Work Header  How Cameron Mitchell Didn't Sleep with his Team
(Despite All Efforts to the Contrary)  Work Text:   Cameron
Mitchell slumped down further on his couch, his outstretched
foot knocking over a mostly empty carton of fried rice. He was
almost asleep, the tv flashing image after image of a program he
wasn't paying attention to and had muted a few hours ago. The
Chinese take-out hadn't settled well in his stomach and Cam
found himself feeling unusually morose. He stretched again and
turned on his back, not really interested in getting up to walk
the short distance to the bedroom and his bed; not that he slept
in his bed very often anyway. It was the same reason that his
fridge was perpetually empty; SG-1 was off-word or stuck in the
mountain often enough that the rare night that they got off Cam
spent in uneasy solitude.  It took some time and effort, when he
was away from the team, to remember exactly why he had wanted
this. He had no life beyond the SGC, which was pretty standard
for everyone involve