Title: Steal into my room
Author: Shenandoah Risu
Content Flags: adorable elderly folks
Spoilers: Season 2 "Common Descent" and "Epilogue"
Characters: Camile Wray, Everett Young
Word Count: 375
Summary: Stealth has never been one of her strongest suits.
Author's Notes: Written for a challenge at the LJ Comm Stargateland. The prompt was STEAL. This story is a companion piece to "Bookends" which is rated M here on ff . net
Disclaimer: I don't own SGU. I wouldn't know what to do with it. Now, Young... Young I'd know what to do with. ;-)
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Steal into my room

She tends to come home late at night.

After TJ's death she had suddenly found herself in the position of the village healer. True, she had had more first aid experience than anyone, and once TJ had confided in her that her days were numbered she had worked hard to learn as much as she could, apprenticing herself on the job.

Camile smiles as she reaches for the door handle, transferring the large bundle of medicinal herbs to her other hand. Sharon would have been aghast at her looks – wiry and tough, always a little dirty, and never afraid of physical labor.

She gently pushes the door open and steps into the small cabin she has shared with Everett on Novus for decades. He's asleep and doesn't wake as she tiptoes to the table and lights the oil lamp.

She takes her time sorting the herbs, carefully tying them into small bundles and hanging them up to dry. The sizeable stash she has gathered for the season fills her with pride, as she buries her face in the fragrant foliage.

A quiet sob makes her look up. He's dreaming again, hands twitching, restless legs moving underneath the sheets.

She watches, fascinated, drawn to him, and finds herself stealing into his half of the room, settling down at the edge of his bed, like she's done a thousand times before.

There was a time, she recalls, when she hated him, and try as she might, she can't even remember what that felt like.

He's her best friend, the brother she never had, her child, sometimes.

The faint light makes his face look so much younger, although he's aged gracefully, she must admit.

Suddenly she realizes he's looking at her, calmly, with affection and trust.

She bends closer to him and he touches her cheek with his fingertips, and she turns her head and places a tiny kiss on his palm.

They share a brief smile, and then she gets up and blows out the flickering flame before going to bed herself.

Stealth has never been one of her strongest suits, and he's always been a light sleeper, but she cherishes those tender moments of friendship more than anything else in her life.


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