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fic for evesharmony: The Year That Was (2/2)

Notes/pairing/etc in part one



John hovers, a couple of feet out of Cam’s personal space bubble, and it doesn’t matter, because he can feel John’s eyes on him as he walks through his parents’ house, like John’s waiting for him to crack up. Cam feels like he’s waiting for himself to crack up as well, feels like this should be the tipping point, a year on, in a home that’s not his any more.

Instead, he gets Mr. Lockwood’s voice from the front room. “Boys. You should see this.”

John smiles a little, mouthing boys? at Cam, who can’t quite make himself smile back. It’s too familiar.

And then he doesn’t want to smile at all, because there are scout ships on the TV screen, being followed by F-16s, and that means there are al’kesh in orbit, and that has to mean Ba’al is there, or coming.

John makes a startled, strangled noise next to him. “Fuck,” he says, very softly, then, “Uh, sorry, sir.”

Mr. Lockwood huffs out a laugh. “Just saying what I was thinking, son.”

“It’s actually real,” John says. Cam glances over at him. He’s watching Cam with an intent, unreadable expression.

“Yeah,” Cam says, and tries not to notice the way his own hands are shaking when he pulls out his cell, calls up the Air Force to say I told you so, because he shouldn’t be happy about this, about the end of the world coming all over again, but he can’t help the tiny part of him that goes weak with relief at the thought of seeing Sam and Jackson again.

*

John comes along when the airman dispatched to pick Cam up shows up; Cam thinks this is mainly because no-one thinks to ask if he should until they’re already on the road, and Cam’s not going to say no. He knows how it feels to know and be unable to do anything.

One of the many things he appreciates about John is how fast he moves past surprise, or just puts it aside, and this time is no exception. He says, “alien spaceships,” a couple of times, sounding wondrous and a little freaked out, and, “where are we going again?” and that’s it. All the rest is reasonable questions about what they’re going to do, and where the spaceships came from, and other stuff that Cam doesn’t have the answers to.

When the car finally stops, the first thing Cam sees is Sam, dressed in civvies, hair loose, wearing new glasses, and he’s frozen for a long moment, something inside him splintering open with overwhelming relief.

Then John pokes him sharply in his thigh and says, “I thought you were going to save the world,” and it’s so normal Cam can’t help laughing.

He still hugs Sam to him, way too tight, then Jackson as well when he spots him, leaning back against the wall. Jackson makes a surprised noise against Cam’s chest, but he returns the hug willingly enough, and Cam figures he’s missed them as much as Cam has. It’s only when the two of them break apart that he catches the sly look on Sam’s face, one that isn’t directed at him.

John’s hanging back by the car, looking more uncomfortable than Cam’s ever seen him, in either reality. This is going to be a little awkward, though probably no more awkward than being introduced to the stargate program by activating an Ancient control chair. It’s a pity this John hasn’t actually gone through that.

“John, these are the two people I –“ He stops, realizing that there are a lot of people here who shouldn’t know that he told John the truth. Although, it’s possibly too late to worry about that, since John’s here. He clears his throat. “This is Dr Daniel Jackson, and this is Colonel Samantha Carter.”

“Yeah, I –“ John blinks, laughs a little. “Sorry, it’s just…”

“You thought I was a dead astronaut,” Sam fills in wryly, and John shrugs, looking sheepish. Cam can’t help the questioning look he gives John, though he doesn’t know why he’s surprised to learn that John’s interested enough in space flight to recognize a woman out of context years after her death was in the news.

A young man in a suit is hovering, looking half a step from just grabbing one of them by the elbow and dragging them away. “President Hayes is waiting,” he says into the moment of silence.

“Well, we wouldn’t want to keep President Hayes waiting,” Jackson says, and Cam doesn’t care that the world could be about to end, he can’t stop grinning.

John steps close to him as they walk through the command center, like he’s just realized what Cam has, which is that John has no reason to be there at all, and it can only be a matter of time before someone throws him out. “Do they know me?” he asks, low-voiced. “In your timeline?”

