Title: In Desperation, Madness
Author:
skieswideopenFandom: SGA/SG-1
Pairings: None
Prompt: Carter, Mitchell, Sheppard, "what regulations?"
Summary: Sheppard and Mitchell plot to help their families.
Notes: Originally written for the
lostcityfound 2008
Fic Battle for the prompt "what regulations?"
"You're insane!" said Cam
Sheppard smirked at him from across the table, and behind the smirk Cam could just detect the edge of desperation.
"We'll never get away with it," Cam insisted, resistance beginning to fade under the weight of his own desperation.
"Won't know unless we try," drawled Sheppard, still grinning wildly, and after a long moment, Cam nodded.
It had all begun, Cam decided, in the cafeteria. Some people might have traced the genesis back earlier, to the moment when a handful of cells had failed to stop dividing when they should have and thrown everything out of whack, but Cam preferred to trace it back to the moment when he saw John Sheppard in the cafeteria, looking worn and tired and out-of-place, and invited him for a drink.
They'd struck up a casual sort of friendship during the six weeks the Asurans had occupied Atlantis: a few drinks here, a game of basketball there, some bonding over what it meant to have the responsibility for a whole world resting on your shoulders. It was enough that, once they were settled in the bar with drinks in hand, and the handful of people who had stared when they had come in had turned back to their own drinks, he felt comfortable asking Sheppard what he was doing on Earth. Sheppard had taken a long swallow of beer, and for a moment Cam thought he had overstepped the bounds of their friendship. But then Sheppard had set his glass down and looked across the table at Cam and told him, in a deceptively off-hand way, about his three-year-old nephew, who had been recently diagnosed with a malignant brain tumor. And Cam had nodded in sympathy and understanding, and told his own story of his cousin--closer to a sister, really--who was suffering from late-stage ovarian cancer, and who was trying to figure out how to say goodbye to her two children. They toasted their families, and turned to discussing the many downsides of being public celebrities.
The issue of the Ilusians didn't come up until three drinks later. By then, they were both well under the influence of Tabby's truly excellent single malt (having decided that beer wasn't sufficient under the circumstances), and the idea of completely disregarding regulations and possibly ending their own careers seemed less...dangerous than it might have under more sober circumstances.
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