all that funny. „I didn‘t realize...“
„It‘s been a year now since we last heard of them. Everyone on the expedition has been declared dead.“
Cam hadn‘t wanted this. And neither had Shep, probably. But they had wanted the sky and the aliens and the foreign galaxies, so in the end, it probably was alright.
„At least it‘s better than Vermont.“
„Excuse me?“
„Oh, it's nothing. Just a stupid in-joke we used to have. I‘ll show you out, Major.“
„Thank you, Colonel.“
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Date: 2018-02-11 07:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-02-12 10:23 pm (UTC)Und wenn es hilft: Eigentlich wollte ich Shep wirklich umbringen, aber die einzige Szene, die ich vorher im Kopf hatte hat es in keine der beiden Versionen geschafft, also who cares... Atlantis hatauch in der Serie selbst ne ganze Weile gebraucht um die Erde wiederzu kontaktieren, also ... vielleicht ist niemand tot? Vermutlich ist niemand tot. xD