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[sgmitchell.livejournal.com]

Overall? Today was a good day.

Barring the Adria mix up, he'd been having a pretty good time since the mission to go save Christmas, really. Getting out, stretching his legs and making a difference? It'd felt good. And even with the eeriness of the woman, Inara, and the sobering fact that Adria could be in those pods somewhere, the fact was Adria wasn't awakened.

As long as Cam kept moving, he didn't need to think about the possibility that his world was gone, either. So far, he seemed to be doing pretty well. Lately, when he had slept, his dreams had been full of death raining from the sky, of the Ori and Adria and feeling the universe unravel around him (how, he could only explain when his head was clouded with sleep).

Today, his dream had been good. Maybe he was on the right path after all. Cam Mitchell Therapy 101.

But he wasn't about to dwell on that right now. He was feeling good. Good enough that the Sensorium didn't even creep him out when he set up something home-y. Mind, nothing that would compromise homeworld security, but home-y all the same.

After going to that mission, his desire to just see Earth was somewhat quenched--although it certainly was not his own. But familiar still sounded nice, it brought back to his mind thoughts of his dream. Not that he was one to dwell on dreams, but still. Familiar faces.

He didn't program anyone he knew--that would have been a bit creepy--but the familiar trill of a bird he had no idea what was echoed through the spring air, and it was...nice. He meandered over to a makeshift wooden seat, and grabbed up a power bar from his pocket. It was sort of...pathetically simple, really. He'd almost programmed in a village over the hill, but...he found he liked the silence. There was always some sort of humming sound or people on the ship.

Not that the sound of critters or the brook running a few feet ahead of him really counted as silence, but it was...cleaner. More like home.

Cam gave a sudden laugh, and shook his head. "Still not a nature guy." It was just refreshing next to a living alien spaceship.

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[bone1ady.livejournal.com]

"Well yes. That was the general idea." She stood and began walking toward the brook. "Are you coming or are you afraid of getting bit by a duck? If you are, I promise to scare them off if they get too close."

[sgmitchell.livejournal.com]

Crazy woman. Doctor Brennan was a crazy woman. Not that he was afraid of virtual ducks biting him--he'd had worse, and he doubted they were programmed to--but that did not change the fact that her idea of 'feeding ducks' meant 'wading through them'.

He squinted at the woman a moment, before shaking his head and discarding his boots--he was not so out of practice with them that it was a problem--and followed after her. "You'd need to try, Doctor Brennan?"

[bone1ady.livejournal.com]

She's not crazy - he was the one who'd said she needed to let her hair down and relax. Unless he had something else in mind when he'd said that??

Holding her arms out for balance, Tempe stepped into the brook. "Need to try what? The ducks?"

[sgmitchell.livejournal.com]

That wasn't really what he meant. Relaxing did not usually mean adventure. Unless she was like him--in that one, little thing, anyway.

He flashed her a brief smile, before stepping into the brook after her. "Frightening them off."

[bone1ady.livejournal.com]

Mmmmhmmm.

"I could frighten them off," she said as she carefully waded further into the brook. "I can be very intimidating when I wish to be."

[sgmitchell.livejournal.com]

"Oh, I've absolutely no doubt you could manage to frighten off birds if you wanted, Doctor Brennan." Granted, she was missing the point, but it was probably a mercy at this point.

"Feeling spontaneous now?"

[bone1ady.livejournal.com]

Of course she was missing the point - mainly because she hadn't been aware that he was making one. Man-speech completely baffled her.

She turned around, careful not to slip and shot him a questioning look. "Well, I'm in the water aren't I?"

[sgmitchell.livejournal.com]

It's called 'English', Doctor. You may wish to invest in it.

Not that she should have worried about slipping. It wasn't as if he wouldn't have caught her. He wasn't that terrible.

"So you are. In the water, frightening the ducks. There anything more to this plan?" Now, if the creek were deeper than wading water? The plan she seemed to be stumbling through could've gotten interesting.

[bone1ady.livejournal.com]

She does quite well with 'English', it's male-speech she has a problem with.

Tempe's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and she suddenly has the feeling he's mocking her - which she's not really liking. "Oh, I don't know..." she said slowly as though she were thinking it over.

Leaning over, she sent her hand through the water, effectively aiming a nice wave of water in his direction. "Did you mean something like that perhaps?" she asked, flashing him a bright smile.

[sgmitchell.livejournal.com]

No, it's 'normal people' speech she has a problem with.

Mocking? That's arguable. Earlier? Yes. Now...poking fun at, maybe.

Cam managed to bring up an arm to block the majority of the spray, though it still earned an indignant shout. Fake wet or no, that was a low move.

So naturally he responded in kind.

