Close Encounters of the Vala Kind
by jennickels (aka Jen Connelly)
After a (mostly) successful mission, SG-1 are stuck on a cargo ship searching for the nearest Stargate to get home. Sam estimates it will take approximately six weeks. That’s six weeks stuck with each other and bored out of their minds.
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Daniel’s surroundings hadn’t changed in a week. Seven days. 172 hours. 10,343 minutes. 619-thousand-something seconds. He let his head fall into his hands. That’s how long they’d been trapped on this cargo ship searching for a planet with a Stargate. He was going to lose his mind if they didn’t find one soon.
“No. I said no and it’s final. No, no, no. Non, niet… nie… Jackson help me out here.”
Daniel glanced up at Mitchell as he walked into the cargo hold, Vala on his tail. “Nej,” he said after a moment. Mitchell gave him a funny look. “It’s Swedish.”
“But Cameron,” Vala whined.