Written for the drabble tree challenge over at the samcameron livejournal community; however, all of these drabbles are gen.
These drabbles are all standalones.
no such thing as perfect
by alessandriana
"I could have you court-martialed for disobeying a direct order," Landry said, crouching down in front of Mitchell.
"Go ahead, sir," Mitchell said, not lifting his head from where it was propped on his knees. His voice came out muffled. "It would probably be a relief."
Landry sighed, anger evaporating. To be honest, he hadn't been all that angry at Mitchell in the first place. Angry at the Ori, on the other hand...
"You did what you could," he said. "And you got our men out alive."
"Our men, sir. No one else's. The rest of PX3-449 is gone." Cameron raised his head, looking Landry in the eye.
"You can't take care of the whole universe, Mitchell," Landry said. "Sometimes all you can do is look out for the men around you."
"That isn't good enough!" Cameron exploded, slamming his hand into the wall behind him. It took a second for the pain to hit, and then he flinched, curling around his already-broken fist.
"Then find a way to make it good enough, Mitchell," Landry said. He levered himself to his feet, knees crackling as he stood. "God, I'm getting too old for this," he said, mostly to himself. Then he reached down a hand. "Now, come on. Let's get you back to the infirmary. Your team was getting worried."
