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[REPOST] Stargate SG-1 fic: Don’t Drink the Wine

This story is being reposted from 2011 as part of this endeavor. It’s been lightly edited for spelling, punctuation, grammar and for clarity. See the original here.

It’s cliché but so much fun when “aliens made them do it.” Daniel and Vala get caught after participating in a wedding ceremony on an alien planet. He really should know better by now.
834 words | [PG-13]


“Up and at ‘em, Jackson.”

A boot connected with Daniel’s side. He groaned and rolled away, snuggling deeper into his sleeping bag. His head was killing him—felt like a full marching band playing the 1812 Overture in there, complete with canons. The boot nudged him again, a little more insistent this time.

“Go ‘way,” Daniel mumbled. He was vaguely aware of other voices around him but had neither the will nor want to get up or even to try and understand what they were saying. After a short discussion, the foot ground into his back and shook violently.

“Get up.” Daniel recognized Mitchell’s voice, but he sounded like he was speaking from a great distance. And through cotton. His brain fought to catch up to his senses while the treads of his commander’s boot dug into his tender flesh. Daniel frowned into the soft fabric of his bag. Flesh? Something wasn’t right.

He reached a tentative hand over his body and let it drift over his back and around the boot still planted there. Where the hell was his shirt? The foot moved, and then he felt someone squat down next to his head. When Mitchell spoke again it was softer and closer to his ear.

“That’s right, Daniel, wakey-wakey. Time to get up and face the music.”

What was that supposed to mean? And why the hell was he naked? The realization that not only was his shirt missing, but his pants as well finally broke through the dense fog in his head. He pushed up on one arm and looked around—his vision still fuzzy from sleep. Read more…

[REPOST] Stargate SG-1 fic: All It Took Was a Sunrise

This story is being reposted from 2012 as part of this endeavor. It’s been lightly edited for spelling, punctuation, grammar and for clarity. See the original here.

Daniel, Vala and the sunrise—just a little bit of talking. And a lot more action.
1,632 words | [PG-13]


It’s still dark when Daniel’s watch goes off. He gropes for the small button that stifles the noise, groaning into his jacket balled under his head. With a yawn and great effort, he hauls himself up and slides his feet into his boots.

The air is crisp, smelling of pine and fresh rain. Daniel shivers and pulls his jacket closed, tucking his hands under his arms. He expects to see the fire going, maybe some coffee already brewing, but the clearing outside his tent is eerily empty—the fire long burned out.

“Crap,” he mumbles as he rubs the tired from his eyes. Where the hell is Vala? Mitchell is going to kill her.

He spends several minutes wandering around the woods before he finds her. She’s sitting on an outcrop of rocks, the valley far below. The view is amazing as the sun begins to peek over the horizon—the sky turning a pale shade of pink. Vala’s got her legs tucked up, chin resting on her knees, arms tight around her. Daniel can’t see her face, but he notices how her shoulders relax when a salty breeze blows in from the sea beyond the distant hills.

Her hair flutters around her, and a hand comes up to push it from her face. It glistens in the dawn light like the moon shimmering on a placid lake. Daniel’s struck by how beautiful she looks—hair coming loose, clothes coated in a layer of dust, the first rays of the morning sun casting a glow around her. His pulse quickens, unwanted thoughts rushing through his mind.

He can’t deny there’s always been some kind of attraction—even as they duked it out on the Prometheus all those years ago—but this feels different. His stomach flips, curls in on itself until his insides feel like a tightly wound ball of rubber bands. Just waiting to snap. Read more…

[REPOST] Stargate SG-1 fic: Lost

This story is being reposted from 2012 as part of this endeavor. It’s been lightly edited for spelling, punctuation, grammar and for clarity. See the original here.

Daniel and Vala are supposed to meet up with the rest of the team at a campsite in the mountains. But nothing goes according to Daniel’s plans.
100 words | [PG]


“Where the hell are we?”

From the look on Vala’s face, he knew the answer. They were lost.

“You had the map—how could you get us lost?” Daniel grabbed the paper from her, trying to figure out where they were.

Vala leaned over his arm. “I think we’re… there.” She jabbed her finger at a spot in the big green area.

Daniel sighed. “That’s South Dakota. You have no idea where we are, do you?”

Vala shrugged. Daniel had a feeling their misdirection was not accidental.

“It’s getting dark,” Vala said with a grin. “We should bed down here.”

Stargate SG-1 fic: Close Encounters of the Vala Kind

Close Encounters of the Vala Kind
by jennickels (aka Jen Connelly)
Stargate SG-1
Daniel/Vala
1445 words
rating: PG-13
WARNINGS:

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.

don’t own… wish I did, but I don’t. No infringement intended.


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.

