Warnings: None
Word Count: 609
Rating: Mature - adult themes, no sex
Characters: Camille Wray and Everett Young
Author's Notes: Written for the stargateland THEME WEEK Day #2 challenge, prompt "22 - SGU, Everett Young & or / Camile Wray, Desperation"
Disclaimer:I don't own Stargate, not mine, just borrowing, yada yada yada.
It was late, very late, but she knew he was alone tonight. TJ was keeping watch over a patient with a high fever in the Infirmary, their on off relationship was common knowledge on the ship. She stood in the dark, uncertain, scared that he would not be willing to listen to her. Finally, she knocked on his door.
After a couple of moments he answered the door. Blinking slightly sleepily and running fingers through his hair. He looked surprised to see her.
"Everett." She said.
"Camile," he said concerned, "it's late, is everything okay?"
"Can I come in?" she asked. "Everything's fine. I just wanted to ask you something."
"Sure, come in."
He stepped back to let her in, and gestured to the couch, taking a seat on the bed opposite her. Camile sat down and then shifted uncomfortably.
"Is there a problem?" he asked curiously. She was normally so composed.
"Not exactly." She said. "It's...personal."
His eyebrows raised.
"I know," she said, "I'm the only person on the ship without a personal life."
He gave her a slightly sympathetic look.
"I wouldn't say that," he said. "You're probably less, ah…"
She smiled a little ruefully.
"That's part of the problem I guess." She said.
He looked surprised again. She settled back against the back of the chair, trying to relax.
"We've been out here five years or so." She said.
"Eight years, four months and fifteen days," he said, "including three years and fourteen days of stasis."
She stared out of the porthole, then took a deep breath.
"I'm not getting any younger." She said. "And since Lisa and Greer have proved it can be done safely on Destiny…"
He got her message suddenly.
"Are you...?" he asked, the question hung in the air. "I thought…"
"That I'm gay?" she said. "I am, and I'm not...the other. But I'd like to be."
He looked even more surprised.
"Are you asking me?" he asked, slightly shocked.
"Yes." She said. "To be honest I've been thinking about having a baby for a while. We were, well, thinking about it before I ended up on the Destiny, had even found a gay friend who would donate, wanted to be involved even if we raised the child." She paused and looked away again. "We were both pretty desperate."
He sat on the bed, waiting for her to finish, although he knew what her question was.
"There isn't anyone else here I trust, or feel close enough to to want to even try this. I never even experimented with men." She took a deep breath. "I trust you, I think I could even enjoy it with you." She said, then shook her head apologetically. "That sounds so clinical."
He looked at her for a long moment then spoke.
"You know things are complicated…"
She nodded.
"Between you and TJ and TJ and Varro." She stated. "I can handle that. I'm not looking for a long term relationship." She smiled. "I'm looking for a long term friendship with someone who wants to have a baby."
He sat there, watching her, face thoughtful.
"I'll understand if you need some time to think about it." She said. "I won't be offended if it isn't something you feel you can do."
He rose to his feet suddenly. She took it for a dismissal and stood reflexively. She took a step forwards to go to the door, and was surprised as he reached out and took her hand. She turned to him as he drew her towards him, and planted a gentle kiss on her lips.
"I think I'm willing to give it a try, at your pace." He said. "A solid friendship is a good place to start."
Camile smiled, and gently, cautiously, experimentally, kissed him back.
He smiled at her as she drew back. "Any child could do a lot worse."