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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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"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.

"Uh huh." Sam stared off into the distance at nothing briefly as she very much didn't remember things Jack had said, but blinked and shook it off. She smiled, "Tell that to, oh, everybody. Apparently physics is dorky and not at all fun."

"They're just jealous of your brain," Cameron said and frowned. "You okay?"

"Some days they can have it." She shrugged. "Yeah, just residual O'Neill stuff. I'd have thought blowing up his bomber jacket in class today would have ended that, but I guess not."

Cameron looked confused. "Uh, I think I missed something?"

"I broke up with Jack's answering machine the day after Valentine's Day." She looked at him sympathetically. "You had enough of your own stuff to deal with. I didn't see the point in bothering you with mine."

"Valentine really didn't bring much good around here, did it?" Cameron sighed. "I'm sorry. I know it blows."

TA lounge, Wednesday February 22

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