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Stargate SG-1 fic: Bad Timing

This was written for a challenge at writerverse.  My three random words were betray, sadness and radio.  And this is what came to me.  Enjoy.

Bad Timing
by jennickels (aka Jen Connelly)
Stargate SG-1
Daniel/Vala, Cam/Vala mentioned
1097 words
rating: PG
WARNINGS:

Set sometime after season 10. Daniel is finally ready to move ahead with his life but he’s not expecting the surprise that comes out of Vala’s room late one night. And he’s not sure he’ll ever get over it.

don’t own… wish I did, but I don’t. No infringement intended.


The room’s dark, but Daniel likes it that way. And the song on the radio is depressing and full of sadness. That’s okay with him, too. It fits his mood. He’s on the floor—he thinks in his bedroom—still dressed in the clothes he wore yesterday. He has no idea how long he’s been lying there. Time seems to have little meaning, just blurring together along with his vision. Last thing he remembers is popping open his fifth beer. Things get fuzzy after that.
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Stargate SG-1 fic: Not A Date

Not a Date
by jennickels (aka Jen Connelly)
Stargate SG-1
Daniel/Vala
758 words
rating: PG
WARNINGS: spoilers for episode 10.08 “Momento Mori”

Daniel prepares to take Vala out to dinner but it’s not a date. Missing scene for Momento Mori. Written for the missing scene challenge at stargateland.

don’t own… wish I did, but I don’t. No infringement intended.

“Don’t you look spiffy.”

“Huh?” Daniel looked up to find Mitchell watching him. Confused, he glanced down at his clothes.

Mitchell smirked. “What’s with the get-up?”
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Stargate SG-1 fic: Shadow Play

Shadow Play
by jennickels (aka Jen Connelly)
Stargate SG-1
Daniel/Vala
643 words
rating: PG
WARNINGS: none
thanks to campylobacter and
jgem612 for taking a look at it for me

Another mission with Vala goes horribly wrong for Daniel. Written for challenge #17 at writerverse, prompt: in the shadows.

don’t own… wish I did, but I don’t. No infringement intended.

The sound of footsteps drew closer. Daniel found himself instinctively holding his breath. He flattened himself against the wall as best he could, hoping the shadows would hide him.
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Stargate SG-1 fic: A Lack of Clothing Always Complicates Things

I really can’t write SG-1 drabbles. Oh well.

A Lack of Clothing Always Complicates Things
by jennickels (aka Jen Connelly)
Stargate SG-1
new SG-1 (slight Daniel/Vala if you squint)
576 words
rating: PG-13
WARNINGS:

Vala does things her own way and the rest of the team is just going to have to get used to that. Set post series after Sam has left for Atlantis.

don’t own… wish I did, but I don’t. No infringement intended.


“What do you have to trade?” the man said with a gruff voice. Cam narrowed his eyes at him but said nothing. This was Vala’s mission, her domain.

“Trade? Not much. I’ve got something… a little more entertaining in mind,” her accent was more pronounced when she was being seductive.

“Oh, yeah? Show me.” Read more…

Stargate Sg-1 fic: In the Light of Night

In the Light of Night
by jennickels (aka Jen Connelly)
Stargate SG-1
Daniel/Vala
517 words
rating: PG
WARNINGS:

Daniel and Vala are stranded in a cave during a violent storm.

don’t own… wish I did, but I don’t. No infringement intended.

The cave was cold and damp. Like just about every other cave Daniel found himself in over his lifetime. Which was a surprisingly high amount. Next to him Vala mumbled under her breath and pulled her knees up to her chest, wrapping her jacket around them. Her hair was plastered to her face, rain dripping from the tip of her nose onto her mud caked pants. She wiped absently at a strand of loose hair until Daniel reached over to push it behind her ear, startling her.
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Stargate Sg-1 fic: Just the Beginning

This is the 2nd story for challenge #1 at [info]fictionland with the theme of beginnings.  It wasn’t written necessarily as a sequel to Save the Last Dance but you can take it that way if you like.

Just the Beginning
by jennickels (aka Jen Connelly)
Stargate SG-1
(Daniel/Vala)
496 words
rating: PG-13
WARNINGS:


The morning after starring Daniel and Vala… it’s just as awkward as Daniel knew it would be.

don’t own… wish I did, but I don’t. No infringement intended.


[story header made by the very awesome [info]campylobacter ]

“So… this is awkward.”

Daniel felt his face flush. He glanced over at the woman sharing his bed. Her thick, dark hair swam around her head in a tangled mess, almost completely covering the pillow. She clasped the edge of the blanket tightly to her chest. Her bare chest. He looked back up at the ceiling.

Daniel couldn’t remember Vala ever looking so unsure of herself. Or so beautiful. He realized she was waiting for some kind of reply. Swallowing the growing lump of uncertainty in his throat he said, “yeah, kind of.” Read more…

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