AU Drabble Cycle - Stargate - Western & Author's Choice (Video Game Fusion)
Title: Deal
Author: moondoormajesty
Fandom: Stargate SG-1/Stargate Atlantis
Pairing: Elizabeth/Vala
Prompt: AU Drabble Cycle - Western
Rating: PG
Word Count: 222
“You need me,” Vala concludes, from her perch on the edge of mayor Weir’s desk.
The stranger does have a point. It’s not like there’s a wealth of apparently-well-connected people rolling into town, and offering to help retrieve Elizabeth’s sheriff and deputies from wherever the Lucian Gang is currently holding them.
Still -
“You just tried to pickpocket me, half an hour ago.”
“I was only trying to get your attention,” Vala claims, moving to stand distractingly close to her - just like she’d done, back in the bar. This time, her fingers don’t dip into Elizabeth’s back pocket - though they do slide around her waist. “And, to show you just a few of the skills I can offer.”
“How do I know you’re not secretly working with them, and leading me into a trap?” She points out.
“You don’t. But I’m not.” Vala takes the opportunity to remove the black suede stetson she’d been wearing, and places it on Elizabeth’s head, instead. It’s not her hat. It probably isn’t Vala’s, either. “So, do we have a deal?”
The thief isn’t lying. Right now, anyway. If Vala can deliver even half of what she promises, it’s still more than anyone else in this town is doing, so far. And Elizabeth can think of worse people to venture through the desert with.
“Okay. Let’s ride.”
Title: Detour
Author: moondoormajesty
Fandom: Stargate SG-1/Stargate Atlantis + Dragon Age
Pairing: Elizabeth/Vala
Prompt: AU Drabble Cycle - Author’s Choice - Video Game Fusion
Rating: PG
Word Count: 250
She’d had two options. Vala could trek through possibly the coldest place in all of Thedas and try not to get killed by Red Templars - or, she could accompany one of the Inquisitor’s advisors on a diplomatic mission to Tevinter.
(She could have stayed at Skyhold, too - but, unless she felt like whacking her daggers against one of Cameron’s dummies, or hearing Daniel complain about the ‘historically inaccurate’ library, there really wasn’t a lot to do, there.)
So, city of magisters and, hopefully, at least a few poorly-guarded and very valuable artifacts it was.
At least, it was supposed to be. Currently, she and Elizabeth Weir were huddled under a not-remotely-waterproof tent, absolutely nowhere near Tevinter.
“Since when did part of the Imperial Highway fall under the control of whichever darkspawn had the biggest axe?” Elizabeth shifted in closer, abandoning her attempt to start a fire with a damp blade and a damp rock, on damp wood.
“The important thing is, we killed it,” Vala tried, only half-believing the sentiment, herself. “...After its friends stole all of our food, and maps, and coin.”
The diplomat pillowed her head on the rogue’s shoulder, shivering. “We should have brought a mage.”
“I don’t need magic to keep you warm.” An idea sparked.
“Oh?”
Vala’s hands slipped beneath layers of fabric more drenched than her own, finding soft skin that heated to her touch. “Keeping noblewomen from freezing to death is specialty of mine.”
“I’m not that noble.”
“But you are cold.”
“True.”
Author: moondoormajesty
Fandom: Stargate SG-1/Stargate Atlantis
Pairing: Elizabeth/Vala
Prompt: AU Drabble Cycle - Western
Rating: PG
Word Count: 222
“You need me,” Vala concludes, from her perch on the edge of mayor Weir’s desk.
The stranger does have a point. It’s not like there’s a wealth of apparently-well-connected people rolling into town, and offering to help retrieve Elizabeth’s sheriff and deputies from wherever the Lucian Gang is currently holding them.
Still -
“You just tried to pickpocket me, half an hour ago.”
“I was only trying to get your attention,” Vala claims, moving to stand distractingly close to her - just like she’d done, back in the bar. This time, her fingers don’t dip into Elizabeth’s back pocket - though they do slide around her waist. “And, to show you just a few of the skills I can offer.”
“How do I know you’re not secretly working with them, and leading me into a trap?” She points out.
“You don’t. But I’m not.” Vala takes the opportunity to remove the black suede stetson she’d been wearing, and places it on Elizabeth’s head, instead. It’s not her hat. It probably isn’t Vala’s, either. “So, do we have a deal?”
The thief isn’t lying. Right now, anyway. If Vala can deliver even half of what she promises, it’s still more than anyone else in this town is doing, so far. And Elizabeth can think of worse people to venture through the desert with.
“Okay. Let’s ride.”
Title: Detour
Author: moondoormajesty
Fandom: Stargate SG-1/Stargate Atlantis + Dragon Age
Pairing: Elizabeth/Vala
Prompt: AU Drabble Cycle - Author’s Choice - Video Game Fusion
Rating: PG
Word Count: 250
She’d had two options. Vala could trek through possibly the coldest place in all of Thedas and try not to get killed by Red Templars - or, she could accompany one of the Inquisitor’s advisors on a diplomatic mission to Tevinter.
(She could have stayed at Skyhold, too - but, unless she felt like whacking her daggers against one of Cameron’s dummies, or hearing Daniel complain about the ‘historically inaccurate’ library, there really wasn’t a lot to do, there.)
So, city of magisters and, hopefully, at least a few poorly-guarded and very valuable artifacts it was.
At least, it was supposed to be. Currently, she and Elizabeth Weir were huddled under a not-remotely-waterproof tent, absolutely nowhere near Tevinter.
“Since when did part of the Imperial Highway fall under the control of whichever darkspawn had the biggest axe?” Elizabeth shifted in closer, abandoning her attempt to start a fire with a damp blade and a damp rock, on damp wood.
“The important thing is, we killed it,” Vala tried, only half-believing the sentiment, herself. “...After its friends stole all of our food, and maps, and coin.”
The diplomat pillowed her head on the rogue’s shoulder, shivering. “We should have brought a mage.”
“I don’t need magic to keep you warm.” An idea sparked.
“Oh?”
Vala’s hands slipped beneath layers of fabric more drenched than her own, finding soft skin that heated to her touch. “Keeping noblewomen from freezing to death is specialty of mine.”
“I’m not that noble.”
“But you are cold.”
“True.”