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End of December: John/Cam III

Fandom: Stargate:Atlantis/StargateSG1

Category/Rated: Slash/PG

Year/Length: 2011/481 words

Pairing: John/Cam

Disclaimer: No, I don't own them, for which I should think they're profoundly grateful.

Author's Notes: For kyizi, who wanted John/Cam at Christmas/New Year, with John not realizing that Cam's moved in; she said she wasn't asking for fire-breathing lizards, but she gets them anyway

Beta:

Feedback: Yes please. Even if it's bad. Especially if it's bad.

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Maybe John should have realised what was going on when Cam brought a tree for the apartment. It wasn't like John would have bothered though, and anyway, they were planning on spending Christmas together, alien invasions permitting.

And sure, Cam spent a lot of time at John's place, but John's place was closer to the SGC. Plus, John was hardly going to throw Cam out in the middle of the night, which meant having breakfast together, and since they drove in together, it only made sense for Cam to start keeping a spare uniform at John's place. And for John to throw Cam's stuff in with his when he was doing laundry.

Okay, so John's an idiot who didn't see what was right in front of him for months.

It means he's not expecting to step inside his own front door and see someone else's boots lined up on the mat. "Cam?"

There's a fairly discouraging groan from John's couch. "M'here."

John leans on the back, peering down at Cam, who's sitting in the corner of the couch, shirt off, bandages coming over his shoulder and down his left arm. "What the hell happened to you?"

Cam tips his head back with a groan. "Fire-breathing lizards happened to me. I'm never accepting a mission on new year's eve again."

"I'm pretty sure the timing of the mission didn't have anything to do with it," John says mildly, trying not to imagine Cam at the mercy of what are, by the sound of it, essentially dragons. Since Cam's obviously in pain, John shouldn't be finding the image as funny as he does. "You all right?"

"Second degree burns, I'll live." Cam grimaces. "Lam put me on medical leave for a week."

John's not sure why he gets it, suddenly, then, and not any of the myriad chances he's had to get it before this. "You're living here," he says before he can check himself.

"I've got an apartment," Cam says, not even a little like he's correcting John, and he ducks his head.

"You're half-naked on my couch. Half-naked and injured, and you let yourself in, because you have a key to my place. I can't even remember the last time we went to yours."

"September," Cam admits.

John blinks down at him, not entirely sure what the proper response is to finding out his partner has basically moved in without him noticing. "I'm going to make tea," he finally says decisively.

He's not particularly surprised when Cam follows him, leaning in the doorway. "Is this a problem?"

"That you moved in without actually telling me?" John turns on the electric kettle – Cam's electric kettle. He turns slightly, enough to see Cam's worried expression. "Mostly that you didn't tell me."

"So you could say no?"

John crosses to Cam, presses close and to hell with tea. "No. So we could celebrate."


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