When, early on, he perceived the extent of Cam’s admiration for DanielJackson. O’Neill had surely not foreseen this possibility when he authorized Mitchell’s assignment as leader of SG-1. This was clearly a “man-crush” of large proportions. Also, clearly, destined to go no further. Whatever might have transpired between O’Neill and himself, DanielJackson’s interests clearly did not lie with ColonelMitchell.
When Cam disappeared from the party on Galar with Dr. Reya Varrick. She was an attractive woman, but Teal’c had not thought that Mitchell, as the Tau’ri would say, “swung in that fashion”.
When he heard the story, from ColonelCarter, about the manner in which Mitchell charged up the hill, unaccompanied and under intense fire, determined to rescue Teal’c from Ba’al’s mothership. It was insanity. It was heroic. It was...endearing.
When Mitchell came to Teal’c’s quarters, muttering and flushing, stammering and shifting from foot to foot. One eyebrow went up at this odd behavior, and the other one went up when the impact of Cam’s words finally got through. Teal’c gave in to temptation, and took Cam into his bed. He never regretted having done so, and he trusted that Cam felt the same. Their friendship flourished under these new and most satisfactory conditions.
When team poker night devolved into a game of strip poker under the weight of the alcohol being consumed. The first time Cam had to remove an article of clothing, he promptly took off both his boots, unzipped his jeans, and began pushing them down his legs. “What?” he grinned, stepping out of the pants and tossing them over the arm of a nearby chair. “Nothing you haven’t all seen before.” He shoved his feet back into his boots, and sat back down at the table, nearly overbalancing his chair. “Anyway, it’s inevitable, right?”
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When, early on, he perceived the extent of Cam’s admiration for DanielJackson. O’Neill had surely not foreseen this possibility when he authorized Mitchell’s assignment as leader of SG-1. This was clearly a “man-crush” of large proportions. Also, clearly, destined to go no further. Whatever might have transpired between O’Neill and himself, DanielJackson’s interests clearly did not lie with ColonelMitchell.
When Cam disappeared from the party on Galar with Dr. Reya Varrick. She was an attractive woman, but Teal’c had not thought that Mitchell, as the Tau’ri would say, “swung in that fashion”.
When he heard the story, from ColonelCarter, about the manner in which Mitchell charged up the hill, unaccompanied and under intense fire, determined to rescue Teal’c from Ba’al’s mothership. It was insanity. It was heroic. It was...endearing.
When Mitchell came to Teal’c’s quarters, muttering and flushing, stammering and shifting from foot to foot. One eyebrow went up at this odd behavior, and the other one went up when the impact of Cam’s words finally got through. Teal’c gave in to temptation, and took Cam into his bed. He never regretted having done so, and he trusted that Cam felt the same. Their friendship flourished under these new and most satisfactory conditions.
When team poker night devolved into a game of strip poker under the weight of the alcohol being consumed. The first time Cam had to remove an article of clothing, he promptly took off both his boots, unzipped his jeans, and began pushing them down his legs. “What?” he grinned, stepping out of the pants and tossing them over the arm of a nearby chair. “Nothing you haven’t all seen before.” He shoved his feet back into his boots, and sat back down at the table, nearly overbalancing his chair. “Anyway, it’s inevitable, right?”