“Yeah,” Cam says, wishing he’d told John some of his own history with the stargate program. It’ll have to come after they save the world. “You work for the SGC as well.”

“With you?” John frowns, and Cam wonders if he’s thinking of the same thing Cam is, the day Cam showed up in his office and said, you look like someone I used to know.

“Not even close,” Cam tells him.

“In a whole other galaxy, actually,” Jackson says, and the look he’s giving Cam is knowing and smug. Cam just knows he’s going to be hearing about this for months to come, possibly years. He really can’t feel bad about that.

John looks like he’s about to ask another question, but he doesn’t get the chance, because they’re walking into the command bunker, and President Hayes is too busy talking over any catching up they might have done, telling them to help or get out. Cam doesn’t blame Jackson for wanting to take up door number 2, after a year of being shut out until they’re needed again, but the truth is, they’re needed, and they’ve none of them ever been able to say no to that.

Hayes looks revoltingly smug as he talks about the second stargate, under the ice, about building a facility down in McMurdo. Cam’s glad for Jackson’s anger and betrayal, the way it covers his own instinctive shudder at the mention of Antarctica, a place that’s never going to have anything but bad memories. He feels John go tense next to him, remembers that this John spent two years down there, finishing out his career, and probably doesn’t think back on it all that fondly either.

Hayes is still rambling on about how the base is nearly operational, and how, in another timeline, he handled a similar problem (the self-congratulation clearly implied), and it’s not until Sam says, “Well, to be fair, it was actually the Ancient weapons platform in Antarctica that saved us,” that Cam really starts paying proper attention to the conversation again.

“Exactly,” Hayes says, like he’s one step from giving Sam a gold star and calling her a good girl. “Shouldn’t it still be there?”

“It’s under a mile of ice,” Sam points out before Cam can.

“The army corps of engineers have been drilling at the coordinates you gave us for the last three months,” Hayes says. “We’re not quite there yet, but we’re close.”

“Even so, its power source is almost depleted,” Sam says. “We’d need a fully charged zero point module.”

“Teanos,” Jackson says, because of course he still has all this stuff in his head. “There’s no reason it shouldn’t still be there.

“We’d have to steal a cargo ship,” Cam says, which makes John stiffen all over again, surprise this time, probably. Cam ducks his head, hiding his grin, especially when Jackson points out that they’ve done this before. It makes them sound like intergalactic space pirates.

“Once we recover the ZPM, we can gate straight back to Earth, because the stargate’s already in Antarctica,” Sam finishes. “We’ll just need someone with the Ancient gene to –“

“Operate the chair,” Cam says, turning to look at John a moment before Sam and Jackson catch on.

John’s eyes go wide with apprehension, and Hayes, finally noticing he’s there, says, “And who exactly are you?”

*

An hour later, Cam’s watching Jackson climb awkwardly into the back of Sam’s F-15, John already strapped in behind Cam in their plane.

“I really think you should let me fly,” John says, not for the first time.

Cam rolls his eyes, knowing John can’t see him. “You’re not even in the Air Force any more,” he points out.

“Neither are you,” John grumbles.

“Not here,” Cam agrees. “Besides, I’m the one who knows where we’re going.”

“Yeah, because I’d never manage to navigate for myself, what with the way F-15s are built without any kind of guidance system whatsoever,” John says, sarcasm coming through loud and clear in the mic.

“You just – sit back there and contemplate the role you’re about to have in saving the galaxy,” Cam says.

“With my magic alien gene,” John says, sounding just as freaked out as he had the first time Cam explained it to him, with a little more help than he really wanted from Jackson.

“Yep,” Cam says cheerfully, because how can he not be cheerful, when he’s got two fifths of his team back, he’s flying, he’s about to go off on some crazed mission to another planet, and, oh yeah, he’s got John Sheppard backing him up while he does it. They’ll have this whole Ba’al thing licked within the week.

Which is, of course, the moment that an airman calls up to let him know that Ba’al’s ships have arrived.

*

Cam knows what’s coming as soon as the stand by for an encoded message comes through their headsets. Well, not exactly what’s coming, but it’s the details that are the surprise, not the fact of bad news.

