itsallovernow | SG-1 Filler. Sort of.

Not really a post-ep so much as... hmmm. Well, what I really want is lots and lots of threesomes (since Daniel has been adorable the past two eps I've decided he deserves to have sex again, but there's also something deliciously appealing about Mitchell finally having someone to boss around. Not that I think that's really gonna happen, but... so in that vein.

Minor, minor, maybe spoilers for "Morpheus"

***

Mitchell wakes up to a faded dream of her in his dress uniform coat and nothing else, the colors washed out like denim, frayed around the edges, the scent and feel of skin and sex thick in his senses. He stumbles to the bathroom, relieving himself of the dream, of the pressure on his bladder, looks at the circles under his eyes, thinks she's only been on the team a week. She's still on probation. Thinks if she makes it through the trial run, it might just kill them all.

Vala's all bright smiles and too small t-shirts this morning, although her boots seem to fit and she follows him down the hallway drinking mess coffee and discussing the finer points of the world they just visited, particularly the caves at the edge of the forest that seem similar to the caves on the world with the sleeping bugs but she's pretty sure the missing inhabitants must have hidden all their worldly possessions in those caves before they fled for their lives. She's sure she saw something shiny in the corner.

Cam has a headache before they get to his office. He stops abruptly before his door, turns to face her and puts his hand over her mouth. Her eyes get very wide.

"You have to stop talking." His eyes flick to the coffee cup. "And maybe cut back on the caffeine." He doesn't move his hand, though, and her eye gets that wicked glint. She licks his palm and he jumps back like she's burned him.

"Hey!!" It's woefully inadequate, but what the hell do you say to someone who just … licked you. At work.

Vala shrugs.

"I think we missed something," she says. "Daniel does as well."

"Well, Jackson can come tell me what we missed that doesn't involve buried treasure."

She rolls her eyes. "It's not buried. It's in that cave somewhere. Or something is."

"Fine," he says. "I'll think about it."

He's not gonna do any such thing, but she's worse than a terrier when she gets an idea in her head. Four days ago it was going to Atlantis. She snatched all the files and kept tapping her fingers on the picture of John Sheppard. Cam's mostly happy Sheppard isn't his problem. From what he's read, Vala and Sheppard together would most likely blow up the galaxy. He doesn't have time to do the paperwork on that one.

"You're not really going to think about it," she says, cocks her hip and squints at him. "You shouldn't lie. It's terribly unattractive."

"Does this count as best behavior?" he asks, wondering who, exactly, he's asking.

"You said don't screw up, you didn't say best behavior, and best could mean anything. Best as in exemplary, best as in best at what I do, best as in besting … you aren't being very specific …"

He's not sure if it's the headache, lingering remnants of the dream, or just a deep, deep desire to get her to stop talking. He steps into her space, hand wrapping around the back of her neck, and kisses her. Her eyes get very wide, then she closes them, dark lashes brushing his cheek and she kisses him back.

It's unfair in all the right ways. She smells good, she tastes good, she's doing things with her tongue that are probably illegal in 47 of the 48 continental states and oh, shit… he pulls back, panting, staring at her.

She licks her lips, eyes dark and glassy.

"Thank you," she says.

He shifts his stance, lowering the folders he's carrying in his hand to cover his crotch. Takes a healthy step back.

"I think I'm losing my mind," he says, staring at her. "I'm pretty sure that's your fault."

"You're just not used to anyone doing what you tell them to," she says, flicks dark hair over her shoulder.

"You don't do what I tell you to!" he protests.

"But I might." She steps close enough so that he can fell her breath on his jaw. "I really might."

He fumbles for the door to his office, hitches himself into it before she can follow and slams it shut. He imagines he can hear her laughing on the other side.

*
He sits next to Sam at lunch, flipping through files on the next two potential worlds. She's reading a science journal and it's just kind of nice to sit here next to someone who doesn't give him an instant headache or a hard-on or both at the same time.

"Vala thinks we should go back to P684-109," she says without looking up from her journal.

Cam sighs, puts down his ice tea.

"Daniel, too," she adds.

