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fh_alumniOctober 12, 2007
Friday evening and Vandenberg Hall, the cadet dormitory, was quiet. Occasionally a group of cadets would pass by but the noise quickly died down as everyone wanted to be outside to enjoy the last good Fall weather and the few liberties that came with it being weekend. Cameron however was reading through his notes, enjoying the space he had as his roommate was out as well. Evans was a good guy, but he wasn't as burly or as much fun as Kawalsky was.
It was hard not thinking about Fandom as it was Homecoming weekend right now. Funny how knowing that even if he'd been able to contact Fandom, there was no way he would have gotten permission to attend. He'd been trying to call Fandom every weekend, always getting that annoying message. He'd hoped that whatever had affected the phonelines might not have influenced his email, but anything he tried to sent was bouncing.
Today had been no different and Cameron had trouble keeping his attention on the notes as he wondered what theme they had picked this year, whether John and Aeryn would be married by now, if Parker had taken over the government already and if Sam was still not interested in going back to the Air Force. Hell, he was even considering how Jack was doing. Anything as long as he could keep his mind off the date and remember that it was a year ago now that he got together with Veronica.
"Hey Cam," Ferguson knocked on the doorframe, Davies was standing behind him, lounging against the wall. "We're to shoot some hoop and kick Trolls' asses. You wanna come? We could use you."
Cameron hesitated for a moment, then shook his head. "Nah, I want to finish this."
"Come on," Ferguson insisted. "You've got the entire weekend for that and the bastards've been taunting us for weeks."
He was about to turn the invitation down again, but then his next thoughts would be about whether or not Veronica would have found a date to take to the dance. "Yeah," he said, pushing his notes off his lap and getting up. "Let's show them." He had to protect the Knights Squadron's honour after all and it wasn't like he wasn't used to beating Trolls.
Christmas week 2007
"Dude," Ferguson shifted in his seat, leaning forward to get a better view of the road ahead of him. "Tell me again why we're doing this."
It wasn't the first time he asked the question and Cameron suppressed a sigh. "You didn't have to come with me."
"Yeah, I did," Ferguson argued. "You are going insane and I can't sit back and let you go off alone on a road trip inspired by your new found madness. Your mom would never forgive me if you end up in a mental institution on the wrong side of the country."
"I am not going insane," Cameron growled, his grip on the steering wheel tightening until his knuckles turned white.
"You're spending our first and possibly only free week driving across the country in search of an island filled with aliens and witches. I hate to break it to you, but the evidence clearly says otherwise."
"You never had problems believing me before," Cameron said despite knowing better. It wasn't the first time they had this particular argument either.
"I thought you were shitting me," Ferguson shot back, shaking his head. "Look man, your girl looks really hot and I can't blame you for wanting her back, but isn't it time you let this go? If she wanted to still be with you, she would have called you by now."
Cameron scowled ahead of him. "She's not the only one I can't reach."
"Maybe you've got the district number wrong? I've never seen that area code before."
"It's not wrong," Cameron took a sharp turn and he felt some relief when he recognised the road. He'd taken Veronica here when they'd gone riding on Joan.
"Fine. Whatever," Ferguson sat back, letting them drive the last couple of miles in silence until the road disappeared into the sand as they reached where normally the causeway would be.
Cameron parked the car and climbed out, not caring whether Ferguson was following. All his attention was on the water in front of him, but the waves didn't break against Fandom's beaches and there was nothing there but the Atlantic ocean. Molly's words came back to Cameron, remembering how she had tried to return to Fandom but the island just hadn't been there. Unlike Molly he was more than ready to find the island, at least he thought he was. He concentrated on it, imagining how the island would have looked like if it had been there, but it didn't magically show up like he expected it to.
"Cam?" Ferguson called, pulling Cameron back to the beach without an island lying across from it.
"Yeah," Cameron turned towards his friend.
"It's not here," Ferguson said with more patience than he was probably feeling.
"I know," Cameron said quietly and headed back towards the car. It should have been there. He had pictures from that island. He had a degree. It should be there.
"Now what?" Ferguson asked.
Cameron glanced briefly over his shoulder, but there still was nothing but water as far as the eye could see. His shoulders slumped and he wondered if the island would ever find him ready. "We go home."
May 23, 2008
Cameron was sitting in the grass beside the airfield attached to the academy. The sun was going under, its orange light reflecting on the few planes that were waiting outside of the hangars. Most of this side of the academy was quiet, everyone was celebration graduation and Cameron was still amazed that they somehow made it through the first year. It hadn't been as he'd expected, but then things rarely were.
