Title: Thursday
Author: somehowunbroken
Fandom: SGA/SG1
Characters: John/Cam
Word Count: 600
Rating: G
Notes: For skieswideopen. Happy birthday!


It’s a Thursday, and Cam doesn’t really care for Thursdays. They’re the day between the middle of the week and the end of the week; even in a mind that goes eight days any given seven, there’s still that mentality that the weekend is the goal of the days it takes to get there. As such, Cam isn’t really a Thursday fan.

He’s not really thinking much about it when he walks into his apartment, because it’s been a long thirteen (fourteen? fifteen?) days since he’s been Earthside and probably two more since he’s been in his own bed. That’s what he’s thinking about, a shower with soap and shampoo and warm water and most of the next three days of downtime spent passed out.

“Hey,” someone says from the vicinity of the couch, and Cam suddenly remembers that it’s Thursday, and of course he’s got a visitor when all he wants to do is skip the next few days.

“Hey,” Cam says back, and then he blinks, because the lamp beside the couch turns on and it’s John, lounging in a pair of Cam’s loose sweatpants and an old Academy hoodie and bare feet. Cam blinks, then blinks again, because he’s way more tired than he thought he was: he’s either imagining John in his apartment or forgetting what his voice sounds like, because he hadn’t known who it was when he spoke.

“You look beat,” John says bluntly, and Cam knows it’s the latter, because Hallucination John wouldn’t be so John about it.

“Long day,” Cam begins, then amends. “Long month.”

John just nods and walks towards Cam, easy grace and understated confidence, and when they’re standing toe-to-toe, John wraps his arms around Cam’s frame and draws him in, quick and effortless, before releasing him. “Missed you,” he says quietly before stepping back. “I’m guessing you want a shower, a snack, and bed, yeah?”

“Skip the snack,” Cam mumbles, but John shakes his head and pushes him down the hallway before disappearing into the kitchen.

The shower is pretty much what Cam thinks heaven would be like: warm, relaxing, smelling like cleanliness, and washing the grime from his soul. He stays in until the water starts to run cold, and when he gets out there’s fog on the mirror. He’s got another pair of sweats and a tee shirt to change into, and he wants to collapse in bed but remembers John going into the kitchen, so he turns the other way down the hall.

“No, hey,” John’s voice come from the bedroom, and Cam turns around to see John poking his head out. “Brought it in here. C’mon.”

It’s not much, a sliced apple and a spoonful of peanut butter, but it’s sweet and it’s salty and it’s protein and carbs. Cam thinks it’s pretty much the best thing he’s ever tasted, but then John takes the empty plate away and kisses him softly, and it’s even better.

“Sleep,” John says, tugging Cam down to the bed and pulling the blankets up before turning off the light. His body curls around Cam’s, warm and solid, and his arm tucks around Cam’s body and pulls him close. “Go to sleep, Cam.”

Cam’s pretty sure he’s already sleeping, but he tries to reply anyway. “This Thursday’s not so bad,” he tells John, who laughs.

“I’m glad to hear it,” he replies. “Stop talking.”

“Love you,” Cam mumbles as he finally slips over the edge of sleep.

He’s not sure if he’s really hearing it or if he’s already dreaming, but he think he hers John say, “Love you, too.”