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Fandom: SG-1, post-S10. No real spoilers though.
Title: This Is The Way to Grandmother's House
Author: Thea
Prompt: Cam & Vala, Fancy meeting you here.
Rating: G




SG-1 maintains a general rule of don't shoot the citizenry, and Cam would be glad to make an exception in this case except for the fact that he pretty much had to surrender his weaponry back at the temple's entrance and had not, in any way, been expecting to be facing off with a large, large man wearing a leather g-string.

He's muttering about priests when the big guy grabs him around the thigh and hefts him up into the air. Cam swears and tries to kick, hammering on the pseudo-Sumo's head with his elbow, and finally manages to shift his weight enough to gain a little more advantage. Of course, the advantage turns out to be Bluto's. The guy's paw is the size of Cam's thigh, and he holds on like a terrier, shaking Cam like a bone despite a serious fist in the solar plexus and a knee to the side of the head.

When Bluto freezes, twitch and starts to tumble down, Cam gets a shock like static and bounces free, landing hard on his back, mere inches from where Bluto falls like a rock, like a lead weight. Things go black for a second, and then swim, slowly, back into place.

"Well, good morning sunshine."

Sure his vision is blurry, but there's nothing wrong with his hearing, and he knows that voice. Blinks, opens his eyes, and she's standing over him

He's upside down, or she's rightside up, but there's no question it's her, breasts hiked up to here and smile out to there, black hair and black leather and a big, black zat in her hand.

She kneels down, hand on his forehead, and she still smells like leather and expensive perfume. She's been gone for more than a year, no cards, no calls, just … gone.

They saved the world, and then she said that enough was enough.

Cam looks at her outfit, at her dark hair loose around her shoulders, at the lines around her eyes and says, "That doesn't look much like redemption."

(He remembers, much later, that she's Vivienne, that she's the trickster, the sorceress, but he loves her anyway. Just like he loves them all for what they are and what, he finally discover, they're not).

"Should it?" she asks, and helps him to sit up, still crouching beside him.

If she were someone else, he'd pull her close. Hold on tight for a minute, just to be sure. But what he's learned in this job is how to let go, not how to hold on.

She helps him stand and they both stare at Bluto, and then he looks around at the temple chamber.

"You working this place, or just visiting?" He sounds like an asshole, accusatory and peevish and she counters.

"Are you alone, or just stupid?"

They both stare, her amused, him edging somewhere between grateful and pissed off and then Cam starts to grin because that's almost always how she'd left him and it's nice to know that certain things don't change.

She smiles again, all teeth and goofy charm, lighting up the inner chamber like an 80 watt bulb. He gets a little bit giddy then, at the thought that she just might be happy to see him.

"Do you have backup coming?"

He shakes his head, and so she points to something that looks suspiciously like a wall to him.

"Come along," she urges, "Bubba has friends."

"Bubba?" he says and tries not to laugh, (his grandmother's giant white something n'poodle had given Vala a look of redneck doggie love and followed her around for the rest of the weekend. Bubba indeed).

The door is technically a shimmer of space/time, and through it outside is outside, but a few minutes earlier. Vala gives him the vaguest of explanations for the phenomena and he misses Sam desperately, and dearly hopes they haven't just thrown the entire universe off balance. Vala says that it's like the TiVo, resetting itself when the power goes out, and it doesn't make any sense, sure, but they're outside now, and it's all green hills and rocks, and she says it'll take another day to get back where he started from.

He wants to call his team, and does, but mostly gets static and figures they know the drill. He doesn't think Bubba is much danger to anyone not in the temple, but his team will be armed anyway.

Vala's quiet for awhile and eventually he realizes that she's taking him somewhere, and that he's content to follow.

The house is small, set off from a long path, but charming. Thatched and English country, and when he gets inside, he realizes it must be hers.

He should ask. Why here? How long? Why in general? Because the pretty house doesn't quite match the woman in front of him, and yet he's got memories of her in striped dresses, in high heels and glittery things, and those images fit. He sits at her kitchen table and she makes him tea in a leather corset and he wants to know where all that comes together. She looks like the woman who walked through the gate with schemes and demands, but this house is the woman who left, and maybe that's the answer.

"Stay for dinner," she says, and it's not really a request.

"Yeah," he says, and then looks around. "You gotta shower?"

