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Coming Out: John

Fandom: Stargate Atlantis/Stargate SG1

Category/Rated: Slash, PG

Year/Length: 2008/~396 words

Pairing: Cam/John

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

Author's Notes: John coming out to Cam (because I just can't resist the two of them

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

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Ironically, it's Cam who gets into trouble, where by 'trouble' John means a loud argument in the street which culminates in someone shoving Cam into a nearby wall and scraping up the side of his face.

John doesn't find this out until much later – at the time, all he gets is, "I don't want to talk about it," and Cam pushing past him to get to the first aid box in John's tiny Air Force apartment kitchen.

His hands are shaking.

"Let me do it," John says, nudging Cam into one of the hard wooden kitchen chairs and digging out the antiseptic wipes. "Close your eyes."

Cam obeys, leaning slightly into John's hand when he rests it against the back of Cam's head, holding him still. His skin is clammy under John's fingers, and John just wants to wrap his arms around Cam and keep him safe. It's not the first time he's thought something like that, in the six months since he got made captain and sent to the same base as Cam, but he's gotten good at keeping these things hidden.

"Are you all right?" he asks; his voice is giving him away, to his own ears at least, but maybe Cam doesn't know him well enough to pick up on it.

Cam shakes his head, then says, "I'm fine," then, "My head hurts."

"I'll get some aspirin in a second," John promises.

Cam nods. "Someone," he says, then stops. There's a long pause while John wipes the dozen little scrapes and decides none of them need a Band-Aid. "Saw me," Cam finishes, like he just paused for breath. "Coming out of a club last week."

The shaking in his hands intensifies and John can't not try to comfort him, sliding the hand at the back of his head down until it's almost round his shoulders, like a one armed hug.

"It's okay," he says quietly. "If anyone asks, say you were with me."

Cam takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly. "Why?" he asks, relaxing a little further against John.

John leans forward until he can rest his forehead against the top of Cam's head, more obvious than he'll ever manage to be out loud. "Because you're not the only one who needs protecting," he says.

Next: First Kiss


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