Cabin Fever Chapter 4: Part 2 (PG)
Title: Cabin Fever
Author: dvshipper
Rating: PG
Warnings/Spoilers: Daniel/Vala and Sam/Cam
Summary: SG-1 takes a road trip to Jack’s cabin for some down time. Everything ensues.A/N: Thanks to
taraleesg1 for being an awesome beta on this one! This story is a companion piece for my story Just Another Day in Paradise, but can be read on it’s own. Set in late season 10.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4 Part 1
Chapter 4: Of Winning and Bruising Part 2
“Yes, sir, your team won but you still got eliminated first,” Sam responded to the continuous, though not undue bragging being done by O’Neill. They were on the back porch of the cabin, turkey sandwiches firmly in hands. Their old heavy jackets and sweatshirts they had all worn during the game were laid across the deck in the sun, wet from being hosed off. O’Neill’s lack of a washer/dryer set at the cabin could sometimes be frustrating. It was all part of the ‘rustic’ mentality of being at the cabin or so he said.
“Exactly, Daniel was the last man standing,” Vala said with a smile, loving to show off the masculine side of Daniel which she found very attractive. Seated in between Teal’c and Daniel, she had her legs across Daniel’s lap and her back resting against Teal’c’s large arm. There was an open bag of barbecue flavored chips sitting on the table from which she was eating, feeding one to Daniel occasionally.
“I would have got you if Vala hadn’t been screamin’ her head off,” Cameron commented, defending his competency in stealth and combat. Sportsmanship was a good trait that he treasured but it was still a little difficult to accept that an archaeologist had beaten him. It also didn’t help that Vala loved telling anyone who would listen that Daniel was her manly victor. Sometimes Cameron thought it would be nice to have a woman who swooned over things like that, but you can’t have everything.
“Excuses excuses, Mitchell,” O’Neill said with a mouth full of turkey and bread. He looked across the table and saw Teal’c doing something very weird. “T, why are you putting chips inside your sandwich?”
“It is good, O’Neill. Have you tried it?” Teal’c replied in an almost challenging tone before biting crunchily down on his sandwich.
“Nope, and I don’t intend to…ever,” Jack made a face and then turned his attention back to his own, traditional sandwich and the faint pain in the middle of his chest where he knew there would be a bruise in the morning.
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After lunch Jack announced that the guys would be joining him for some fishing. At that, Sam was a little annoyed because it left her and Vala by themselves for the afternoon with nothing to do. Knowing Vala though, she’d probably have something tucked away in her bag that would elicit some kind of girly activity. “What color?” Vala asked, pulling Sam out of her thoughts.
“Huh?” Sam replied, confused. Then she saw Vala pick up a Ziploc bag full of different colored bottles of nail polish and two manicure sets, one red and one black. “Oh, um…that magenta looks kind of nice.”
“Perfect!” Vala sat down on the floor of the living room in front of the TV and pulled out the color that Sam had picked and a shade of bright red for her own nails. Also in her small pile of stuff was a DVD case, which was hidden by one of the leather covered manicure set cases.
“Which movie did you bring?” Sam asked, turning on the TV and DVD player with the remote control before sitting down next to Vala.
“How to Lose a Guy in Ten Days,” Vala said with a smile and grabbed the disc from its case.
“Romantic comedy AND Matthew McConaughey, nice,” Sam commented, watching Vala put the DVD in the player. She was glad the rest of the team wasn’t around, because they would give her hell for actually liking this movie. Though Star Wars and Die Hard are good movies, a chick flick was definitely nice every once in awhile.
As the movie started, the two women began filing, clipping, and painting. Soon, both lost interest in the movie and moved on to interesting topics of conversation. “So, you and Cameron seem pretty friendly,” Vala told Sam, grinning as she blew her nails dry.
“I know!” Sam replied, surprised at the giggle that escaped her mouth. “Hmm, I wonder what they’re talking about out there.”
