"Sam?" Cameron called, running to catch up to her. Sam turned and held open the elevator door for him. He hopped in and she let it go, pushing in what level she wanted.
"Yeah?: she asked, looking at the computer she was holding.
"Um…earlier when you and Daniel were talking about that file…" Cameron started uneasily. Sam looked up.
"You were joking, weren't you?" he finished.
Sam smiled, shaking her head. "There really is another file, Cam, you can ask Landry," she assured him, turning back to her computer.
"Yeah, but General O'Neill isn't my daddy, is he?" Cameron persisted.
"Did you ever know your dad, Colonel?" Sam asked, looking up again. Cameron frowned.
"Yeah, he's still alive, we're best buds," he replied. The door opened and Sam walked out, saying,
"You have your answer then."
Cameron tried to follow her, but the door was already closing so he just yelled,
"But is he my real dad?"
"Vala, you're not sworn to secrecy," Cameron pointed out later that day. Vala only sat on top of his desk.
"What's in it for me?"
Cameron sighed exasperatedly. "Vala…" he pleaded. She only stared at him. So he sighed and motioned for her to come closer. She did and he whispered something in her ear. As he did so, a grin grew on Vala's face. He pulled away and looked at her desperately.
"Good enough?" he asked. She grinned evilly.
"You're a bad boy, you know that, Cam?" she said in way of reply. He sighed and closed his eyes.
"Just tell me about the file," he said.
"Well," Vala said, straightening up, "I never actually found out what the file was…"
"What?" Cameron interrupted. "I'm not gonna—"
"Uh-uh-uh!" Vala reprimanded, shaking her finger. "You promised. And I have a hypothesis."
Cameron growled. "Hypothesis?" he repeated. "That's a pretty big word for you."
"Well, you know, hanging around a guy with the title 'doctor' will expand your vocabulary," Vala explained, not letting the comment get to her. "Anyway. If you ask my opinion, I think O'Neill is your daddy."
With a pathetic look on his face, Cameron sank in a chair.
"Why?" he mumbled.
"Well," Vala started enthusiastically, "he does kinda look like you. And he does seem a little too interested in you and your career than a simple bystander. I mean, a party for your 200th time through the 'gate? And I don't think Colonel Carter and Daniel could keep that straight of faces if they were joking."
"Yeah…if they were pulling my leg they probably woulda cracked by now," Cameron muttered mournfully, dropping his head in his hands. Vala looked at him strangely for a moment, trying to translate what he had just said but soon chose to ignore it.
"One more thing," she said. "They went to 1969 and it was nine months before you were born? A little convenient, don't you think?"
"Colonel Mitchell," came a voice from the doorway. Vala looked up and hid a surprised smiled. Cameron turned around, standing up.
"Yeah…? Oh no…"
Jack O'Neill frowned at him. "Something wrong, Colonel?"
Cameron, who had been banging his head on a file cabinet, stopped instantly and shook his head, causing him to wince in pain.
"No, nothing's wrong, sir. Nothing at all," Cameron assured him, trying to hide the sarcasm. Jack frowned, obviously not convinced but decided not to push him. After all, the colonel was his son.
"All right. Just wanted to congratulate you again on your 200th," he said.
"Thanks," Cameron muttered. Jack nodded, satisfied, and walked away. Once gone, Cameron collapsed in the chair again. Smiling warmly, Vala spun it around so she could look at him.
"Now about what you owe me…"
A/N: I love reviewers and live for constructive criticism!