Warning: the crack here is huge! Vala, John, ropes and a Jumper. (Jack's full name is Jonathan - the icon fits! *g* Kinda.)
“McKay is just going to love this”, John says while shifting his legs into a more comfortable position, while still trying to keep some level of modesty.
Next to him in the Jumper’s co-pilot seat, sitting like she’s lounging on a beach chair on some exotic island, Vala smirks. Every since they managed to escape the natives of MX8-006, she’s been smiling the same way. It’s almost like she didn’t even mind she was clad only in her underwear, her bra, and the jacket John was able to save after the Wraith worshippers stripped them down thinking that they would be the perfect offerings for their masters.
“Now, what does that mean, Col. Sheppard?” She leans forward, resting her chin in her hand, which is connected to her elbow that is leaning on smooth uncovered skin. John shakes his head and looks up. And glares. It’s not fair how she can make his name sound like that.
Focusing, John shifts in his seat and guides the Jumper to the space-gate above the planet. “He’s always going about how I get kidnapped by the hot alien woman….”
Vala laughs, “But I didn’t kidnap you.” She crosses her legs and smiles - damn, she’s got a great smile. “I got kidnapped with you.”
“Trust me, it won’t matter, especially how we’re dressed.” John waves one hand in between them, gesturing to Vala’s less than clothed state of dress and his own combination of boxers, boots and ripped shirt. The only articles of clothing that they had been able to salvage after the Wraith worshippers had stripped them and begun to lay them out on cold the slabs of wood for the wraith to feed on them. Without any weapons John hadn’t know how the hell they were going to get of that mess when suddenly Vala had slammed her bound feet into the face of one of worshippers and her hands had been free, scrambling to free her legs. It had happened so fast that John still doesn’t know how she had managed it all, but there she had been knocking out the two men that were tying them up unconscious and moving to untie him.
But she had.
Unfortunately, their clothes hadn't been so lucky. Yet, out of luck their shoes had been and John’s jacket, because he couldn't call what he was wearing at the moment a shirt. More like the remains of shirt. They had made it to the jumper that had brought them with minor indecent, only a few other wroshippers along the way, and they had been off.
Now, John thinks it’s finally safe to ask. “So, Vala?”
“Yes?” she’s stretching her legs out on the Jumper’s consul at the moment, and John notices a few scraps. Her ankles housing some rope burn as well. Not that he's any better, really.
“How did you manage to get out the ropes, anyway?”
He hadn’t thought it possible, but her grin widens and her eyes flash. “I always have an escape plan.” She wiggles her fingers and dips into on of his jacket pockets. When she pulls it out he sees one of the Wraith worshipper’s blades and can feel his eyes widen.
“When did you?”
Vala shrugs, “You’re a good distraction when you're trying to be heroic.”
John has to laugh, “Yeah, McKay is going to love this.”
“You know, I always knew I’d like it here.” Vala teases. “Pegasus is so much more fun than the Milky Way. The scenery isn’t too bad either.” She isn’t looking out the Jumper’s window and that gleam in eyes her grow.
“Back at ya.” John smiles back, feeling a warm tingle with definite southern origin when she preens back. He begins to dial the space-gate.
“Still, why do you all military men tend to lose your pants? Not that I mind.”
LOL! Dude, I adore this soooo much right now (especially given my mood). Now the greedy shipper whore in me has to *politely* ask (read: demand) a follow-up to this involving Rodney.
...but you know what would be even better? A whole series of fics/ficlets/drabbles of Vala's time in the Pegasus Galaxy with the SGA team. I can just see it now...
Hmm? I don't recall that *blinks innocently* And to think, I stayed up all night and worked on a slightly cracked out Tomin/Vala vid for you! And when I say "for you" I of course mean "for my own twisted amusement."
“McKay is just going to love this”, John says while shifting his legs into a more comfortable position, while still trying to keep some level of modesty.
Next to him in the Jumper’s co-pilot seat, sitting like she’s lounging on a beach chair on some exotic island, Vala smirks. Every since they managed to escape the natives of MX8-006, she’s been smiling the same way. It’s almost like she didn’t even mind she was clad only in her underwear, her bra, and the jacket John was able to save after the Wraith worshippers stripped them down thinking that they would be the perfect offerings for their masters.
“Now, what does that mean, Col. Sheppard?” She leans forward, resting her chin in her hand, which is connected to her elbow that is leaning on smooth uncovered skin. John shakes his head and looks up. And glares. It’s not fair how she can make his name sound like that.
Focusing, John shifts in his seat and guides the Jumper to the space-gate above the planet. “He’s always going about how I get kidnapped by the hot alien woman….”
Vala laughs, “But I didn’t kidnap you.” She crosses her legs and smiles - damn, she’s got a great smile. “I got kidnapped with you.”
“Trust me, it won’t matter, especially how we’re dressed.” John waves one hand in between them, gesturing to Vala’s less than clothed state of dress and his own combination of boxers, boots and ripped shirt. The only articles of clothing that they had been able to salvage after the Wraith worshippers had stripped them and begun to lay them out on cold the slabs of wood for the wraith to feed on them. Without any weapons John hadn’t know how the hell they were going to get of that mess when suddenly Vala had slammed her bound feet into the face of one of worshippers and her hands had been free, scrambling to free her legs. It had happened so fast that John still doesn’t know how she had managed it all, but there she had been knocking out the two men that were tying them up unconscious and moving to untie him.
But she had.
Unfortunately, their clothes hadn't been so lucky. Yet, out of luck their shoes had been and John’s jacket, because he couldn't call what he was wearing at the moment a shirt. More like the remains of shirt. They had made it to the jumper that had brought them with minor indecent, only a few other wroshippers along the way, and they had been off.
Now, John thinks it’s finally safe to ask. “So, Vala?”
“Yes?” she’s stretching her legs out on the Jumper’s consul at the moment, and John notices a few scraps. Her ankles housing some rope burn as well. Not that he's any better, really.
“How did you manage to get out the ropes, anyway?”
He hadn’t thought it possible, but her grin widens and her eyes flash. “I always have an escape plan.” She wiggles her fingers and dips into on of his jacket pockets. When she pulls it out he sees one of the Wraith worshipper’s blades and can feel his eyes widen.
“When did you?”
Vala shrugs, “You’re a good distraction when you're trying to be heroic.”
John has to laugh, “Yeah, McKay is going to love this.”
“You know, I always knew I’d like it here.” Vala teases. “Pegasus is so much more fun than the Milky Way. The scenery isn’t too bad either.” She isn’t looking out the Jumper’s window and that gleam in eyes her grow.
“Back at ya.” John smiles back, feeling a warm tingle with definite southern origin when she preens back. He begins to dial the space-gate.
“Still, why do you all military men tend to lose your pants? Not that I mind.”
John rolls his eyes.
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LOOOOOOOOL
I love it! Awsome work, and I can totally imagine it... which makes it even awsomer.
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...but you know what would be even better? A whole series of fics/ficlets/drabbles of Vala's time in the Pegasus Galaxy with the SGA team. I can just see it now...
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...and now I sleep.
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