***
She's got alien towels, but water is water everywhere and he's examining the bruises left by Bubba when she knocks on the bathroom door.

He lets her in and she's wearing something blue and thin on top, loose pants and bare feet, holding what he's guessing is alien antiseptic.

Cam lets her poke and dab, feeling vulnerable in the towel, vulnerable to her touch and when she presses the cloth to a nasty scrape, he hisses and she asks, "How is Daniel?"

Daniel is … Daniel. Daniel is now Dr. Jackson in Atlantis, half of Cam's team spilling into the Pegasus Galaxy because they were the best and that's where they were needed and if it wasn't always an easy match, it was proving to be a productive one. Sam wan't sure of the posting, but she's rocking the house, and even if he missed them, it's the Air Force and it's the way of things.

Vala interrupts before he can answer and dabs at the scrape again, then blows gently on it and Cam feels that through his whole body, his whole self. He shivers and she stands a little closer.

"I see him, from time to time," she says gently, and there are whole libraries unspoken there. "So I know, I guess, how he is."

She hadn't wanted to go to Atlantis, hadn't wanted to stay with him (them, Cam thinks, but it felt like him) either.

"I'm getting married," Cam says suddenly, "In the fall."

"The blond?" she asks, and stands close enough that he can sense the grain of her skin, the way it would be so terribly soft if she pressed herself to his back.

He nods, can see her in the mirror behind him. "No sense in waiting," he says. "Still not sure about kids though."

"You'd be good with children," she says, and then smirks and he turns to face her.

"Maybe," he says, and they don't need to say all the things that children bring with them, how vulnerable they are to loss.

She steps closer, making him desperate for more protection than the towel, and dabs antiseptic on his jaw. Cam doesn't realize that he has his hands on her hips, until he becomes far more aware of dual sensation - the sting of alien methiolade, and the shiver of want.

They look at each other for a minute, two people wondering at a shared past, and he curls his fingers against her hips.

"I'm cooking, aren't I?" he says finally, as the moment gets shivery and fractious.

"If you want to eat tonight," she agrees, and leans in, arms around his neck as he pulls her tight, breathes with her, against her.

Date: 2007-04-18 09:31 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_minxy_/
Oh, lovely and warm and full of past.

Date: 2007-04-18 09:45 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thassalia.livejournal.com
Thank you!!! I'm so terribly fond of them.

Date: 2007-04-18 10:08 pm (UTC)
paian: Daniel Jackson reading a book (daniel avalon book)
From: [personal profile] paian
If I didn't love this for the soft pathos and yearning, and the future!Cam and future!Vala and everything this says (and hints) about Then (now) and Now (then), I would love it for 'pseudo-Sumo Bluto' alone, for that is priceless.

Date: 2007-04-18 10:23 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thassalia.livejournal.com
Hee:) Thank you. That may be my current favorite phrase:) Although I must admit to a fondness for something n'poodle:)

But I'm very glad you liked it!

Date: 2007-04-18 10:40 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jenlev.livejournal.com
ah, sweet and still edged with the people they are as individuals and in relationship to each other.

Date: 2007-04-18 10:44 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thassalia.livejournal.com
Thank you dear!

Date: 2007-04-18 11:25 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] annakarrennina.livejournal.com
This is lovely. Perfectly them and so full of the sense of time passed, melancholy yet peaceful. Beautiful.:)

Date: 2007-04-18 11:50 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thassalia.livejournal.com
Thank you!! I wanted that sense of time, of things that can be let go of, of things still held, and stuff happening in the middle.

Date: 2007-04-19 06:31 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pdxscaper.livejournal.com
Wonderfully melancholy and somehow just right with the want and the need and all the unsure feelings.

I love how you keep Vala's impishness [for lack of a better word] yet she's grounded and real. And Cam, well, he's Cam and he's confident yet vulnerable.

Excellent fic.

Date: 2007-04-19 06:36 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thassalia.livejournal.com
Thank you so much!!

Date: 2007-04-25 12:40 am (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] abyssinia4077.livejournal.com
I'm only just starting season 9, so I only have the most basic of feels for Cam and Vala, but I really like this - the reluctant familiarity and the jokes about "Bubba" and the feeling of time passing and moving on from what you might want because it's what has to happen.

Date: 2007-04-25 01:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thassalia.livejournal.com
Thank you so much!!

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