Country’s Cool  

                                                                                                                                            By:  Nerca Beyul  

 

 

CATEGORY:  General

WARNINGS:  None

 

AUTHOR’S NOTES:  Well, I guess the idea for this kinda comes from Lionchilde/sooutofideas for saying once that she could picture Vala listening to the Dixie Chicks… And Keith Urban…

 

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  http://nerca-beyul.livejournal.com/

 

 

Vala was being annoying. As always.

 

Daniel was attempting to translate a tablet, appearing to be of Ancient origin, that SG-7 had brought back from P48-4203, but was failing as Vala kept interrupting his concentration. Today’s method of interruption was her singing along with whatever music was playing in her headphones…which were attached to a portable CD player…and Daniel didn’t know where it’d come from.

 

Or how she’d gotten her hands on the stack of CD cases she was currently fiddling with.

 

And every time he began to focus on his work, her light singing would completely shatter it. He couldn’t even really hear the music, either. Only faint snatches.

 

He was in the middle of trying to remember a particularly obscure Latin term that he just knew he could recall if he tried when—

 

“Someday, baby, you and I’re gonna be the ones, good luck’s gonna shine, someday, baby, you and I’re gonna be the ones, so hold on… We’re headed for a better life…” she sang, staring at the CD case in her hand, oblivious to Daniel for once.

 

“Vala!” Daniel erupted, slamming down the pencil he’d been holding.

 

When she didn’t react, Daniel reached out and snatched the headphones off of her head.

 

“Hey!” she immediately protested, grabbing for them, but missing.

 

“I’m not going to get any work done with you singing,” Daniel retorted. “What’re you even listening to?” Before she could guard them, Daniel snatched the stack of CD cases from Vala, reading the names on them aloud. “Keith Urban. The Dixie Chicks. Shania Twain. Faith Hill. Tim McGraw.” He shook them at her. “Vala, who gave you these?”

 

She took the opportunity and snatched the cases back. “Colonel Mitchell,” she replied.

 

“Oh, right. Mitchell. I should’ve known.”

 

“Why?” Vala asked.

 

“Because it’s country.”

 

“And…? What’s so wrong with that? Country’s cool.”

 

Daniel scoffed to keep from laughing at the seriousness in her voice. “Not many people feel that way.”

 

“Well, they should,” Vala declared, snatching back her headphones and settling them on her head. “Like I said, country’s cool.”

 

 

                                                                                  ** The End **  

 

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