“Destroyed?” John echoes, sounding more stunned than he did by alien spaceships over Earth, and Cam remembers that he spent two years in Antarctica, probably knows people down there who died when the ships fired on the facility. Not that it’ll matter now – with the Ancient chair destroyed, the people in Antarctica will probably be the lucky ones, the ones who go out in a blaze of glorious lights, rather than torture on a Goa’uld ship.

“What further instructions can there be, other than kiss your ass goodbye?” Sam asks, echoing Cam’s thoughts.

“What now?” John asks as Cam turns his fighter, heading back the way they’ve just come.

Cam shakes his head, though John probably can’t see him. He wants to say that he’s sorry: for Ba’al being here, for not being able to stop it. For bringing about the destruction of the world that John knows, and for dragging John into a front row seat for all of it. For how they’re going to die, the fact of it and the way of it, for trying to scrape out some happiness from the mess of what should have been his life, and lying to John, and telling him the truth.

“Wait for someone to come up with Plan B,” he says instead, and doesn’t think about how it should be him and Sam and Jackson coming up with the plan.

*

It gets worse, and Cam’d forgotten how it feels to be up in a jet and unable to do anything but fly, evasive maneuvers while one of their escorts catches the first blast of weapons fire and goes out in a ball of flame. How it feels to watch a place be destroyed thousands of feet below, helpless to stop it, to think of the people down there who are terrified and just as helpless, waiting for the end.

John’s silent in the co-pilot seat as they change direction, heading for Russia and the last hope for saving the world – again. Cam can’t tell if it’s because he has nothing to say, or just nothing to say that he wants to say with Sam and Jackson and their escort listening in. He knows his own silence is for the latter, words they never said that he wants to but that he knows shouldn’t be said with the end so close and an audience.

And then it’s too late, even if he wanted to, because there are fighters coming at them, and Cam sinks into the cold still place that aerial fights always drop him into. He knows that if he was to close his eyes, he’d see ice and the golden burn of the exploding Goa’uld ships, so strong that he twitches, reminds himself that this isn’t then, that he can still feel his legs. That this time he’s the one asking people to die for the mission, not the one doing the dying.

He doesn’t even know their names, but that doesn’t change the way something inside him breaks, watching their escort take on the fighters and fail, just to give SG1 a chance.

He can feel John’s distress behind him, the burden of command that never goes away, even when he’s not in command any more.

“I’m sorry,” he says, quiet enough that no-one will hear over the sound of the battle outside. Not unless they’re listening.

*

The back-of-the-lorry ride to the Russian stargate is painfully reminiscent of Cam’s first few trips in his yellow Mustang, rattling through potholes until his teeth hurt. Jackson’s up front with the driver, out of conversation range, and Sam’s in her science head-space, just as much out of range. Cam’s hands are starting to tremble – exhaustion and crashing adrenaline, and he’d give anything to sleep through the journey. It won’t happen now, not without a victory or some really good drugs to knock him out.

“Even if you can steal a ship and find a ZPM,” John says finally, when the driver announces that they’re nearly there. “The Ancient weapons platform was in Antarctica, it’s been destroyed. How’s any of that going to help?” He sounds more curious than anything else, but it’s the first time he’s spoken in hours.

When Cam glances over, John’s looking down at his hands, slumped over, and Cam knows he’s already figured out the answer.

*

The ridiculous thing is, even knowing he’s a bad guy now, even knowing he’s landed an al’kesh on the roof of their last hope and probably wants to kill them all, Cam still feels a rush of weak-kneed relief when the figure on the other end of his gun turns and it’s Teal’c. It means he’s not dead, and, okay, bad guy, but O’Neill brought him over from the Goa’uld before, and maybe they can do it again. And if Teal’c isn’t dead, then maybe Vala isn’t either, and sure, that probably just means they’ll all get to die together, but if they’re going to die anyway, he’d rather die with his team.

