A Day In The Life
This takes place sometime during season 10. If not obvious, this is from Cam's perspective. I own nothing. Don't sue. Reviews are greatly appreciated.
A Day In The Life
Alarm beeps. 0530. Time to get up. Back in high school, I would've thought that waking up this early would take an act of God, a natural disaster, or both. Huh. How wrong I was. Though I've been doing this for upwards of ten years, I'm still not used to it. Why, oh why did I want to join the Air Force this bad? Apart from the obvious dream of leaving small town Kansas life to fly planes, that is. I thought it would be all Top Gun: heroic dogfights every day, protecting my country, and bragging of my exploits to all the pretty ladies. Lack of sleep was not part of the deal.
On autopilot, I get ready for my day. Shower. Change of clothes. Check my e-mail. No, mom. I'm not seeing anyone. No, mom. I'm not doing anything dangerous. Yes, mom. I know my dream was to fly, not to run security at a science base. No, mom. They won't consider transferring me. Don't worry, mom. I'm happy here.
I glance at the clock: 0614. Too late to make breakfast. Note to self: check on both Carter and Jackson. If they are in their labs already, chances are they haven't taken the time to eat. Take them both to the commissary. If they resist, use physical force. Enlist Teal'c's help if necessary.
I slip on my well worn leather jacket, and am out the door by 0618. It's an hour drive from my apartment to the mountain, but I don't mind. There is something about the feel of a classic muscle car vibrating around you, about to take off at unlawful speeds. I keep it close to the limit; I can't afford another ticket in as many weeks. The scenery flies by, urban Colorado Springs turning into the highway that winds its way through the lush foliage on its way up Cheyenne Mountain. As most days, this is the most relaxing part of my day. No one trying to kill me. No potential end of the world situations. Just me cruising through the serene landscape that makes this one of the most beautiful places in the universe.
0723. I'm ushered through the gates with a smile and a "good morning, Sir," from base security. This is a good sign. If they were looking hassled, that would mean something had gone down since I was last here. It's looking like I'll be having a boring day today!
That's all for now, folks! I'll try to get the rest of the morning in the next post. What do you think?
