I got a great response from the last chapter, considering I didn't think I'd get any at all so I've been inspired to write another chapter of this.
To my 6 reviewers, thank you! And especially to daisyscrapperwho inspired me to write more of Cam (think she loves him almost as much as I do!)
Again, my usual beta is up to her ears in school work, so this is coming to you fresh from my brain and any mistakes are my own.
Also, don't own Stargate, if I did, Cam would be stationed in Ireland and travelling to see me every weekend!
I'm taking this one from Season 9's episode, Prototype.
Chapter 2: Tingly
Carolyn opened her eyes and immediately shut them again as pain lanced sharply through her head. She lay perfectly still, hoping that it would go away. Seconds later, she decided that it might just be safe to try and move. Very, very slowly.
Wincing at the ache in her shoulder, she struggled to sit up and tried to ignore the pounding at the base of her skull and behind her eyes. A quick mental survey told her that all her limbs were intact despite the tingling through them.
Damn ascending alien hybrids, she thought with a scowl as she looked at her watch and realised that she had lost three hours of her day. She scooted to the edge of the bed and saw her shoes lying on the floor.
Casting a glance around her, she noticed that three beds were occupied with people who appeared to be sleeping off the effects of the stun gun Khalek had used to knock them out.
She carefully slid to the floor and took a step towards her shoes. Her knees gave way under her and she cursed as she felt herself falling to the floor, knowing that it would put bruises on her already bruised body.
She never hit the floor.
Cam Mitchell entered the infirmary just in time to see the CMO slide off the bed and towards the floor. In one swift movement he was across the room, ignoring the jolt of pain it sent through his abused body. He caught her just as she was about to hit the floor and deposited her neatly back on the bed again.
"Doctor." He turned steely blue eyes on her. "What are you doing?"
"Getting up," she retorted, glaring back at him. "And what do you mean, what am I doing? Aren't you the one who ended up being thrown backwards several feet and colliding with a concrete wall?"
Points for her, Cam admitted silently as the dull headache that had been throbbing since his body connected with said concrete wall increased slightly. He pointed at her. "Stunned," was all he said, folding his arms defiantly.
"Pilot." Carolyn jabbed a finger in his direction. "Doctor." She pointed to herself and raised her eyebrows.
"You were the one who almost ended up on the floor," Cam scowled, shifting slightly and rubbing the back of his neck.
"Sit down," she ordered, taking in his pale face and the way he was holding himself stiffly. "Now, Colonel, or I'll have General Landry paged immediately."
Cam scowled and she eyeballed him. Finally, he gave up and perched on the edge of the trolley. "Happy now, Doc?"
Carolyn gave him a pointed look and slid off the bed again. She ignored the tingling in her legs and went to stand in front of him. "Lean forward." She shone her penlight in his eyes when he complied and frowned. "I think you have a concussion."
"So you said earlier," Cam mumbled, blinking against the light and turning his head away.
"Bruises?" she asked, prodding his sides and nodding when he winced. "I thought so."
A thought struck her and she looked up at him again. "Colonel Carter?"
"She's fine," Cam answered, suddenly becoming very aware of the fact that she was standing between his legs and poking at him. He was close enough to smell her perfume and the lemony scent of her shampoo. "She's up and at it, holed up with Jackson trying to find some answers to this whole mess."
"I suppose you tried to stop her getting up too," Carolyn said sarcastically.
"Sam's used to being stunned," Cam retorted. "You're not."
Carolyn pursed her lips and moved away from him. "I'll give you that," she said, sitting on the chair to put her shoes back on. "It's not an experience I'm looking to repeat anytime soon."
Cam frowned. "You hit the floor pretty hard before I could even reach out to catch you." He didn't tell her that she had knocked about ten years off his life when she convulsed and collapsed.
"You were otherwise occupied," Carolyn said dryly. "Trying not to get killed." She rolled her shoulders and winced involuntarily. "I'll live. Some bruises and a headache, but nothing a hot bath and a couple of Tylenol won't cure."
Carolyn got up from the chair and immediately wished she hadn't moved so quickly as a wave of dizziness came over her.
"Hey, hey!" Cam exclaimed, alarmed at the way she swayed slightly on her feet. He gripped her around her waist to steady her and gently pushed her back into the chair. "Sit down, Doc. You're pale as a ghost." He took her small hands in his larger one. "How do you feel now?"
"Tingly." Carolyn blurted out and turned bright red as he smirked. "And how about we forget I just said that."
"Tell you what, Doc," Cam grinned. "You let me out of here and I'll take you to the mess for some coffee. The walk might get rid of some of the pins and needles."
Carolyn nodded mutely and allowed herself to be hauled to her feet and led from the room.
They were halfway to the commissary when she realised that he still hadn't let go of her hands.
And she was still feeling "tingly".
After effects, she told herself firmly. Had to be. It couldn't be anything to do with the fact that Mitchell was still holding her hand.
Could it?
Anybody get the reference to another episode in there? Huh? BTW, if anyone has any prompts or ideas for further chapters, please send them to me in your review or by PM.
Eva.