Except that Teal’c doesn’t know him now, Teal’c is working for Ba’al now, in exchange for the freedom of his people, which Cam sure as hell can’t offer in this reality and, oh yeah, Ba’al’s been killed, which is good, but by his queen, Qetesh, which is very much in the bad column.

Also, Jackson’s going to have a field day explaining all this to John, assuming they survive that long.

*

“Time machine,” John mutters on the other side of the gate, once Teal’c’s been persuaded not to kill Cam after all, because, as it turns out, they *can* offer the freedom of the Jaffa people, just, okay, not in this reality, exactly. Cam’s totally on board with going back to the reality they should be in.

He’s not going to think about how that reality includes a John Sheppard who’s really barely his friend, and who lives in another galaxy. There’s no universe where he wouldn’t make that trade, and no universe where John wouldn’t make it as well.

He comes over to stand with Cam and Jackson while Sam takes her customary ten seconds to intuit the workings of a device she’s never seen before in her life. He’s twitchier than Cam can ever remember him being, keeps looking over his shoulder at Teal’c.

“You sure we can trust him?” he asks.

Cam can’t help the grin when he looks over and sees Teal’c standing waiting for them. “We can trust him,” he says. “He’s saved my life more times than I can count.”

John nods, looking unconvinced. “Okay. Cos he just held a gun to your head.”

“He’s just makin’ a point,” Cam says easily, and that’s when a galaxy of stars appears above their heads.

“Wow,” John says softly. When Cam looks over at him, he’s staring up at the hologram, face softened with wonder. This is all completely new to him, Cam thinks. This is how he looked when he sat in the Ancient chair.

The thought makes it a hell of a lot easier to hope, though there’s no reason why it should.

“They’re satellites,” Sam says, watching a sun zoom down in front of them. “Looking for solar flares to intersect with the gate dialing. It’s the only way to travel through time.”

She looks at John as she says it, and Cam remembers – her John got sent 48,000 years into the future by a solar flare, than bounced back after 700 years in stasis with another, just in time to change the future. Not that it did any good, that future gone as surely as everything else.

“Great,” Cam says, pulling her attention back. “Which button do we press?”

“I think it’s a little more complicated than that,” Jackson says, the same smug, decade-of-stargate-experience tone that Cam’s always hated.

“Actually, not much,” Sam says, which makes John laugh. “We just need to choose a time and place before Ba’al can put his plan into action.”

And, as if she’s conjured it into being with her words, a set of rings appears.

“They are here,” Teal’c says, as if anyone, even John who’s never seen them before, could possibly not realize what they mean.

“Sam…” Cam says, urgency crawling unpleasantly through his veins. He hates this part, the moment before the fighting starts, the wait.

“If you want to go back to the cretaceous period, we can go right now,” Sam snaps, eyes on the computer. “Otherwise we have to wait for a flare that’s capable of sending us back to a time and place that’s a little more useful.”

Cam’s already turning away, handing off his side-arm to Jackson, John right there with them, Teal’c and his Jaffa buddies up ahead, the flash of light as the rings activate, and this, Cam can do. Hold them off while Sam does her thing, welcome to life on SG1.

One thing he’ll say for ring transporters, they do make it easy to pick off an invading force: limited numbers, all grouped together, and sure, staff blasts hurt like a bitch, but they’ve got a damn big pillar to hide behind.

A couple more go rounds, he’s thinking as the rings activate for the third time, peering down his weapon at the incoming Jaffa, and they’ll have made it.

“I’ve found one!” Sam shouts into the brief pause as the last of the third group goes down. “But you’re not going to like it.”

John slams a second magazine into his nine millimeter. “Why not?” Cam asks.

“It’ll send us back to 1929.”

No, she’s right, Cam’s not keen on that. “It’s ten years too soon.”

The rings activate again, half a dozen more Jaffa.

“Well, it’ll have to do, because I’m just about out of bullets,” Jackson yells over the sound of staff blasts discharging, and Cam turns to Sam to say okay, do it. It’s John’s inarticulate yell of shock that stops him, and then he sees what John did – Jackson’s not ducking, he’s falling, he’s hit, a burning hole and –

Sam doesn’t even wait for him to say yes, which is good, because he’s pretty sure his mind’s too frozen with shock to find the word. This isn’t happening, this isn’t how it’s supposed to go. They all make it, they’re a team.