He heard the soft sound of footsteps behind him and he recognised them enough to not be surprised to find Ferguson sitting down beside him and pressing a cold bottle of beer into his hands.
"We made it," Ferguson declared and grinned at Cameron.
It was impossible to not grin back, the buzz of surviving their first year pushing away thoughts of faces and people he missed. "Yeah, we did," Cameron agreed and held up the bottle. They clinked and took a long swig before both turning their attention back to the airstrip as someone brought in an Air Falcon.
"You know," Ferguson started once the worst noise was over. "Planes are fun and all, but the real challenge..."
Cameron glanced at his friend as he paused and Ferguson was still grinning as he pointedly glanced up at the sky.
"If what you say is true..." Ferguson laughed at the dirty look Cameron threw him.
"It is," Cameron assured him quickly, remembering Coruscant and all the aliens there.
"We get out of here top of our class," Ferguson started, "and we kick some serious ass in the field. We'll get in the Space Program no sweat."
Cameron wondered briefly if they'd already invented the X-302. The thought of breaking orbit again with nothing but the blackness of space around him was a challenging one and he grinned as he put the bottle to his lips.
"Bet I get up there before you," Ferguson smirked, nudging Cameron's side.
"Keep dreaming," Cameron shot back, laughing.
"Nope, not a dream. It's a fact. We're going to get into the Space Program," Ferguson looked dead serious now, his eyes determined and he reached into his pocket, drawing out his pocketknife. "Swear on it."
"On what?" Cameron asked sceptically as Ferguson held out the knife.
"A blood oath, dude," Ferguson said as if it was the most logical suggestion.
Cameron laughed at him until he realised that his friend was serious about this.
"Look, Cam. You want to go in space, right?" Ferguson asked.
"You know I do," Cameron told him.
"Well then. We take this oath. We swear we'll do anything to get there," Ferguson said and pulled out one of the knives. "I'll go first." He held out his thumb and cut the tip of the blade into the pad. "I, Bryce Ferguson, hereby swear that I will get into the Space Program no matter what." He glanced at Cameron with a smirk and held out his knife. "Your turn."
Cameron was serious now as he took the knife and copied his friend, glancing down at his hand as the cut started to bleed. "I, Cameron Mitchell, hereby swear that I will get into the Space Program no matter what," he repeated Ferguson's words.
They both fell silent for a moment, Ferguson cleaning the knife on the grass before he put it away. The sun had been completely swallowed by the mountains, the orange colours fading into blueish grey.
"Come on," Ferguson said, thumping Cameron's shoulder. "We've got some serious celebrating to do."
July 19, 2008
There was an ant or some other kind of bug slowly making its way over the back of his neck and Cameron twitched, his fingers digging into the dirt as he tried to sit still. He didn't want to move and give his position away even if he'd been sitting completely motionless for the last half hour. The birds had resumed their calls a while ago, but there still was a chance that on the other side of the stream there was an ambush set up for him.
He tried to wet his lips, but his waterflask was empty and he was tired. Ferguson hadn't shown up at the agreed meeting point yesterday evening and Cameron could only assume that he'd been captured. Which meant that he had to keep moving and get as much distance between him and the meeting point, just in case they realised that Ferguson and him had been sticking together. If he were them, he'd be keeping an eye on the only water supply as well and that was what the stream before him was.
The tickling at the back of his neck ceased and he really hoped that meant that the bug was gone and not ready to lay eggs in his ear. Gah, stupid critters. His muscles protested as he slowly started pushing up. He needed water if he wanted to keep going and things weren't going to get any more quiet.
Still alert, he slowly made his way to the stream and pulled out his water flask. It wasn't even half full when a noise came from behind him from the bank he'd been hiding on. His eyes searched the bushes and he saw a shade of something... Closing the bottle, he climbed onto the other bank. The time for hiding seemed to be over and he crashed as fast as he could through the brushes and away from the noise.
He tripped on a branch, sharp stones digging into his palm as he tried to catch himself. Not a branch, he realised when a pair of boots came into view.
"Mitchell," a familiar voice taunted and Cameron looked further up to find Mahone standing over him. Mahone smirked and nudged Cameron's shoulder with the tip of a boot. "Not bad. Let's see how you hold up now." A nod from Mahone and rough hands gripped him by the shoulders, dragging him to his feet.
SERE was just beginning.
((I meant to do these posts separately, but RL kind of ate my brain so you're getting it all in one go. No interaction possible, but OOC comments are welcomed.))