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“So what do you think they’re doing in there?” Cameron asked the men on either side of him, casting his line back into the water. The sun was shining, the air was warm and the fish were biting, you couldn’t ask for more. Not only was this a great day outside, he was spending it with three of the men he considered his good friends. Plus, there was the promise of a beautiful woman smiling at him during dinner. Yep, living the good life.
“Probably watching a movie or something,” Daniel offered his guess, reeling in his hook though no fish had nibbled. Reading had been his greatest pastime for as long as he could remember, however fishing at the cabin had always been relaxing for some reason. Most likely because it was a place where Daniel felt safe. That even if the Goa’uld or the Ori invaded Earth, there was some invisible shield that cut the cabin off from reality. It was the place where time stood still.
“Or talking about how Vala plans to make Daniel-“ Jack started but was cut off by Cameron.
“Ack! Please don’t finish that, sir,” Cameron protested, holding up his free hand.
“Oh, I forgot to tell you, Mitchell, watch out for the Northern Pike that’s in here. Got bit by one a couple years back,” Jack warned, then looked at Daniel with an expression that could not be misinterpreted.
“Right, there was blood everywhere. Horrible,” Daniel elaborated, going along with whatever Jack was doing.
“Really?” Cameron looked genuinely concerned and frightened.
“Indeed,” Teal’c replied with a smirk.
“Ah you guys are messin’ with me, aren’t you?” Cameron questioned before being startled by the sudden jerk on his line. He pulled up his rod, setting the hook, and started to reel in. “You are kidding right?”
“Yeah, it’s probably just a trout,” Daniel reassured Cameron, not being able to keep a straight face any longer. Usually an Air Force colonel didn’t get nervous about fish, but Daniel guessed this was one of those rare times. Cameron pulled the fish onto the bank and unhooked it, throwing it with the pile of fish in the grass.
“I think that’s about enough for dinner, ready to head back to the porch to clean ‘em?” Jack asked the guys, who all nodded in agreement. The group gathered up their poles and fish before walking back onto the wood deck to prepare the fish for the barbecue. When Cameron reached the stairs, Sam and Vala came out of the house.
“Have fun?” Vala asked Daniel with a peck on the side of his mouth.
“Yeah, Cameron thought he was going to get attacked by one of the fish,” Daniel told the women with a smirk.
“I did not, I was just concerned it might be dangerous,” Cameron said while hanging the string of fish off the edge of the barbecue.
“Yes, Mitchell, the nine inch trout was dangerous. What could it do, flop you to death?” O’Neill joked, setting his pole on the inside of the door. The team, all except Cameron, laughed sending music to Jack’s ears. It was almost like old times, the whole team together, picking on each other and laughing.
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As the sun fell low in the sky, dinner was ready. Jack had barbecued the trout that they had caught along with corn on the cob. It occurred to Sam that Jack seemed to only like to barbecue. He’d probably grill pancakes if the batter didn’t run straight through the rack. That was okay though because since Jack moved to Washington, Sam missed his cooking. Team nights were always looked forward to because of Jack’s famous steak and sauce. Eating dinner that he made was like going home for Thanksgiving. It always tasted good and it was a great comfort.
Fish was eaten, flirtatious comments were made by more than one person, and the beer disappeared slowly. Vala hadn’t realized how at home she felt with these people. Just simply sitting, eating dinner felt like home. There was only one thing that could make it even better. “I’ve got an idea,” Vala declared to the five people at the table.
“Oh no, that’s never good,” Daniel quipped, dropping his head to his chest.
“Let’s play charades!” Vala suggested, ignoring Daniel’s comment. Before anyone could answer, Vala ran into the cabin and returned with paper and two pencils. “Daniel and Sam will be on my team, while you guys can be your own team. Here,” Vala pushed a sheet of paper and one of the pencils toward Jack, “write out some prompts.”
The activity being decided for them, the teams wrote out whatever they could think of. After tearing them into smaller sections and putting them in two separate plastic cups, the game began with Cameron being the first to act for his team. He picked a piece of paper from Vala’s team’s cup and read it. In flowery handwriting was written ‘black mascara.’ Cameron rolled his eyes and started to act it out, causing laughter all around.
