My Pants or Yours   

                                                                                                                                                By:  natalia5345   

 

 

CATEGORY:  Episode Related

SEASON/SPOILERS:  Season 9 “Crusade”

WARNINGS:  None

 

AUTHOR’S NOTES:  This is a little add on fic for Crusade.  Something quick I did up in an hour or so (with Erin’s beta help again of course) but the little plot bunny just wouldn’t leave me alone!

 

AUTHOR’S WEBSITE:

 

  http://natalia5345.livejournal.com/ and http://www.fanfiction.net/~natalia5345 

 

 

"It’s funny isn't it? Daniel always wanted to get into my pants and now I'm in his." – Vala, Crusade

Vala stumbled a little, quickly catching herself with a hand against the wall. The wall. Grey concrete, cold and rough against her hand. Her hand? Not really. Though it did look suspiciously familiar, as did the arm attached to it. Well at least the device had worked. Sort of. The last thing she remembered was sitting in the quiet bar, as close to the table as her swelling stomach would allow, reaching out to place the bluish stone into one of the many slots adorning the side of the ancient device. Seevis and Denya looked on as the large crystal on the top of the device began to glow. Then, with a bright white flash, she was here. Looking around she recognised the hallway. Well she didn’t recognise which hallway of course, considering that Stargate Command was an endless maze of drab corridors and windowless rooms, but nonetheless she was glad she had gotten to where she needed to be.

She still felt a little weak and the mystery hand remained against the wall supporting her. The baby kicked then and she reached to put her other hand on her stomach, finding it to be flat. As she looked down she could see – well feet, which was novel in itself - but they weren’t her feet. They were the larger feet of a man, clad in black boots. She had man hands, man feet, and no pregnant belly – though as her active baby kicked once more she confirmed that she could still feel her pregnancy even if she couldn’t see it through these eyes. This was clearly not her body, and it was clearly male. It was a fairly admirable physique she realised, though it was hidden under one of those ugly baggy green uniforms. But whose body was she in? She didn’t know for sure but she had a hunch, which was confirmed when an airman walked by and asked in a concerned tone, “Dr. Jackson, are you feeling all right?” Her head snapped up. She realised that in her current position – one hand on the wall, the other on her stomach with her head down – she looked as though she might throw up all over the floor. “I’m fine,” a deep masculine voice issued from her – his? – throat. “Thank you.” As the airman turned the corner Vala stood, removing her hand from the wall, and began to walk down the hall, slightly amused but disappointed as well. She hadn’t been sure what was going to happen with the stone and the device when she’d tried them but she had hoped that somehow she might be able to talk to Daniel while she was here. But now his mind was closed to her. Well, what else was new, she sighed inwardly.

She continued to wander the hallways, lost in thought. At least she was acting like Daniel now, she realised with a smirk. Daniel. Vala hadn’t seen him since she had run from the bridge of the Prometheus to stop the Ori beachhead herself. She had been frustrated with him when he had ignored her suggestions, but nonetheless had planned to be back in short order to flaunt her success; something which she knew would certainly get his attention, if only for a short time. She was already drawn to him then, wishing to be in his presence – though still unsure why. Before the incident with the beachhead, Vala had slowly become accustomed to following him around, poking and prodding him, getting him riled up, but ultimately helping where she could. Her months in the Ori galaxy hadn’t been easy – she had wished he had been there. Tomin was helpful and sweet, but he was a sore replacement for Daniel’s presence, which, even when he was frustrated with her, was somehow solid and reassuring. Vala hadn’t known then what was drawing her to Daniel, and, if she was to be honest with herself, she still wasn’t entirely sure, but she’d had an awfully long time to think about it.

With nothing to do in the Ori galaxy but housework and getting fat she had had a lot of time to mull it over. And she had become more and more desperate to talk to Daniel as time wore on and the danger around her grew. She had a lot to say to him now, some things Vala wasn’t even sure how to put into words just yet, but she desperately wanted to try. Now she was in Daniel’s presence once more – a lot closer then she had planned to be actually – but she still couldn’t reach him. Eventually Vala sighed. She would not get to talk to Daniel in the near future she realised, so this was not the time to dwell on those what ifs and maybes. She had to find the rest of the team and wandering aimlessly wasn’t going to accomplish that.

She headed for the elevator and, choosing a floor number she thought she recognised, Vala pushed the small button, which lit up at her touch. As the elevator ascended she tapped her foot impatiently. The doors opened and she looked out, walking into the hallway uncertainly. Someone walked by and wished Daniel a good morning. She turned quickly, “Have you seen Colonel Mitchell?”

“Men’s locker,” he replied as he continued to walk down the corridor. Vala nodded as a grin spread across her face. Well, if she wasn’t going to get to resolve things with Daniel, she could at least have some fun in his body. She walked towards the men’s locker room with a slight spring in her step.

 

 

                                                                                  ** The End **   

 

 

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