Title: Into the Blue
Fandom: CSI/Stargate SG1
Pairing: Sara Sidle/Cameron Mitchell
Rating: PG
Word Count: 579
Prompt: 15. Blue
Notes:
Sara knows she should be more professional than this, but she can’t help but stare at the sight before her. The shimmering blue circle, diameter twice that of the tallest man she’s ever seen, pure undiluted power thrumming through the air, lightly shaking the ramp underneath her feet, the event horizon just inches from her nose…
An actual wormhole, and she’s standing right at its mouth.
“Amazing,” she breathes, knowing she’s being ridiculous and for once in her life not caring.
“You gonna stand there all day staring or you actually gonna go through?”
The slight Southern drawl at her side is
unmistakeably amused, and she looks up into yet more shimmering blue. Her
cheeks warm under his gaze, but she lifts her chin, refusing to show her
embarrassment. “I shouldn’t be doing this
Lieutenant Colonel Cameron Mitchell rolls his eyes. “Colonel Carter aside, you’re the best damn theoretical physicist we’ve got…”
“Exactly! Theoretical! This-” Unable to
gesture with the expansive wave of an arm, she settles for a discreet wave of
the hand, encompassing the Stargate, the soldiers, the entire
One shoulder rises and falls, and he gives her that cocksure smirk that almost makes her want to throttle him.
Almost.
“There’s a first time for everything,” he tells her.
Closing her eyes, Sara sucks in a deep breath, hoping that to anyone who’s watching – the soldiers, Walter and General Landry in the control room – it’s going to look like she’s got a bad case of Rookie-Gate-Travelitis. “Why did you pick me?” she asks him, not for the first time.
“Because you’re the best at what you do,” he replies simply. It’s what he’s said to her before, but she’s still not quite able to believe him.
“Swear to me that it’s not because of us,” she says, lips barely moving, just in case. She wouldn’t put it past Walter to have lip reading as one of his many skills, and she’s been working here long enough to know that the only thing faster than Gate travel is gossip, and both she and Cameron have worked too hard and too long to let anything jeopardise their careers.
“It’s not because of us.” Cameron can talk without moving his lips too, keeping his voice low, but the sincerity in his eyes finally convinces her. She relaxes slightly, gives him the slightest of grins, is rewarded by a broader one from him. “So,” he says, louder now. “You ready to do this? The others will think we’ve gotten lost.”
Sara nods and, under the guise of soothing her nerves, Cameron reaches out, fingers lightly grazing her forearm, turning with her to face the gate. She feels the touch even through the thick layers of Air Force green, remembers how those fingers feel against her skin, remember how those blue eyes look when they’re looking right at her, when they’re so close to her that she could drown in them.
She chances one more look into them before she steps forward into the blue, and if anyone sees her shiver, she hopes they’ll think it’s just from nerves.
They’re not to know that she’s not really that nervous, because with Cameron by her side, she’s ready for anything.