Everyone mimed words and phrases of various difficulty, including Jack Daniel’s whiskey, Galaxy Quest, Revenge of the Sith (how Vala successfully acted that one out Jack will never know), and Need for Speed. As the prompts in the cups diminished, so did the amount of beer in the fridge. By the time the team, except for Teal’c, was considerably tipsy, if not drunk it was time to write new prompts. Giggling ensued as they all submitted their papers to the cups.
Fueled by slurred handwriting, wrong guesses, and clumsy miming the game continued. When it came to be Daniel’s turn, he smirked as he read the paper. Standing in front of the group, he first did the standing position movement to show it was a person. Then he combed his hair over to the side with his fingers, raised his eyebrow and mouthed the words “Frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn.” Daniel grabbed Vala out of her seat by her shoulders and placed a rough kiss on her lips.
“OH! Rhett Butler!” Sam called, knowing she had the right answer while Daniel let Vala back into her seat on the bench, a little dazed.
“Yep,” Daniel said simply, sitting back down.
Teal’c and Jack looked at Cameron suspiciously. “What? He’s a hero of mine,” Cameron responded to the two men, slurring slightly.
“One of your heroes is from one of the greatest romantic movies of all time?” Jack questioned, and then looked at Teal’c confused.
“Hey, he was a cool dude from the South and he also got the girl. The movie didn’t do him justice though, he was much better in the book. Plus, Gone with the Wind is about the Civil War too,” Cameron told the group, desperately trying to justify himself and his choice of prompt.
“You read the book?” Daniel asked, surprised that Cameron read anything besides Sports Illustrated and Airman Magazine.
“Yeah!” Cameron replied a little too enthusiastically. “What? It’s a good book and a classic.”
“I loved the book. Much better than the movie,” Sam agreed, staring at Cameron with awe. Clearly the alcohol had been plentiful because Cameron just looked at her with the same dopey expression. There was obviously a lot Sam didn’t know about Cameron and she was more than willing to find out.
Author: dvshipper
Rating: PG
Warnings/Spoilers: Daniel/Vala and Sam/Cam
Summary: SG-1 takes a road trip to Jack’s cabin for some down time. Everything ensues.A/N: Thanks to
taraleesg1 for being an awesome beta on this one! This story is a companion piece for my story Just Another Day in Paradise, but can be read on it’s own. Set in late season 10.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4 Part 1
Chapter 4: Of Winning and Bruising Part 2
“Yes, sir, your team won but you still got eliminated first,” Sam responded to the continuous, though not undue bragging being done by O’Neill. They were on the back porch of the cabin, turkey sandwiches firmly in hands. Their old heavy jackets and sweatshirts they had all worn during the game were laid across the deck in the sun, wet from being hosed off. O’Neill’s lack of a washer/dryer set at the cabin could sometimes be frustrating. It was all part of the ‘rustic’ mentality of being at the cabin or so he said.
“Exactly, Daniel was the last man standing,” Vala said with a smile, loving to show off the masculine side of Daniel which she found very attractive. Seated in between Teal’c and Daniel, she had her legs across Daniel’s lap and her back resting against Teal’c’s large arm. There was an open bag of barbecue flavored chips sitting on the table from which she was eating, feeding one to Daniel occasionally.
“I would have got you if Vala hadn’t been screamin’ her head off,” Cameron commented, defending his competency in stealth and combat. Sportsmanship was a good trait that he treasured but it was still a little difficult to accept that an archaeologist had beaten him. It also didn’t help that Vala loved telling anyone who would listen that Daniel was her manly victor. Sometimes Cameron thought it would be nice to have a woman who swooned over things like that, but you can’t have everything.
“Excuses excuses, Mitchell,” O’Neill said with a mouth full of turkey and bread. He looked across the table and saw Teal’c doing something very weird. “T, why are you putting chips inside your sandwich?”
“It is good, O’Neill. Have you tried it?” Teal’c replied in an almost challenging tone before biting crunchily down on his sandwich.
