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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