And now for the lovely; CAMERON MITCHEL!
Me: Now Cam if you could please introduce the chapter and add the disclaimer.
Cam: YES! I finally get my own chapter! Oh, and TNS aka the lovely Tel Nok Shock, does not own Stargate SG1. Though she owns plenty of plot ideas for it!
Me: Aaaw, you think I'm lovely! And now on with the chapter!
Claudia: I take zero responsibility for this one.
Caramel the plot bunny: That's because I'm the one who came up with this plot!
Two times Cam wanted cookies and the one time he got them. This is written a bit different than my usually style but I'm experimenting! Hope everyone likes it!
One
He's six years old and peering over the edge of the counter at the small blue platter of coconut macaroons Grandma made for the visit that is almost empty save for the one cookie left since the cousins took the rest. He bites his bottom lip and stretches his arm trying to grab the edge, tantalizingly out of reach for his small six year old limb. The screen door banged open and Cam jerked his arm back as one of the farm hands came in with a small crate of fruit. Not seeing the small boy he reached and grabbed the cookie before leaving the kitchen and a sad Cam behind.
Two
Now he's nine and Grandma is sick. "We'll make some cookies when I'm better," Grandma promised before she left for the hospital. Two months later she died and Cam grew numb. At her funeral all he could think was 'you promised' and felt guilty for it. Back at the farm during the wake there was food, all homemade. All except for the cookies, which were store bought and gone by the time he made himself get something to eat.
Three
Now he's thirty-five and injured. He was in the infirmary, again, after the whole Ori/Replicator reading the report. Cam leaned his head back and groaned. Sam visits with a brown paper bag that's warm and nice smelling. They talk and as usual, aggravate his injuries on accident. She hands him the bag and he smiles broadly at what lies within it. "Macaroons," he says grinning, not really hearing what comes after beyond a "thank you" from him and a kiss on the cheek from her. He pulls one out and inhales deeply before demolishing half the bag in sheer glee.
He finally got his cookies.
Me: Well that went better than I thought it would! And to my darling sorta/almost fiance Guest, if I asked permission first then do you think the books would let me marry you? And on a completely random note: 51 REVIEWS! EEEEEK! THANKS YOU GUYS!
CPB (Caramel the plot bunny): Yay! Can I plan the wedding?!
Claudia: No way Fur Face I was here first!
*sigh* the joys of having two muses. Anyway please review and this was written on a caffeine high so please excuse, well, everything.