“Nope, and I don’t intend to…ever,” Jack made a face and then turned his attention back to his own, traditional sandwich and the faint pain in the middle of his chest where he knew there would be a bruise in the morning.
^^^^^
After lunch Jack announced that the guys would be joining him for some fishing. At that, Sam was a little annoyed because it left her and Vala by themselves for the afternoon with nothing to do. Knowing Vala though, she’d probably have something tucked away in her bag that would elicit some kind of girly activity. “What color?” Vala asked, pulling Sam out of her thoughts.
“Huh?” Sam replied, confused. Then she saw Vala pick up a Ziploc bag full of different colored bottles of nail polish and two manicure sets, one red and one black. “Oh, um…that magenta looks kind of nice.”
“Perfect!” Vala sat down on the floor of the living room in front of the TV and pulled out the color that Sam had picked and a shade of bright red for her own nails. Also in her small pile of stuff was a DVD case, which was hidden by one of the leather covered manicure set cases.
“Which movie did you bring?” Sam asked, turning on the TV and DVD player with the remote control before sitting down next to Vala.
“How to Lose a Guy in Ten Days,” Vala said with a smile and grabbed the disc from its case.
“Romantic comedy AND Matthew McConaughey, nice,” Sam commented, watching Vala put the DVD in the player. She was glad the rest of the team wasn’t around, because they would give her hell for actually liking this movie. Though Star Wars and Die Hard are good movies, a chick flick was definitely nice every once in awhile.
As the movie started, the two women began filing, clipping, and painting. Soon, both lost interest in the movie and moved on to interesting topics of conversation. “So, you and Cameron seem pretty friendly,” Vala told Sam, grinning as she blew her nails dry.
“I know!” Sam replied, surprised at the giggle that escaped her mouth. “Hmm, I wonder what they’re talking about out there.”
^^^^^
“So what do you think they’re doing in there?” Cameron asked the men on either side of him, casting his line back into the water. The sun was shining, the air was warm and the fish were biting, you couldn’t ask for more. Not only was this a great day outside, he was spending it with three of the men he considered his good friends. Plus, there was the promise of a beautiful woman smiling at him during dinner. Yep, living the good life.
“Probably watching a movie or something,” Daniel offered his guess, reeling in his hook though no fish had nibbled. Reading had been his greatest pastime for as long as he could remember, however fishing at the cabin had always been relaxing for some reason. Most likely because it was a place where Daniel felt safe. That even if the Goa’uld or the Ori invaded Earth, there was some invisible shield that cut the cabin off from reality. It was the place where time stood still.
“Or talking about how Vala plans to make Daniel-“ Jack started but was cut off by Cameron.
“Ack! Please don’t finish that, sir,” Cameron protested, holding up his free hand.
“Oh, I forgot to tell you, Mitchell, watch out for the Northern Pike that’s in here. Got bit by one a couple years back,” Jack warned, then looked at Daniel with an expression that could not be misinterpreted.
“Right, there was blood everywhere. Horrible,” Daniel elaborated, going along with whatever Jack was doing.
“Really?” Cameron looked genuinely concerned and frightened.
“Indeed,” Teal’c replied with a smirk.
“Ah you guys are messin’ with me, aren’t you?” Cameron questioned before being startled by the sudden jerk on his line. He pulled up his rod, setting the hook, and started to reel in. “You are kidding right?”
“Yeah, it’s probably just a trout,” Daniel reassured Cameron, not being able to keep a straight face any longer. Usually an Air Force colonel didn’t get nervous about fish, but Daniel guessed this was one of those rare times. Cameron pulled the fish onto the bank and unhooked it, throwing it with the pile of fish in the grass.
“I think that’s about enough for dinner, ready to head back to the porch to clean ‘em?” Jack asked the guys, who all nodded in agreement. The group gathered up their poles and fish before walking back onto the wood deck to prepare the fish for the barbecue. When Cameron reached the stairs, Sam and Vala came out of the house.
