1. "I'm sorry, Mom. I know I said I'd be home for Christmas this year, but I can't...no, it's not work. It's...someone needs me. It's kind of a personal emergency."
2. Cam bolted the door behind him and turned around, ignoring the baleful glare from the cabin's other occupant. "Look," he said, "if you don't want me to go to Landry, then this is your only other option. It's you, me, and this cabin until you are clean."
3. Cam licked his lips, mouth dry. "I'll do whatever you want," he said hoarsely, and tried not to think about what that meant. About what he would be asked to do. About the way his skin crawled beneath Lachis's gaze. "Just leave them alone."
4. "I don't really see that I have a choice, Sam. I kill the Minister, or they kill Jackson." Cam snapped a cartridge into the rifle and looked up at her, half-determined, half-pleading. "It's not like this guy is an angel. You saw those photos. You know what he did to those people. You can't tell me you think he's worth Jackson's life."
And one thing he wouldn't
Cam could feel the expression of shock take over his face despite his best efforts. She had looked tired when she first reappeared, yes, but he'd assumed it was because she'd been busy. They were all busy, even now. He hadn't suspected... "Vala. You can't just give up."
Vala smiled wearily. "It's not giving up, Cameron. At the very best--even with all of your wonderful medical technology--I've only got six months left, and for most of it I'll be completely crippled, unable to even feed myself. I'm not willing to live like that. I want to go out on my own terms."
She had always lived life on her own terms. He could understand that. But... "I'm sorry. I just can't."
Warnings for implied non-con and impending major character death
Four things Cam would do for his team
1. "I'm sorry, Mom. I know I said I'd be home for Christmas this year, but I can't...no, it's not work. It's...someone needs me. It's kind of a personal emergency."
2. Cam bolted the door behind him and turned around, ignoring the baleful glare from the cabin's other occupant. "Look," he said, "if you don't want me to go to Landry, then this is your only other option. It's you, me, and this cabin until you are clean."
3. Cam licked his lips, mouth dry. "I'll do whatever you want," he said hoarsely, and tried not to think about what that meant. About what he would be asked to do. About the way his skin crawled beneath Lachis's gaze. "Just leave them alone."
4. "I don't really see that I have a choice, Sam. I kill the Minister, or they kill Jackson." Cam snapped a cartridge into the rifle and looked up at her, half-determined, half-pleading. "It's not like this guy is an angel. You saw those photos. You know what he did to those people. You can't tell me you think he's worth Jackson's life."
And one thing he wouldn't
Cam could feel the expression of shock take over his face despite his best efforts. She had looked tired when she first reappeared, yes, but he'd assumed it was because she'd been busy. They were all busy, even now. He hadn't suspected... "Vala. You can't just give up."
Vala smiled wearily. "It's not giving up, Cameron. At the very best--even with all of your wonderful medical technology--I've only got six months left, and for most of it I'll be completely crippled, unable to even feed myself. I'm not willing to live like that. I want to go out on my own terms."
She had always lived life on her own terms. He could understand that. But... "I'm sorry. I just can't."