#scriptdust:asks

[duefaith-a]

          // @scriptdust​ ( john sheppard ) sent,  ❝  that’s not going away any time soon.  ❞

          He can offer no disagreement. Through the viewport, a ship lingers in lower, geosynchronous orbit, a barrier to their own purposes. Whatever the reasons for its presence, their proven poor luck is unlikely offer no easy way out, a convenient early departure. Not if precedent is anything to judge by. Cam leans forward over the console, chin balanced upon his hand ( not out of disinterest, mind; merely a grim, fatigued resignation ). He straightens, however, at Sheppard’s confirmation of his own suspicions, mustering the resolve for action.    

          ❛ Right. Guess that means we’re going in anyways, huh? Shall we? ❜    Though he phrases it as a question, he knows there’s no debate to be had, no other options save to see this though, inconveniences or not. After a few moments, he adds,    ❛ Since we’ve got uninvited company, any thoughts on what I should expect on the ground? ❜    He’s on Sheppard’s turf, after all, and even though he’s compulsively read every report he could get his hands on in preparation for their little jaunt to Pegasus ( a form of compensation for lack of experience that has lingered as a habit, no matter the plentiful, practical experience gleaned in the preceding years with SG-1 ), he knows he’s no true expert here.

[duefaith-a]

         // @scriptdust​​  ( john sheppard )  sent,  ❝ i need to know what happened. ❞

          Don’t we all, Cam thinks to himself as he shakes his head to clear it. Vision remains blurry despite his efforts, and a wave of nausea sweeps over him, staying any intention he had of clambering to his feet.

          ❛ ‘M not sure I know. ❜    All is hazy, even the knock on the head. He’d seen nothing, nothing he can remember, though given the state of his head Cam suspects his memory is less than reliable.    ❛ Either didn’t see anything, or don’t remember. ❜    He swallows through a dry throat, manages a weak laugh that he instantly regrets.    ❛ Got hit pretty hard on the head, though. Think I’m pretty confident about that. Rest is fuzzy though. ❜

          Get a grip, Mitchell, and get up, his subconscious chides him. Be useful. But he’d much rather sleep. That in and of itself rings warning bells.    ❛ Go — I’ll be okay, and I’m sure as hell not gonna be any use to you like this. I’d say ‘be careful,’ but I figure that goes with the job. ❜

[duefaith-a]

          // @scriptdust​  ( john sheppard )  sent,  ❝ there's so much you don't know. ❞

         ❛ Yeah, I kinda figured. ❜    Calm, Cameron, he appeals to himself, reining in his irritation. There’s no time for displays of temper, for distraction.    ❛ Perfectly used to being the ‘new guy’ who doesn’t know what’s going on and is always in over his head. That’s all good by me. But maybe let’s skip to the part where someone fills me in? ❜    It’s not that he minds the not knowing; he knows more than most might give him credit for, knowledge fueled by reading each and every report he could get his hands on — which, with his security clearance, has been most. Yet he’s no fool; he knows the sorts of things that don’t make it onto the official record, no matter how his inclination to abide by the rules squirms at the knowledge. 

          No, what troubles him is not the not knowing. It’s the way in which he can’t help until he knows the lay of the land.    ❛ Without the Daedalus, I’m not exactly going anywhere. ❜    The ship was nearly a week overdue, a fact which continued to nag in the back of his mind no matter what else he attempted to distract himself with.    ❛ I’ve got time. I’d just as soon make myself useful. I hate sitting around doing nothing. ❜