“Once I dial the stargate, we’ll have less than twenty seconds to get through,” Sam calls down.

John shouts again, right next to him, and tosses his weapon away. He’s empty-handed, totally defenseless.

“Dial it up and get your ass down here,” Cam shouts up to Sam. Sam who doesn’t have a weapon either, who gave it to Daniel, and all they have to do is get through the gate and this will be over. Wiped away for something better.

He barely sees the blast that hits her, camouflaged by the woosh of the gate. She goes down without a sound – it’s Cam who screams, for her, then for Teal’c.

Twenty seconds. “Teal’c, let’s go.”

Less, and he knows, four years fighting at the guy’s side, he knows Teal’c isn’t going to come.

And just for a second, he doesn’t want to go either. He’s lived a year without them, and he’s going to be living out at least a decade, before Ba’al shows up and they can stop him, and he doesn’t want to go without them.

Except that there’s more than him at stake here, the fate of the world hanging on what he does, and he grew up with the good of the many over the good of the few.

The gate glows blue, last chance to change this for the them who are coming, even if he can’t change it for the them who are here.

Cam grabs John’s wrist, feels him stumble over the steps up to the gate –

And jumps.
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Very cool. The beginning is lovely, the way Cam looks up John and then hesitates even though he's not in the Air Force, and the way John actually managed to find some sort of peace outside of the Air Force (though he still prefers to avoid all emotional conversations). I really like the way John gets worked into the events of the movie--how they justified including him in the mission and how he handled it, and the reactions from Jackson and Carter (and oh, isn't it too bad they won't remember!). Should make for a nicer ten years for Cam, too.
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the way Cam looks up John and then hesitates even though he's not in the Air Force

Yeah, kind of a combination of habits that are hard to break, and not wanting to admit that it doesn't matter any more.
This was great, oh anonymous author (heh). There's lots of nice little moments, but I especially like when Cam tells John the truth, and pretty much everything when they reunite with the team. It's good to think that Cam will have someone with him when he's stuck in the past, instead of being alone. The poor guy really seems to have bad luck with getting stranded in time
oh anonymous author (heh)

Are you trying to imply I'm predicatable?! :o)

I especially like when Cam tells John the truth, and pretty much everything when they reunite with the team.

Thank you - those were pretty much my favourite parts to write.
I really like how subtle this AU starts, just Cam deciding he'll spend a tiny bit of time looking someone up, no big deal, and suddenly it balloons into two people going back in time successfully. It's like the show's AUs where you know they just made one or two different choices and the whole universe split off and Teal'c stayed with Apophis because he never met Jack and it's always so interesting to me to see where they all are when there's no Stargate (or sometimes even if there is one).

Also, yay for John/Cam!
Thank you!

I really like how subtle this AU starts, just Cam deciding he'll spend a tiny bit of time looking someone up, no big deal, and suddenly it balloons into two people going back in time successfully.

Apparently John's irresistible in any universe :o)
Oh, I can't even express how much I love this. John being so broken- and without Atlantis to save him, like you said- and Cam being just as broken.

And YES YES YES to John being the one to operate the chair, if they'd gotten there! I remember watching it and going who the hell is going to actually operate the thing, because I don't believe Cam or Sam or Daniel actually HAVE the gene, and then it was a moot point anyway, but WHAT a plot hole! :D
Thank you!

I remember watching it and going who the hell is going to actually operate the thing, because I don't believe Cam or Sam or Daniel actually HAVE the gene, and then it was a moot point anyway, but WHAT a plot hole!

Tell me about it! I guess there's an argument to be made for Daniel having it after his encounter with the Ancient memory storage device, but seriously - way to make it obvious that they were never going to get that far!
This was great. I really like that in this AU Mitchell hooked up with Sheppard, and that he won't be alone in the past.
Thank you!
Oh, Cam. At least he's got John to keep him company now.
At least he's got John to keep him company now.

