stargateficrec | Hold Tight, Don't Breath, Here We Go

Rec Category: Het (Other)
Pairing: Cameron Mitchell/Carolyn Lam
Category: Het, Carolyn Lam/Cameron Mitchell, romance/general
Rating: PG
Author on LJ:

6beforelunch
Author's Summery: The courtship of Cameron and Carolyn in seven parts.
Link: Hold Tight, Don't Breath, Here We Go

Why This Must Be Read:

Its another take on the start of the relationship, taking us from Cameron's time at the hospital at the end of season 7 though to his time at the SGC and beyond, including a talk with Laundry about dating his daughter. And its not all fluff, there is plenty of angst and it ends up a balanced fic.

They met when Cameron was in the hospital. She was just passing through; he was in rehab hell which, unlike finals hell or voice mail hell, really was kind of like the hell is grandmama used to talk about, except the demons were all young and pretty and way too perky. Today the sixth circle of hell will be moved to room 328 and the part of the devil will be played by Valerie Rossetti, D.O.

Carolyn Lam was pretty too, but she sure wasn't perky. Sometimes she was even cranky which Cam found refreshing. Cam told her he thought he might be in love with her and Carolyn rolled her eyes and said, "Colonel, you're on so much oxycodone right now I'm surprised you haven't proposed to the cleaning staff."

Cam said, through gritted teeth because he hurt like a son of a bitch today, "Tried. They all turned me down."

Carolyn looked at him, looked at the pain that was written all over his face and the wheelchair that Cam was doing his best to ensure wouldn't he his companion for the next fifty years and the little portable toilet that was next to his bed because he didn't have the strength to get to the bathroom on his own. She looked at all that and then she said, "Well. You're not exactly anyone's idea of a hot date right about now."

Cam laughed, and it hurt to laugh, but it was worth it because he hated, hated, the way everyone was so nice to him these days. Like the chair and the portable toilet and the pain meant that he was supposed to be humored and doted on and treated as though his ego was as fragile as his body happened to be at the moment.

Carolyn left three days later and Cam went back to perky therapists and doctors who spoke in soft reassuring voices and every visitor being way too nice.