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TA lounge, Wednesday February 22

Cameron's got some chocolate cake with him. He puts it on the table and settles down in one of the chairs. Keeping his head down in the lounge sounds like a good thing right now.

((Shut up. I know it's not Thursday. *mutters*))

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"It couldn't hurt?" Cameron tilted his head. "Unless you're totally holding back on me how you've actually got the worst career ever," he teased.

"Worst career ever? No." She shook her head. "Though I will admit it had its moments."

"But the fun parts make up for it, I'm sure." Cameron said without a doubt, because it just had to be fun.

"They absolutely do," Sam affirmed, although she wasn't always sure about that. "Especially some of the cool stuff you can fly these days--it's really amazing."

"Like the plane I crashed," Cameron tilted his head, remembering his promise to Aeryn. "How far can it go?"

"Yeah, that's definitely a sweetie." She looked a bit wistful. "And not as far as we'd like it to."

Sam made a face and looked around for note-taking shrubs. "Unfortunately, the power source for the engine isn't completely stable. It's good for short hops, but not so much for longer distances--yet."

"So nothing good enough to go to the other side of the galaxy and play taxi?" He sighed.

"Not yet. But ~~we're~~ they're working on it." She raised an eyebrow. "Why, you looking to become a cabbie?"

"Just to pick up Aeryn," Cameron shrugged.

"Cameron..." Sam sighed and scratched her head. Maybe the military wasn't for him, after all. "You do know that she had no choice, right? When you're enlisted, you go where you're told, when you're told. If you refuse, you're put in the brig. And that's just our military."

Cameron raised an eyebrow. "Yes, but no one is forcing you to join."

"No, no one is forcing me to join," Sam conceded, "but we can't go around fixing everyone else's society for them ~~even though that's totally what we did on SG-1~~."

"Then I go pay her a visit," he said stubbornly.

Sam nodded slowly, reminding herself that Cameron a) was male and b) was going through a rough patch. "Okay. But not yet. There's steps first."

"Like learning to fly?" He asked.

Sam laughed. "That will help, yes. Maybe by the time you can fly, the plane'll be ready for you."

"They better, engine purring and ready to take me up." Cameron was practically purring himself at the thought.

"You're such a flyboy, Mitchell."

"Not yet, but I'm hoping to be." Cameron grinned.

"Well, the attitude's definitely right." She grinned back.

"Didn't realise there's a correct attitude."

Sam gave him a look. "Cameron, you're flying a piece of machinery that weighs over a ton at speeds that break the sound barrier, and hopefully the speed of light. There's a very specific personality type that finds that fun."

"Not that there's anything wrong with that," she winked, "just that it's not for everybody."

"True, but I think you're crazy if you don't want to do it." He bounced a bit.

"Kinda preaching to the choir on that one, Cameron," she smiled at him, happy to see him more like his old self. "But I may be the Queen of finding unconventional stuff fun."

"Nothing wrong with that," he said lightly.

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