Stargate SG-1: In the Mind's Eye
Following Season 9, Episode 12's glimpse into the memories of LCol Cameron Mitchell, played by Ben Browder. The character experiences similar mental and physical abuse that are similar in many ways to those of John Crichton, a character he played in Farscape.
Following that line of thought and, coupled with his interactions and casual affection for Dr. Carolyn Lam, I introduce this fanfiction where our favorite abused hero is given a much-needed respite by a benevolent writer, me.
He was exhausted. Cameron Mitchell rose from the bunk in his quarters at the Cheyenne Mountain facility that housed the Stargate and along with it the Air Force and civilian units attached to the Stargate project. The facility, really more of a military base of operations, was an old nuclear silo built within a mountain and ran many levels below ground. These levels ranged from quarters, research and development, a fully stocked mess and dining hall, meeting rooms, to the entire level reserved for the Stargate itself.
Raising a hand to stifle a deep yawn, Cam sat up in bed and rubbed at his temples with the other hand. He'd not slept a wink, despite having been awake ever since they'd first arrived on Galera; the headache he'd been plagued with ever since first being aware of the memory associated with the murder of Doctor Reya Varrick remained even still. His heart sunk further into his stomach with that very realization, as the images of their tryst were brought back to mind, and with them, the fleeting ghost of a memory of her murder and his framing.
"I'm getting too old for this shit," Cam muttered the curse, touching the floor with his feet finally and resting his elbows against his knees. He cradled his head in his rough hands, scarred and calloused as they were. The last few days had been harder than most any he could remember, save maybe for the day when he'd first seen his father after the accident or perhaps the incident in the Middle East with the refugee caravan...
Cam rose from the bunk with a haunted expression, walking slowly and stiffly to his wardrobe. With deliberate effort, he forced himself to focus on selecting his daily uniform, the forest green BDU's with SG-1 insignia that he'd worn on nearly a daily basis since taking the position. Blinking sleep from his eyes, even though he had not slept, Cam sat back on the bed and set to tying his boots on.
Please review. Reviews are like muses to we writer-types.