Across the mess, he can hear Vala's laugh, sharp and catching. He looks over, sees her talking to the two security guards who aren't supposed to follow her so much as steer her in the directions she's supposed to go. It's like setting rabbits to watch the Rotweiller, but she hasn't – to his knowledge - tried to seduce or rob them like last time so everyone just lets the situation alone, hopes for the best.

"Do you think this is a good idea?" Mitchell looks at Sam intently, trying to put some of his serious misgivings into his voice. "To let her stay?"

Sam shrugs. "Where else is she going to go?"

He tries pretty hard not to think about that. It isn't like there's somewhere safe. Safer. She's the best shot they have of manipulating the Orii. Maybe. And maybe they're the best shot she has at getting what she wants. He just wishes he knew what that was. Teasing and taunting, breathless kiss in the hallway and hand licking aside, he doesn't think it's him. He's not even entirely sure it's Jackson.

"I don't know," Cam answers finally, slugs back the rest of the ice tea, wishes it were someone else making this call. Landry had the final say on giving her a shot, but if something happens because of Vala, Cam's going to take the heat. He's worried enough about his own potential mistakes, the idea of taking hers on as well freaks him the hell out. And then, of course, there's the woman herself. And the thought that she'd look pretty damn hot in his dress uniform coat and not a lot else.

He shakes his head, shades of bad 80's movies and too little action lately distracting him in all sorts of bad ways.

"Are you going to eat that?" Sam points at his jello, and he gladly hands it over.

*

Jackson stopped knocking four months ago, walking into his office office with glasses askew, books in hand. It's a nice change from cranky bitter reasearch man. The geek in his natural habitat is way easier to take. Rescuing Vala seems to have cheered him up.

"We should go back to the planet," he says, sort of looking at Mitchell and sort of staring over his ear like there was more that he meant to say but it got away from him. "Vala and I…"

Mitchell interrupts him. "Kind of an unholy alliance you've formed there."

Jackson's mouth gapes open, then shuts abruptly. His shoulders slump and he rubs his eyes under his glasses, sets the book down on Mitchell's desk.

"I know," he says. "I … yeah."

"That's it?" Cam stands up, goes to the other side of the desk and leans against it. "Six months ago, you'd as soon strangled her as looked at her, and know you're… Jeckyll and Hyde, Starsky and Hutch, Butch and Sundance."

Jackson raises his eyebrow.

"Pat and Vanna?"

"She's been through a lot," Jackson starts to say, then stops, changes tracks, "She's got a purpose, I think. I guess … our purposes cross paths. Or at least our intents do. I think she can be … an asset. Maybe. Possibly. Maybe."

Cam nods.

"If it helps, I do, still, occasionally want to strangle her."

"I kissed her in the hallway, right out there," Mitchell blurts out, slaps himself in the forehead, wonders when it was that he lost his mind completely. He used to be pretty good at this cool and collected stuff. They let him fly jets for chrissake.

"Did she stop … well, whatever? Unless, you know, it wasn't that kind of kiss…"

"Mmm hmm." Cam scowls.

Jackson shrugs again. "That happens," he says, philosophically.

"That's all you've got? That happens."

"We should go back to that planet."

"Yeah," Mitchell says, "I guess we should."

*
It's raining on P684-109. That's the least of their problems.

"I didn't lose the GPS," Vala sits at the opposite end of the log, arms crossed. Her hair is scraggly, sopping wet. She may not have lost the GPS, but she lost her hat about an hour ago.

"I didn't say you did. I said you didn't put it back in the bag when you got it out earlier."

"Yes, I did." Her voice is hard and he tilts his head to look at her.

"Okay," he says.

"You don't believe me."

He shrugs his shoulders and the colder water pooling in his collar slips down his back. He shivers.

"Whatever."

She turns her head, looks out into the darker copse of trees. They're surrounded by spindly aspens which don't offer much cover.

He takes a deep breath. "Why do you care?" he asks softly. "What I think. I mean, you like Daniel, and Teal'c is… well Teal'c, and Carter's another woman and Landry's the big boss. They're all mostly, sort of, on your side. I get why you'd… So… why… never mind."

Vala doesn't say anything. Cam shrugs again, huddles into himself, taps the radio again. Nothing. They've been walking in circles, almost walked into a lizard, another freakin' lizard, the size of a Buick and in here seems better than out there.