Friday evening and Vandenberg Hall, the cadet dormitory, was quiet. Occasionally a group of cadets would pass by but the noise quickly died down as everyone wanted to be outside to enjoy the last good Fall weather and the few liberties that came with it being weekend. Cameron however was reading through his notes, enjoying the space he had as his roommate was out as well. Evans was a good guy, but he wasn't as burly or as much fun as Kawalsky was.
It was hard not thinking about Fandom as it was Homecoming weekend right now. Funny how knowing that even if he'd been able to contact Fandom, there was no way he would have gotten permission to attend. He'd been trying to call Fandom every weekend, always getting that annoying message. He'd hoped that whatever had affected the phonelines might not have influenced his email, but anything he tried to sent was bouncing.
Today had been no different and Cameron had trouble keeping his attention on the notes as he wondered what theme they had picked this year, whether John and Aeryn would be married by now, if Parker had taken over the government already and if Sam was still not interested in going back to the Air Force. Hell, he was even considering how Jack was doing. Anything as long as he could keep his mind off the date and remember that it was a year ago now that he got together with Veronica.
"Hey Cam," Ferguson knocked on the doorframe, Davies was standing behind him, lounging against the wall. "We're to shoot some hoop and kick Trolls' asses. You wanna come? We could use you."
Cameron hesitated for a moment, then shook his head. "Nah, I want to finish this."
"Come on," Ferguson insisted. "You've got the entire weekend for that and the bastards've been taunting us for weeks."
He was about to turn the invitation down again, but then his next thoughts would be about whether or not Veronica would have found a date to take to the dance. "Yeah," he said, pushing his notes off his lap and getting up. "Let's show them." He had to protect the Knights Squadron's honour after all and it wasn't like he wasn't used to beating Trolls.
Christmas week 2007
"Dude," Ferguson shifted in his seat, leaning forward to get a better view of the road ahead of him. "Tell me again why we're doing this."
It wasn't the first time he asked the question and Cameron suppressed a sigh. "You didn't have to come with me."
"Yeah, I did," Ferguson argued. "You are going insane and I can't sit back and let you go off alone on a road trip inspired by your new found madness. Your mom would never forgive me if you end up in a mental institution on the wrong side of the country."
"I am not going insane," Cameron growled, his grip on the steering wheel tightening until his knuckles turned white.
"You're spending our first and possibly only free week driving across the country in search of an island filled with aliens and witches. I hate to break it to you, but the evidence clearly says otherwise."
"You never had problems believing me before," Cameron said despite knowing better. It wasn't the first time they had this particular argument either.
"I thought you were shitting me," Ferguson shot back, shaking his head. "Look man, your girl looks really hot and I can't blame you for wanting her back, but isn't it time you let this go? If she wanted to still be with you, she would have called you by now."
Cameron scowled ahead of him. "She's not the only one I can't reach."
"Maybe you've got the district number wrong? I've never seen that area code before."
"It's not wrong," Cameron took a sharp turn and he felt some relief when he recognised the road. He'd taken Veronica here when they'd gone riding on Joan.
"Fine. Whatever," Ferguson sat back, letting them drive the last couple of miles in silence until the road disappeared into the sand as they reached where normally the causeway would be.
Cameron parked the car and climbed out, not caring whether Ferguson was following. All his attention was on the water in front of him, but the waves didn't break against Fandom's beaches and there was nothing there but the Atlantic ocean. Molly's words came back to Cameron, remembering how she had tried to return to Fandom but the island just hadn't been there. Unlike Molly he was more than ready to find the island, at least he thought he was. He concentrated on it, imagining how the island would have looked like if it had been there, but it didn't magically show up like he expected it to.
"Cam?" Ferguson called, pulling Cameron back to the beach without an island lying across from it.
"Yeah," Cameron turned towards his friend.
"It's not here," Ferguson said with more patience than he was probably feeling.
"I know," Cameron said quietly and headed back towards the car. It should have been there. He had pictures from that island. He had a degree. It should be there.
"Now what?" Ferguson asked.
Cameron glanced briefly over his shoulder, but there still was nothing but water as far as the eye could see. His shoulders slumped and he wondered if the island would ever find him ready. "We go home."
May 23, 2008
Cameron was sitting in the grass beside the airfield attached to the academy. The sun was going under, its orange light reflecting on the few planes that were waiting outside of the hangars. Most of this side of the academy was quiet, everyone was celebration graduation and Cameron was still amazed that they somehow made it through the first year. It hadn't been as he'd expected, but then things rarely were.