[bone1ady.livejournal.com]

She gasped as the water hit her full on. She stood there for a moment blinking, mainly because she really hadn't expected him to retaliate so quickly.

Looking down at her now wet clothes, Tempe's lips turned down into a frown. OK, she was wearing normal clothes... Would the wetness vanish as soon as she left? Oh she hoped so!

Of course she has to get him back - well something like that! She turned her head slightly away from him and began using both hands to send waves of water at him.

[sgmitchell.livejournal.com]

Then she was grossly underestimating a highly trained Air Force Colonel--with a bit of extra Jaffa tricks up his sleeves, even--and Cam ought to be offended.

Well. She could always take them off, if they didn't.

And that was very mature of her, wasn't it? Flailing at him. But he also fancied himself pretty decent at dodging water missiles, and thus dove out of the way of the assault--returning fire mid-dodge for maximum thrust, naturally. Also because he needed concentration to land without crashing or getting himself soaked.

[bone1ady.livejournal.com]

Obviously she had underestimated him - more than was probably safe. Sneaky, that's what he was!

And... Dream on fly-boy, dreeeeeeeeeeam on!

OK, this was more than Tempe had expected. But she's laughing as she holds her hands out infront of her in an attempt to keep the water from hitting her - obviously it hadn't worked as she's completely soaked, but it was worth the try.

"OK! OK! I give up!" she laughed, turning her back toward the direction of Cam's water splashing.

[sgmitchell.livejournal.com]

Well, he did have the most top-secret job known to mankind. It came with the profile.

He didn't have to, Doctor. He's got plenty of memories to suppliment the idea.

Cam wasn't laughing quite as much as she, but he was grinning, when he sat on the opposite bank, and settled his arms on his knees. And he rested his case, she was far more attractive when she wasn't busy being important.

[bone1ady.livejournal.com]

Well she hoped he had a good memory - just saying.

She waded/dragged herself across the brook and flopped down on the grass beside Cam, and laid back. She reached up, pushing her wet hair off of her face and turned her head a little to look at Cam. "Well that was fun."

[sgmitchell.livejournal.com]

He remembered all of the SG-1 reports he read over a year. In detail. So what do you think?

He leaned back on his elbows, and tossed her a wry grin. "S'not boring, at least. But you frightened off all the ducks, Doctor Brennan."

[squintybonelady.livejournal.com]

She's beginning to wonder just what sort of mind he might have....

Propping an arm under her head, she flashed Cam a smile. "Well I did tell you that I could. And did you notice how not one of them bit you?"

[sgmitchell.livejournal.com]

Well, there really was only one way to know, wasn't thee?

"That you did. Without trying." He tilted his head at the woman. "But now we've got nothing left to feed."

[bone1ady.livejournal.com]

She'll have to think about that one. His mind might worry her.

"I'm that good." She shrugged a shoulder and looked up at the sky, well the fake sensorium sky and watched as the clouds moved by. "Well if feeding ducks was the only reason you came here, I suppose you can always think up more of them. Isn't that the way this place works?"

[sgmitchell.livejournal.com]

Because she'll like it.

He shrugged. That probably was how it worked. He'd rarely used it for leisure before. "D'you want more ducks?"

[bone1ady.livejournal.com]

Maybe, she'd just have to get to know him better to find out if he was right.

She pushed herself up on her elbow and looked at the brook before turning her attention back to him. "What I'd like is to dry out. But ducks wouldn't hurt the landscape any."

[sgmitchell.livejournal.com]

There was that possibility.

He nodded and lo, there were ducks, unperturbed by their proximity. Also a towel. Because in the Sensorium, anyone could be a magician. He grinned, and offered the doctor the virtual towel. "That help any?"

[bone1ady.livejournal.com]

Pushing herself up so she was sitting again. Tempe quickly peeled off her soaking wet long sleeved shirt and tossed it to the side -- though she was wearing a tank top under, so don't get any perv ideas, Cam.

"Thank you," she said and took the towel and began drying her arms off. "The ducks are a nice touch," she said, her gaze shifting to the peaceful ducks who were swimming nearby.

[sgmitchell.livejournal.com]

Because soaked tanktops left so much to imagination and recent memories, of coure.

"Thanks. Thought about a swan, but then it might get a bit cramped and awkward. And then the ducks would be jealous."

[bone1ady.livejournal.com]

Well it's not her fault his mind seems to live in the gutter.

She smiled, shaking her head as she lifted the towel to her head to dry her hair off - well make it so it wasn't dripping everywhere. "Well aren't you nice to think of the non existant feelings of fake ducks."

Giving up on drying anything else, she set the towel off to the side and ran her fingers through her still damp hair. "So what else can you imagine up?"