FIC: Reunion (The Vala Chronicles) - M7/SG1 - cross100
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Title: Reunion (The Vala Chronicles #1)
Author: Lyl (lyl_devil)
Rating: PG
Character: Ezra Standish - Magnificent Seven
Fandom: Stargate: SG-1
Disclaimer: I don't claim any rights to either show. I just like to play in their sandboxes occasionally.
Prompt table -> HERE
Prompt - 089: She
Words: 430
Summary: It wasn't like she *planned* to get taken prisoner.
~!~
Vala didn't know why Cam kept shooting her those looks. It wasn't like she planned to get taken prisoner. She hadn't even had time to do anything on this planet before a series of big and burly guards surrounded them and stripped them of their weapons.
And any comments she might have made about a strip search - well, what did they expect in these kinds of situations.
Practicing her bored and disinterested look - perfected years before unleashing it on General Landry during briefings or Cam during all the other times - Vala swept a practiced eye around the room, looking for any way to escape.
It was what she was good at, after all.
Though it was taking a lot to keep that look on her face. Twenty minutes ago a stranger all in black - and wasn't that a cliché - had come to look in on them. He hadn't said anything, but once he'd seen her, the wicked smile to cross his face started her pulse pounding.
That's when she started to worry, because if that had been who she thought it was, then she was in trouble. More trouble than anyone at Stargate Command could possibly imagine.
The sound of the door unbolting grabbed her attention, and she felt the adrenaline starting to pump through her veins even as she cursed the thorough guards who had found all her weapons.
Almost as if they knew where she kept them all. Yet another bad sign.
Two figures stepped into the room where her and her team were being kept, though it was only the second one that held any kind of interest for her.
He was as familiar to her as her own body, from the dark hair and the eye-catching green jacket (to match his eyes, of course) to the shiny black boots and gold tooth that flashed when he smiled.
The blaster strapped to his thigh was new, though.
“Vala! You duplicitous, thieving she-devil,” he greeted her with a smile, the accent causing goosebumps as it always had.
“Ezra. I see you managed to escape execution. Again,” she replied, her tone as fake as her smile. This situation was getting worse by the second, and she could just imagine the thought going through her team's heads as they watched this little reunion. She'd worked hard to earn their trust and friendship, and didn't need more of her past coming back to haunt her.
“Is that any way to greet your husband?” he chided, his smile turning wolfish even as she stiffened.
Oh, yes. Very bad, indeed.
END
Title: Reunion (The Vala Chronicles #1)
Author: Lyl (lyl_devil)
Rating: PG
Character: Ezra Standish - Magnificent Seven
Fandom: Stargate: SG-1
Disclaimer: I don't claim any rights to either show. I just like to play in their sandboxes occasionally.
Prompt table -> HERE
Prompt - 089: She
Words: 430
Summary: It wasn't like she *planned* to get taken prisoner.
~!~
Vala didn't know why Cam kept shooting her those looks. It wasn't like she planned to get taken prisoner. She hadn't even had time to do anything on this planet before a series of big and burly guards surrounded them and stripped them of their weapons.
And any comments she might have made about a strip search - well, what did they expect in these kinds of situations.
Practicing her bored and disinterested look - perfected years before unleashing it on General Landry during briefings or Cam during all the other times - Vala swept a practiced eye around the room, looking for any way to escape.
It was what she was good at, after all.
Though it was taking a lot to keep that look on her face. Twenty minutes ago a stranger all in black - and wasn't that a cliché - had come to look in on them. He hadn't said anything, but once he'd seen her, the wicked smile to cross his face started her pulse pounding.
That's when she started to worry, because if that had been who she thought it was, then she was in trouble. More trouble than anyone at Stargate Command could possibly imagine.
The sound of the door unbolting grabbed her attention, and she felt the adrenaline starting to pump through her veins even as she cursed the thorough guards who had found all her weapons.
Almost as if they knew where she kept them all. Yet another bad sign.
Two figures stepped into the room where her and her team were being kept, though it was only the second one that held any kind of interest for her.
He was as familiar to her as her own body, from the dark hair and the eye-catching green jacket (to match his eyes, of course) to the shiny black boots and gold tooth that flashed when he smiled.
The blaster strapped to his thigh was new, though.
“Vala! You duplicitous, thieving she-devil,” he greeted her with a smile, the accent causing goosebumps as it always had.
“Ezra. I see you managed to escape execution. Again,” she replied, her tone as fake as her smile. This situation was getting worse by the second, and she could just imagine the thought going through her team's heads as they watched this little reunion. She'd worked hard to earn their trust and friendship, and didn't need more of her past coming back to haunt her.
“Is that any way to greet your husband?” he chided, his smile turning wolfish even as she stiffened.
Oh, yes. Very bad, indeed.
END