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Easy There, Steady Now by rydra-wong (PG-13/R)
Fandom: STARGATE SG1
Pairing: Teal'c/Cameron Mitchell
Length: ~5000
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rydra_wong
Author Website: LJ Memories
Why this must be read:
This is the kind of story that you wish the show would do, except that, after reading the story, you're glad they didn't, because there's no way they'd have done it this well.
It's Teal'c and Cam, off-world alone together while Daniel and Sam go for help. Well, alone excet for the Unas. And the Ori, and as if that's not enough to worry about, Cam's been snaked by a Goa'uld. Her Teal'c voice in particular is *great*; he's exactly as dry and amusing as he is in the show, and his concern for Cam (and himself, in a way) comes through loud and clear, and her Cam is perfectly in line with Cam on the show, enthusiastic and with odd skills, but with the same amount of occassional stumbling and worry. The gradual descent of the crisis from, okay, not great but not awful, to, okay, help now please, is fantastic to read.
Also, it's hot as hell when they kiss.
“Elvis,” he announces. “I’m callin’ it Elvis. That would totally work as a name for a Goa’uld. Later Elvis, anyway.”
It is something Teal’c has come to think of as characteristically Tau’ri: making mockery of what they most hate and fear, just as O’Neill will never speak of Ba’al without a joke.
Mitchell glances up silently then, and Teal’c realizes that, for once, he is looking for an answer, a response, as if he has run out of words with which to hold himself together.
Teal’c has no bright empty chatter to offer. He is always cautious when touching humans, conscious of their many taboos. But he reaches out a hand, carefully, and cups Mitchell’s face in his palm.
Mitchell stares at him, then squeezes his eyes shut, pressing his face hard into Teal’c’s hand, stubble prickling against his skin.
It is not the fact of Mitchell's desire that stings him, but the sudden nakedness of it. There is bravery in this too, he thinks, in wanting so transparently.
“I’m not gonna beg.” Mitchell’s voice is almost inaudible.
Easy There, Steady Now
Pairing: Teal'c/Cameron Mitchell
Length: ~5000
Author on LJ:
rydra_wongAuthor Website: LJ Memories
Why this must be read:
This is the kind of story that you wish the show would do, except that, after reading the story, you're glad they didn't, because there's no way they'd have done it this well.
It's Teal'c and Cam, off-world alone together while Daniel and Sam go for help. Well, alone excet for the Unas. And the Ori, and as if that's not enough to worry about, Cam's been snaked by a Goa'uld. Her Teal'c voice in particular is *great*; he's exactly as dry and amusing as he is in the show, and his concern for Cam (and himself, in a way) comes through loud and clear, and her Cam is perfectly in line with Cam on the show, enthusiastic and with odd skills, but with the same amount of occassional stumbling and worry. The gradual descent of the crisis from, okay, not great but not awful, to, okay, help now please, is fantastic to read.
Also, it's hot as hell when they kiss.
“Elvis,” he announces. “I’m callin’ it Elvis. That would totally work as a name for a Goa’uld. Later Elvis, anyway.”
It is something Teal’c has come to think of as characteristically Tau’ri: making mockery of what they most hate and fear, just as O’Neill will never speak of Ba’al without a joke.
Mitchell glances up silently then, and Teal’c realizes that, for once, he is looking for an answer, a response, as if he has run out of words with which to hold himself together.
Teal’c has no bright empty chatter to offer. He is always cautious when touching humans, conscious of their many taboos. But he reaches out a hand, carefully, and cups Mitchell’s face in his palm.
Mitchell stares at him, then squeezes his eyes shut, pressing his face hard into Teal’c’s hand, stubble prickling against his skin.
It is not the fact of Mitchell's desire that stings him, but the sudden nakedness of it. There is bravery in this too, he thinks, in wanting so transparently.
“I’m not gonna beg.” Mitchell’s voice is almost inaudible.
Easy There, Steady Now