I can't decide if that'd go well or horribly badly for them - on the one hand, I can see them deciding to embrace their sudden visit to the 1930s, and on the other, I can see them both being really bitter, and ending up hating each other.
That was great! You really added to my enjoyment of Continuum and also my understanding of Cam. I love the way you wrote him - how he's frustrated but accepting at the same time, and the way he does his duty even when everything is against him. Your John is both the JS we know and also somehow more mysterious even as he's more emotionally open. I really want to know how it turned out for them. Is there any chance of a small epilogue, like when Cam looks at the picture of his grandfather's friend? Or maybe some other way to know that they had some kind of happily ever after?
Thank you!

I really want to know how it turned out for them. Is there any chance of a small epilogue, like when Cam looks at the picture of his grandfather's friend? Or maybe some other way to know that they had some kind of happily ever after?

If I knew, I'd tell you, but I can't decide if I think they'd embrace the 1930s and have fun, or if they'd end up hating each other because they were stuck together and resented knowing they were only there to do one thing and then live out their lives in the wrong place.

Obviously, I'd prefer to imagine the former :o)

bruinsfan

8 years ago

bluflamingo

8 years ago

Oh, wow. This is awesome. I'm kinda wishing that the actual film turned out like this, you know? Because I hate how lonely they are in that, and this fixes it in the best way. And I'm also glad that Cam didn't spend another ten years by himself, missing his entire team. Win.
Thank you!

I'm kinda wishing that the actual film turned out like this, you know?

Yeah, I wish *someone* had gone with him. It's such a sad way to end it all.

dirty_diana

8 years ago

bluflamingo

8 years ago

scrollgirl

8 years ago

Oh God, this was brilliant. And I agree with others that I wish this is how the movie had really turned out, because Cam deserved a bit of happiness and him and John being stuck in the past *together* would've been way less hellish. Also, man, if you ever decided to write about those 10 years, I would be forever in your debt.

Love the flirtation, Cam nearly crying in the plane, the easy coming together, the way John lets Cam keep his secrets and quietly promising to stay. *pets them* So wonderful.
Oh yeah, and you do a brilliant job of making it plausible for John to come along with Cam and Sam and Daniel. Made perfect sense!

bluflamingo

8 years ago

bruinsfan

8 years ago

bluflamingo

8 years ago

bruinsfan

8 years ago

bluflamingo

8 years ago

scrollgirl

8 years ago

bluflamingo

8 years ago

scrollgirl

8 years ago

bluflamingo

8 years ago

scrollgirl

8 years ago

This was great!
Thank you!
EEEEE Now you have to write John and Cam running a prohibition speakeasy for the next ten years! And two John's when they stop Ba'al's bomb, and the timeline springs back into place. Then the Next fifty years laying low and the whole thing when Cam has to be his own grandfather...*snerk*

It's fantastic, vintage cam/john, with all the right touches and feelings.
Now you have to write John and Cam running a prohibition speakeasy for the next ten years!

No! No! No! Please, don't tempt me (like I really need tempting...)

Thanks for commenting!
God, I loved this!

I have been in such a funk since "Vegas" aired. I think I've been in an accelerated state of mourning for the characater of John Sheppard and the show.

This was sad, but I loved how it was Cam and John who survived to change things. Just glad they survived.

I just thought of something... Has anyone thought of writing a fic with Cam/John in the AU of Vegas? Hmmm....
Thank you!

Has anyone thought of writing a fic with Cam/John in the AU of Vegas? Hmmm....

Yeah, me. Cos I need more ideas!
Oh man oh man... that loneliness a the beginning, that is palpable, almost! And that cathartic trip to Kansas, where Cam names the truth and is about ready to set it aside, and it comes crashing down on them. Cam would hate being alone, hate being trapped. I'm so glad you let him have John.

This is lovely.
Thank you!

