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Summary: Mitchell has some rehabilitation to deal with and gets a visit from the longest living Slayer.

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Stargate > Buffy-Centered > Pairing: Cameron Mitchell(Moderator)AvaFR181126,2264829180,22131 Jan 062 Jul 11No

Of Wonders wild and New

Of Wonders wild and New…

It had been two weeks since Nancy’s full recovery and subsequent release from the white walls of boredom, and yet Buffy found herself once again walking the soulless corridor toward Cam’s little box of fun. She had made this same trip nearly everyday in the sixteen days since she had met the Colonel.

She ignored the heated looks sent her way from the nurses’ station as she passed, and resisted the urge to stick out her tongue at them. More than a few of the staff had a sweet spot for the blue-eyed Colonel—and not all of them were female. A smile tugged at the corner of her lips as she casually knocked on the wall beside his open door. His eyes swung toward her as he turned off the television and motioned her inside.

Buffy was treated to a smile that spread with delight as she held up the caramel sundae she had brought for him.

“Hey there, beautiful.”

“Hello.”

The petite blonde rolled the cart over to his beside and placed the heavenly ice cream concoction before Cameron, as he rubbed his hands excitedly.

“You’re the best.”

Buffy raised a brow and reached into her coat pocket to place a tiny canister of chopped peanuts beside the sundae.

The Lt. Colonel’s eyes widened, “I reiterate that phrase and add an additional best.”

“Reiterate?” Buffy laughed and shook her head, “So I’m best squared?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

The blonde smiled as his accent thickened with Cam's absolute devotion to unhealthy foods. Shaking her head, she moved to the chair that sat to his left and pulled off her lavender tweed overcoat and draped it across the back. She may have become more Giles-y in his absence but she made the stuffy Watcher clothes look good.

Cameron waited until she was settled before asking, “Where’s yours?”

She made a face. “I’m not big on the whole frozen milk thing.”

Cameron stared at her in horror, as he opened the top and liberally spread the peanuts across the small mountain of caramel.

“You don’t like ice cream?”

“Nope.”

“Not even a little?”

“Not really.”

He shook his head at her as his eyes closed with delight at the first bite. Buffy watched his instant look of happiness with amusement. Her eyes absently watched his adam's apple bob and she shifted, re-crossing her legs. She suppressed the spark of interest as she watched him enjoy a childlike moment of glee.

“Do I need to give you two some alone time?”

Cameron ignored her to savor another bite before answering. “Probably.”

Crossing her arms, she sat back and allowed him a few more bites before clearing her throat. The Colonel turned to her with a smile.

“If you don’t like ice cream then why did you stop for…” He trailed off as a blush stole up her cheeks and his grin spread. “Somebody likes me.”

Buffy’s eyes narrowed at his singsong voice as she swung them up to meet his stare head on. She lifted her hand and began counting her fingers as she named, “The whole day-slash-night nursing staff, the candy stripers, a few janitors…”

“They prefer to be called custodians.” Cam interrupted her, with his lips quirking at the corners.

The blonde arched a brow but amended it with a smirk, “More than a few men in the custodial arts…”

“What?”

She gave him innocent eyes. “You didn’t know?”

Cameron shifted causing his pulleys to creak softly. “That’s just not something a bedridden man likes to hear.”

“You’re bedridden, not in prison.” She smiled, tongue firmly in cheek. “Though you are awfully pretty and if you were in the pokey I’m sure some big badass named Bubba would be de-lighted to call you his bitch.”

Cameron gaped at her for a moment, “That is a thoroughly unpleasant image.”

“Hmmm.”

His eyes narrowed. “You’re evil.”

She snatched a peanut from the plastic container and popped it into her mouth. “I thought I was the best.”

He shook his head and spooned another bite. His eyes casually traced the upswept hair and neat makeup that implied she had come directly from her job. He allowed his gaze a casual glance of her body and he marveled at the tanned skin exposed beneath a black business shirt and a tweed pencil skirt that matched her coat. He knew without looking that her hose had than thin sexy black line that trialed down the back. She always wore those when she had tweed on. Buffy claimed to wear them because they balanced out the nerd in her; he thought she did it to drive the poor teenage boys to distraction.

Cam shook his head. They sure as hell hadn’t made guidance councilors like her when he was into high school. Of course that was probably a good thing. He had spent enough time in the main offices that they didn’t need to give him another reason to misbehave.

He pulled himself out of his self-reflection to realize she had been watching him, amused as he studied her.

“Wanna take a picture?”

Her tone was dry and he grinned. “Paybacks a bitch, huh?”

“Nope, but I can be.”

He snorted and offered her some of his sundae. Her nose crinkled but she leaned forward hesitantly to accept the bite. As the caramel passed her lips he grinned, “See better than heaven.”

Buffy stiffened and the ice cream chilled her tongue before she remembered to swallow, before she offered him a slightly wavering smile, “Not quite.”

Cameron frowned at her fumble, “What’s wrong?”

She winced at the sudden concern on his face and cursed her falter. “It’s nothing… So you start physical therapy tomorrow, right?”

His brows drew down further. “Yeah at 0800.”

“0800? Couldn’t you speak English for once?”

Still unnerved by her stumble, he paused before allowing her to steer the conversation to safer topics.

“If I did, what would you gripe at me about?”

“You’re funny bed head?”

Cameron reached up and touched the back of his head and stopped at her blank look. “I completely renounce calling you the best of the best.”

“Uh-huh, whatever.” Her smile turned impish. “I just want to know when you’re taking me dancing?”

Cam smiled at her complete faith in the fact that he would walk again. “As soon as I can, Buffy.”

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Author's Note: Thank you to everyone who read and reviewed. I know this installment was on the short side but my muse leapt straight into the third part and wouldn't budge. Shifty little rabbit.

Special thanks to Sita' for beta'ing!
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