He heard the soft sound of footsteps behind him and he recognised them enough to not be surprised to find Ferguson sitting down beside him and pressing a cold bottle of beer into his hands.
"We made it," Ferguson declared and grinned at Cameron.
It was impossible to not grin back, the buzz of surviving their first year pushing away thoughts of faces and people he missed. "Yeah, we did," Cameron agreed and held up the bottle. They clinked and took a long swig before both turning their attention back to the airstrip as someone brought in an Air Falcon.
"You know," Ferguson started once the worst noise was over. "Planes are fun and all, but the real challenge..."
Cameron glanced at his friend as he paused and Ferguson was still grinning as he pointedly glanced up at the sky.
"If what you say is true..." Ferguson laughed at the dirty look Cameron threw him.
"It is," Cameron assured him quickly, remembering Coruscant and all the aliens there.
"We get out of here top of our class," Ferguson started, "and we kick some serious ass in the field. We'll get in the Space Program no sweat."
Cameron wondered briefly if they'd already invented the X-302. The thought of breaking orbit again with nothing but the blackness of space around him was a challenging one and he grinned as he put the bottle to his lips.
"Bet I get up there before you," Ferguson smirked, nudging Cameron's side.
"Keep dreaming," Cameron shot back, laughing.
"Nope, not a dream. It's a fact. We're going to get into the Space Program," Ferguson looked dead serious now, his eyes determined and he reached into his pocket, drawing out his pocketknife. "Swear on it."
"On what?" Cameron asked sceptically as Ferguson held out the knife.
"A blood oath, dude," Ferguson said as if it was the most logical suggestion.
Cameron laughed at him until he realised that his friend was serious about this.
"Look, Cam. You want to go in space, right?" Ferguson asked.
"You know I do," Cameron told him.
"Well then. We take this oath. We swear we'll do anything to get there," Ferguson said and pulled out one of the knives. "I'll go first." He held out his thumb and cut the tip of the blade into the pad. "I, Bryce Ferguson, hereby swear that I will get into the Space Program no matter what." He glanced at Cameron with a smirk and held out his knife. "Your turn."
Cameron was serious now as he took the knife and copied his friend, glancing down at his hand as the cut started to bleed. "I, Cameron Mitchell, hereby swear that I will get into the Space Program no matter what," he repeated Ferguson's words.
They both fell silent for a moment, Ferguson cleaning the knife on the grass before he put it away. The sun had been completely swallowed by the mountains, the orange colours fading into blueish grey.
"Come on," Ferguson said, thumping Cameron's shoulder. "We've got some serious celebrating to do."
July 19, 2008
There was an ant or some other kind of bug slowly making its way over the back of his neck and Cameron twitched, his fingers digging into the dirt as he tried to sit still. He didn't want to move and give his position away even if he'd been sitting completely motionless for the last half hour. The birds had resumed their calls a while ago, but there still was a chance that on the other side of the stream there was an ambush set up for him.
He tried to wet his lips, but his waterflask was empty and he was tired. Ferguson hadn't shown up at the agreed meeting point yesterday evening and Cameron could only assume that he'd been captured. Which meant that he had to keep moving and get as much distance between him and the meeting point, just in case they realised that Ferguson and him had been sticking together. If he were them, he'd be keeping an eye on the only water supply as well and that was what the stream before him was.
The tickling at the back of his neck ceased and he really hoped that meant that the bug was gone and not ready to lay eggs in his ear. Gah, stupid critters. His muscles protested as he slowly started pushing up. He needed water if he wanted to keep going and things weren't going to get any more quiet.
Still alert, he slowly made his way to the stream and pulled out his water flask. It wasn't even half full when a noise came from behind him from the bank he'd been hiding on. His eyes searched the bushes and he saw a shade of something... Closing the bottle, he climbed onto the other bank. The time for hiding seemed to be over and he crashed as fast as he could through the brushes and away from the noise.
He tripped on a branch, sharp stones digging into his palm as he tried to catch himself. Not a branch, he realised when a pair of boots came into view.
"Mitchell," a familiar voice taunted and Cameron looked further up to find Mahone standing over him. Mahone smirked and nudged Cameron's shoulder with the tip of a boot. "Not bad. Let's see how you hold up now." A nod from Mahone and rough hands gripped him by the shoulders, dragging him to his feet.
SERE was just beginning.
((I meant to do these posts separately, but RL kind of ate my brain so you're getting it all in one go. No interaction possible, but OOC comments are welcomed.))
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