"Hope there's something in that cave better n' more lizards," he mutters to himself.

"You've proved yourself," Vala's voice is quiet, low. He can barely hear her over the sound of the rain.

"What?"

She turns towards him, black hair plastered to her cheeks.

"You're still here. You didn't know what the hell you were doing, and you're still here. They've accepted you."

He tilts his head. "Yeah, but…"

She licks her bottom lip, the gesture thoughtful. "I keep losing things. And you know what? I'm very, very good at finding what I'm looking for. But with the Orii, I'm losing more than I'm finding," she fiddles with the zipper on her thigh, "Things keep getting taken … away."

"Your kid." He states the obvious.

Vala's eyes are shrewd. "She's hardly my child for all I gave birth to her. I don't know her. The only thing I did was name her, and even that was a lie. So no, not her. Everything. My whole way of life." Her outrage is genuine. "I can't go anywhere. They're all out there, the Orii, with their hallowedness and all seeing and their war. I can't even…" she lets the sentence trail off. "You lot are my best chance to have the lifestyle I deserve."

"So you're really just in it for the loot."

"It certainly isn't for that pay check they gave me last week," her mouth twitches. "How's a girl supposed to live on something like that. I thought it was pocket money. Spare change. And explain to me again these tax thingys. Why am I giving money to your government if they're supposed to be giving money to me?"

Cam laughs despite himself.

"Here," he takes off his hat, hands it to her, waving it towards her as a lure. "Come here."

She snags his cap, scoots closer, tucks up her hair and shoves it up under the hat. She looks very young in the moment, and tired. He turns his face up into the rain, lets it wash over his skin. He's still not sure she's a good idea, her presence or her moral compass or her fine skin, the scent of her that catches at him like wildflowers and fresh grass and good sex.

"I am trying very hard not to screw up," she says, and now there's a definite warmth to her voice. She pushes her thigh against his. "I might try harder if you started telling me what to do. Instead of what not to do."

"You never do what I tell you to," he says, feeling the heat of his own laughter.

"Perhaps you're not trying under the right circumstances," she muses.

He swallows hard, thinks for a minute. "How do you feel about blue?" he asks.

"As a color or a state of being?" She angles her chin, opens her eyes wide.

"Colonel Mitchell," the radio crackles to life, and Cam sighs, somewhere between disappointment and relief. "Teal'c. You guys out there building an arc?"

"I believe it would be best if you stayed where you are," Teal'c replies, ignoring him. "We may have found something," he pauses. "Something … shiny." The word sounds odd in the other man's mouth.

"Oh goody," Vala says, and stands, takes off his hat, shakes out her sopping hair, then turns to stand over him, legs bracketing his knee.

"Oh god," Mitchell shakes his head, but she holds out her hand, helps him off the tree stump.

"Mitchell?" Jackson's voice is faint in the background. "I think we've got your GPS."

"See," Vala stands very close, hand still wrapped around his. "I told you so."

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From:

jenlev.livejournal.com

yay! er, i'm so happy that you're writing more. :)

and i love the opening paragraph, so very much cameron. and the way you describe the imagery fading is very nice. also, vala being sure she saw something shiny. yup.

oh. my. gods. vala on caffeine..that ought to teach daniel some kind of lesson.

hee! " From what he's read, Vala and Sheppard together would most likely blow up the galaxy. He doesn't have time to do the paperwork on that one." good point.

also, woof. i'm just saying. and cameron may need to make sure his door locks. or not. ;)

this whole story is wonderful. everyone is so very much themselves, and the way you portray their interactions is making me grin so much my face hurts.

bwahaha! ""Pat and Vanna?"

the conversation between daniel and cameron is perfect. especially the way daniel just moves back to the 'go back to the planet' issue barely batting an eyelash.

and hmmmmm....another lizard. i love that. and what vala said about losing things is exquisite. also, the very idea of vala paying taxes cracks me up. the ending is delightful and leaves me (yes, i'm greedy that way) more. :)

From:

thassalia.livejournal.com

Hee - I'm hoping that it will inspire others to take the idea and run with it:)

And I was too lazy to think plot, and I liked the lizards:)

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