Fic, sort of
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woodfaceThis isn't exactly fic. When I ran the Ori plot for Cameron in Fandom High, I wrote out the fake memories that the Ori planted in Cameron's head. As a basis for most of the happenings, I used Stargate episodes and replaced characters to make it relevant for Cameron. I sort of fell in love with the pieces I wrote for Crichton. To understand it completely, you need to know that this is a chipped Crichton and that Cameron talked to the wrong people and got Aeryn killed. John was not so much with the forgiving and lost his mind to the chip. I inserted the crazed Crichton in Jonas Hanson's place. Please keep in mind that this is not betaed as it's just a rough draft for me to work with.
John never got over Aeryn’s death. The hallucinations in his head got more and more real. Not that he ever told Cameron about that. They hadn’t spoken in years, but fate or coincidence brought them into the same place again. Or it might have been dumb luck. Cameron didn’t earn his place in the SGC or as leader of SG-1, he got lucky at the expense of good men. Ferguson took the bullet meant for him. Jack O’Neill took a snake in the head.
John earned his presence in the SGC. Brilliant scientist, slightly crazy. More than crazy, Cameron had more than once seen him talking to Scorpius while working. Bouncing ideas of a man who is only in his head. He just never told anyone, didn’t think it was his place as he owed John so much.
When they hear John’s team is in trouble, Cameron volunteers to go check it out with SG-1 right away. The planet is just like any other alien planet they visit, reminds him a little too much of Canada for some odd reason.
One click away from the gate, they get ambushed. Somehow Teal’c manages to keep out of sight together with Jackson. Cameron and Sam get taken to the camp to meet their new appointed god.
He’s expecting a goa’uld. Someone dressed up in tacky clothing and too much gold and too little glitter. Instead, they find John in leather. Not just pants. Cameron shivers as he recognises the outfit from years ago.
“Hello, Cam,” John says too calmly, even his voice has taken on the cadence of Scorpius’ speech. “It is good of you to visit. We have some unfinished business to attend to.”
---
It’s like being tortured by the bad and the psycho cop. Even they get tired, though, and Cameron’s got a few moments to spit out blood. His wrists and ankles are tied and he tries to keep his arms in front of his ribs in case John decides the break is over.
“You don’t need these people,” he’s more than a little out of breath and that’s definitely a cracked rib. “You just want me.”
“That is where you assume incorrectly,” Scorpius replies and squats down beside him. “My plans are far greater than you can imagine.”
He sighs and rests his head on the rocky ground, “Of course.” Somehow it’s easier to talk to John. The anger he can deal with, he deserves it. Scorpius is different. It’s like watching Hitler sign away millions of lives with one single signature.
John grabs hold of his chin and forces him to meet his eyes. Hey there buddy, good to see you again, Cameron thinks tiredly.
“You killed her,” John whispers dangerously.
Cameron nods and he’s not going to argue that it was a mistake. Pain sears through his body as John’s fist connects with the cracked rib.
---
This time it’s definitely Scorpius in control as he delivers his speech. The emotions are John’s, the performance definitely isn’t. Cameron’s still trying to decide which one of them came up with the execution they’ve got planned for him.
His body is aching and he’s got the mother of all headaches, but through it all he’s aware of Jackson turning up from somewhere. And then tries to talk him to death, but it’s a distraction. A hell of a distraction as the sky turns orange and John is staring up at the wonder he couldn’t pull out of his leather sleeve.
Cameron pushes to his feet and charges at John. Using his weight he manages to bring him down and then there are hands dragging him away. He’s shouting at them to stop, but he can’t do anything as his hands are still tied and they’re keeping him as they carry John towards the stargate.
His protests die as he watches John fall into the wormhole. On the other side they’ll hear the impact as he hits the closed iris.
John never got over Aeryn’s death. The hallucinations in his head got more and more real. Not that he ever told Cameron about that. They hadn’t spoken in years, but fate or coincidence brought them into the same place again. Or it might have been dumb luck. Cameron didn’t earn his place in the SGC or as leader of SG-1, he got lucky at the expense of good men. Ferguson took the bullet meant for him. Jack O’Neill took a snake in the head.
John earned his presence in the SGC. Brilliant scientist, slightly crazy. More than crazy, Cameron had more than once seen him talking to Scorpius while working. Bouncing ideas of a man who is only in his head. He just never told anyone, didn’t think it was his place as he owed John so much.
When they hear John’s team is in trouble, Cameron volunteers to go check it out with SG-1 right away. The planet is just like any other alien planet they visit, reminds him a little too much of Canada for some odd reason.
One click away from the gate, they get ambushed. Somehow Teal’c manages to keep out of sight together with Jackson. Cameron and Sam get taken to the camp to meet their new appointed god.
He’s expecting a goa’uld. Someone dressed up in tacky clothing and too much gold and too little glitter. Instead, they find John in leather. Not just pants. Cameron shivers as he recognises the outfit from years ago.
“Hello, Cam,” John says too calmly, even his voice has taken on the cadence of Scorpius’ speech. “It is good of you to visit. We have some unfinished business to attend to.”
---
It’s like being tortured by the bad and the psycho cop. Even they get tired, though, and Cameron’s got a few moments to spit out blood. His wrists and ankles are tied and he tries to keep his arms in front of his ribs in case John decides the break is over.
“You don’t need these people,” he’s more than a little out of breath and that’s definitely a cracked rib. “You just want me.”
“That is where you assume incorrectly,” Scorpius replies and squats down beside him. “My plans are far greater than you can imagine.”
He sighs and rests his head on the rocky ground, “Of course.” Somehow it’s easier to talk to John. The anger he can deal with, he deserves it. Scorpius is different. It’s like watching Hitler sign away millions of lives with one single signature.
John grabs hold of his chin and forces him to meet his eyes. Hey there buddy, good to see you again, Cameron thinks tiredly.
“You killed her,” John whispers dangerously.
Cameron nods and he’s not going to argue that it was a mistake. Pain sears through his body as John’s fist connects with the cracked rib.
---
This time it’s definitely Scorpius in control as he delivers his speech. The emotions are John’s, the performance definitely isn’t. Cameron’s still trying to decide which one of them came up with the execution they’ve got planned for him.
His body is aching and he’s got the mother of all headaches, but through it all he’s aware of Jackson turning up from somewhere. And then tries to talk him to death, but it’s a distraction. A hell of a distraction as the sky turns orange and John is staring up at the wonder he couldn’t pull out of his leather sleeve.
Cameron pushes to his feet and charges at John. Using his weight he manages to bring him down and then there are hands dragging him away. He’s shouting at them to stop, but he can’t do anything as his hands are still tied and they’re keeping him as they carry John towards the stargate.
His protests die as he watches John fall into the wormhole. On the other side they’ll hear the impact as he hits the closed iris.
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