This, of Ours - by ShippenStand (R)

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Show: SGA/SG-1
Rec Category: John/Cam
Characters: John Sheppard, Cameron Mitchell, Carolyn Lam, Evan Lorne, Ronon Dex, Teyla Emmagan, Jack O'Neill, Daniel Jackson, Rodney McKay, Richard Woolsey, OCs
Pairings: John/Cam
Categories: Slash, Adventure, Established Relationship
Warnings: None
Author on LJ: Author not on LJ
Author's Website: Shippen_stand on DW
Link: This, of Ours

Why This Must Be Read: At 30+K, this fic is long, but it's an investment of your time that you won't regret.  John and Cam are beautifully portrayed as are all the guest stars in this story that, at its heart, is about the relationship and love between two military men, gorgeous in their imperfection and heroic hearts.  A complex, yet easy to follow plot, and dialogue that would confuse the reader is handled with a consummate skill that leaves you with a bleeding heart, or laughing so hard you can't see the screen through your tears.  An original twist on a tried-and-true fairytale trope that had me hanging of every word.


Excerpt:

"Don't worry, Mitchell," O'Neill said, his voice quiet. "I'm not here to bust you for kissing boys."

Cam felt the blood drain from his face. He'd done a hell of a lot more with Sheppard than kiss him. "Sir?"

"You pack a lot into that one word," O'Neill said dryly.

Cam inhaled. "You said there was a situation?"

"You know he was out with SG-17."

Cam closed his eyes, just for a moment, dread settling in his chest. He and Sheppard were both airmen, soldiers. Risk was part of the deal. That didn't make it easier. "I know they're late, sir," he said. He took another breath, not sure what he could ask.

"They're back," O'Neill said. "Without Sheppard. I know what you're thinking. He's not dead." Cam felt a surge of relief, but then O'Neill added, "Yet."

"Yet?" Cam repeated. It hadn't been what he was thinking, but now the dread sent tendrils into his lungs. "What's going on?"

O’Neill swallowed and looked down. This was very bad, then. "Y'know," O'Neill said slowly, "I really hate fairy tales. And I really hate it when we have to deal with them. You know."

Cam knew. Going on his own Arthurian quest had been annoying, to say the least. SG-1 had a long history of dealing with the Ancient reality behind Tau'ri legends. "What fairy tale is Sheppard in, sir?"

"Rapunzel? I don't know. Look, there's going to be a formal briefing at 14:00. We've already sent SG-2, but it seems they're missing the essential piece." O'Neill sipped his coffee again, not making eye contact.

"Sir?" Cam said, "Atlantis has all the cool toys. What could we have that they don't have? Goa'uld tech? Asgard beaming technology?"

"It's not a what, son, it's a who." O'Neill ran his hand down his face. "I really hate fairy tales."

Cam felt his toes curl, tense in his boots. He wished the general would just get to the point. "Sir?"

"There's that word again. Look, Mitchell, this isn't the easiest thing to say, and I’m not even sure you are the right person, but you and Sheppard…" O'Neill glanced up and waved his hand briefly. Cam didn't say anything. "Look, the bottom line is that there is something about this situation with Sheppard where he can only be rescued by his true love."

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