Cam would hate being alone, hate being trapped. I'm so glad you let him have John.

it should really have had a canon compliant ending, with Cam on his own again, since the requestor said angst, but when I got there, I just couldn't do it - too depressing.
Oh I loved this. Especially when the initial awkwardness gave way to flirtation, and when John staked his claim in front of Mrs. Anderson.

Poor Mrs. Anderson. Not only are her matrimonial aims thwarted by the surprise hot gay pilot, but with them jumping back in time to head off Ba'al's invasion she won't even get to enjoy watching Mustang Washing Day on hot summers...
Thank you!

Not only are her matrimonial aims thwarted by the surprise hot gay pilot, but with them jumping back in time to head off Ba'al's invasion she won't even get to enjoy watching Mustang Washing Day on hot summers...

Plus, Earth's being invaded by aliens, so life sucks all round really :o)
Ohmygod, the scene at the side of the road, after Cam tells John the truth. So real, so heartbreaking. Of course John doesn't believe.

Ohmygod, the scene at the end. I was so afraid that John was going down. The tension was marvellous.

But he survived, and he and Cam will have a lifetime together... before they were even born. Wow.

Great storytelling, totally engrossing. :-)
Thank you!

Of course John doesn't believe.

I think he's really telling the truth when he says he wants to, it just... sounds so incredibly implausible.

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Thank you. Cam all on his own makes my heart hurt, so I'm all for nicer spins on it :o)
I...have no words for how much I love this! Cam being stuck in the wrong time on his own in Continuum broke me, but you gave him John. And that makes me ohsohappy! I love the way his relationship with John was kind od, bt not quite, an accidental thing and that he missed Sam and Daniel so much and *flails* just all of it.
Thank you!

I love the way his relationship with John was kind od, bt not quite, an accidental thing

Yeah-he totally didn't *mean* to wind up with John and yet...there had to be a reason he picked John to go and see in the end.

kyizi

8 years ago

Oh god. You end it there?! I'm in tears because I was so afraid he'd have to leave John behind and then Cam was bringing him with them and now I think I'm crying because at least I know he's not alone in the past but you just left it...them... US with them going through the wormhole. GAH!

Such a good story! I will not hesitate to say I'd love it if you wrote more of them after Cam has killed Ba'al or even the years leading up to that point.

*tucks away forever and grabs tissues*
Thank you!

I was so afraid he'd have to leave John behind

Weirdly (for me-I don't usually plan my stories ahead) I had the end line from almost the very beginning, even though I thought I probably should have left Cam in the past on his own. I just couldn't do it - the end of Continuum makes my heart hurt.

I will not hesitate to say I'd love it if you wrote more of them after Cam has killed Ba'al or even the years leading up to that point.

That's good to hear, since I've got ideas for a follow-up floating around. I just need to finish all my ficathon stories, of which there are many...

kazbaby

6 years ago

I still love this story like mad. You've got me wondering what things would be like for the two of them in 1929. :)
Thank you!

You've got me wondering what things would be like for the two of them in 1929. :)

I actually have it all in my head - I just need to write it!
This was excellent, Bravo.
Thank you!
This was so fantastic, I enjoyed it immensely :)
Thank you!
...John doesn´t die, right? I just thought maybe he stumbles because he´s been shot, and Cam arrives in the past to watch John die, and that would be - ow. So he´s definitely alive.

Great Continuum AU.

I don't think he dies - in my head, they end up running a farm some place, and all their neighbours try to marry them off to their eligible daughters, then Cam tries to leave John to go deal with Ba'al, and John refuses to be left... And John makes Cam tell him bed time stories about life in Cam's original universe.

Plus, the prospect of Cam without John because he dies breaks my heart.
This was an absolutely amazing story. Fantastically written.
Thank you!
Oh how I love this story! Cam's angst as he comes to terms with his new place and his new John is heart breaking! I do love that he gets to take John with him. That makes for a very nice ending. Well done!
OMG - I can't believe I've never read this story before!!!

This was wonderfully nostalgic and reminds me of all the things I loved about the flyboys. I love the setting you used and John as a flight instructor and how seamlessly you wove in the yellow muscle car and scenes from from Continuum- wow - everything.