“Have fun?” Vala asked Daniel with a peck on the side of his mouth.
“Yeah, Cameron thought he was going to get attacked by one of the fish,” Daniel told the women with a smirk.
“I did not, I was just concerned it might be dangerous,” Cameron said while hanging the string of fish off the edge of the barbecue.
“Yes, Mitchell, the nine inch trout was dangerous. What could it do, flop you to death?” O’Neill joked, setting his pole on the inside of the door. The team, all except Cameron, laughed sending music to Jack’s ears. It was almost like old times, the whole team together, picking on each other and laughing.
^^^^^
As the sun fell low in the sky, dinner was ready. Jack had barbecued the trout that they had caught along with corn on the cob. It occurred to Sam that Jack seemed to only like to barbecue. He’d probably grill pancakes if the batter didn’t run straight through the rack. That was okay though because since Jack moved to Washington, Sam missed his cooking. Team nights were always looked forward to because of Jack’s famous steak and sauce. Eating dinner that he made was like going home for Thanksgiving. It always tasted good and it was a great comfort.
Fish was eaten, flirtatious comments were made by more than one person, and the beer disappeared slowly. Vala hadn’t realized how at home she felt with these people. Just simply sitting, eating dinner felt like home. There was only one thing that could make it even better. “I’ve got an idea,” Vala declared to the five people at the table.
“Oh no, that’s never good,” Daniel quipped, dropping his head to his chest.
“Let’s play charades!” Vala suggested, ignoring Daniel’s comment. Before anyone could answer, Vala ran into the cabin and returned with paper and two pencils. “Daniel and Sam will be on my team, while you guys can be your own team. Here,” Vala pushed a sheet of paper and one of the pencils toward Jack, “write out some prompts.”
The activity being decided for them, the teams wrote out whatever they could think of. After tearing them into smaller sections and putting them in two separate plastic cups, the game began with Cameron being the first to act for his team. He picked a piece of paper from Vala’s team’s cup and read it. In flowery handwriting was written ‘black mascara.’ Cameron rolled his eyes and started to act it out, causing laughter all around.
Everyone mimed words and phrases of various difficulty, including Jack Daniel’s whiskey, Galaxy Quest, Revenge of the Sith (how Vala successfully acted that one out Jack will never know), and Need for Speed. As the prompts in the cups diminished, so did the amount of beer in the fridge. By the time the team, except for Teal’c, was considerably tipsy, if not drunk it was time to write new prompts. Giggling ensued as they all submitted their papers to the cups.
Fueled by slurred handwriting, wrong guesses, and clumsy miming the game continued. When it came to be Daniel’s turn, he smirked as he read the paper. Standing in front of the group, he first did the standing position movement to show it was a person. Then he combed his hair over to the side with his fingers, raised his eyebrow and mouthed the words “Frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn.” Daniel grabbed Vala out of her seat by her shoulders and placed a rough kiss on her lips.
“OH! Rhett Butler!” Sam called, knowing she had the right answer while Daniel let Vala back into her seat on the bench, a little dazed.
“Yep,” Daniel said simply, sitting back down.
Teal’c and Jack looked at Cameron suspiciously. “What? He’s a hero of mine,” Cameron responded to the two men, slurring slightly.
“One of your heroes is from one of the greatest romantic movies of all time?” Jack questioned, and then looked at Teal’c confused.
“Hey, he was a cool dude from the South and he also got the girl. The movie didn’t do him justice though, he was much better in the book. Plus, Gone with the Wind is about the Civil War too,” Cameron told the group, desperately trying to justify himself and his choice of prompt.
“You read the book?” Daniel asked, surprised that Cameron read anything besides Sports Illustrated and Airman Magazine.
“Yeah!” Cameron replied a little too enthusiastically. “What? It’s a good book and a classic.”
“I loved the book. Much better than the movie,” Sam agreed, staring at Cameron with awe. Clearly the alcohol had been plentiful because Cameron just looked at her with the same dopey expression. There was obviously a lot Sam didn’t know about Cameron and she was more than willing to find out.