FF: Worst Case Scenario 1/1 NC-17 (SG1/SGA) (Vala/Woolsey)
Title: Worst Case Scenario
Author: Manda
Show: Stargate SG-1/Stargate Atlantis (sort of)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Vala/Woolsey
Spoilers: SGA's The Return Part I & II
A/N: So a while ago this plot bunny bit me on the butt and I said, "No, I can't write that." Then I started thinking about it some more, and I said, "No, I really can't write that." And then… I wrote it. This falls into the category of bad.dirty.verywrong. Hope you enjoy every minute of it. Let's just say Aliens made me do it...
A/N2: I'm mostly on SGA lists - does anyone know an appropriate SG1 comm this should get posted to?
Enjoy! ~Manda
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The mess was thankfully empty. Richard Woolsey took his tray of food to a table in the farthest corner and collapsed into a chair. His head was absolutely killing him, but General O'Neill had explained that the headache was a side effect of the Replicator mind probe. It would take some time for everything in his head to literally fall back in place.
Picking at his food, he barely noticed when he heard someone else settle a tray on the table across from him. Looking up, he felt his head throb as Vala Mal Doran smiled pleasantly down at him.
"Mind if I join you?"
Woolsey surveyed the otherwise empty mess hall. "There's no where else for you to sit?"
"Not if I want more than dead air for a dinner companion." She plopped into the chair across from him. "I see you went for the macaroni surprise," Vala commented. "I prefer the Salisbury steak myself." She cut a piece off and made a show of pulling it off her fork with her teeth.
Richard tried to take a bite of his pasta, but it was dry and tasted vaguely of fish. "How can you eat this?"
"I've had worse. After a while you get used to it." She took another bite of the steak. "So, I see you and General O'Neill made it back in one piece. How exactly did you manage that?"
He gave the bite on his fork a disdainful look and let it fall onto his plate. "I can't eat this." The smell was starting to make his head spin.
"So why don't you leave, you aren't stuck under this mountain like the rest of us."
"I have a meeting tomorrow with General O'Neill," Woolesy considered, "I could always come back for it."
"That sounds like a plan."
"Would you like to come with me?"
Vala choked on her bite of food. "Excuse me?"
Maybe it was the fact he was sitting across from a beautiful woman, or maybe it was the lingering head injury, or maybe it was almost dying, but Richard Woolsey found himself asking the question again, completely sincere. "Would you like to come to dinner with me?"
"Off base?
"Yes."
"At a real restaurant - not one of those fast food places?"
"Yes."
"You're buying?"
"Yes."
"Okay."
*
The restaurant was quiet and romantic and the food, thank God, was utterly delicious. Vala swirled her wine around in her glass. "I like Italian food."
Richard tucked into his chicken parmesan, savoring another bite. "It's one of my favorites."
"So… you never answered me before. How did you manage to escape the Replicators?"
His fork clattered onto the plate. Worried, he looked around trying to see who might have heard her. "We're in public," he hissed. "We can't talk about that here."
Vala looked around. There was a good ten feet between their table and everyone else's and all of the other patron's seemed blissfully unaware of Vala and Woolsey's conversation. Still, the man looked panicked and had started to sweat, so she decided to take pity on him. "Fine. Tell me, what does a bean counter like you do for fun on this planet?"
"I like to read. And collect antiques."
Vala's eyes lit up. "Antiques? Those sound valuable."
"Mmm, yes they can be. But the fun is in the collecting… in finding the object. In discovering the qualities that make it so special."
"You know, I used to have the same tone of voice when I did my work-"
*
The base was dark and quiet as they walked through the halls. It seemed to Richard that Cheyenne Mountain and the SGC only had two speeds: perfectly calm or uncontrolled chaos. After the last few weeks, he was unbelievably grateful for the calm.
Just like his mother had always taught him, he walked Vala to the door of her room. It was the end of an evening, and she was a lady. Mostly.
"Thank you for having dinner with me. It was nice to get out and eat something besides those dreadful MREs."
"It was nice, wasn't it?" Vala grinned cheekily. "Thank you for inviting me. You aren't nearly as much of a tight ass outside of the mountain. I'd even say I enjoyed myself."
Richard flushed. "Uh, well, thank you. I think."
In a comedy of errors, he extended his hand politely just as Vala leaned up to kiss his cheek. When Vala pulled back to take his hand, he leaned down to kiss her cheek. They repeated the process twice until Vala finally just grabbed him by the shoulders and leaned up to plant a kiss on his cheek. The movement was too quick, however, and part of her mouth landed on his.
As she pulled away, Richard could see something in her eyes - a curiosity - and was reminded of their earlier conversation. She stared at him as if she was trying to decipher all of his secrets in that one glance. Unexpectedly, she reached up and kissed him. There was no mistaking that this time she had intended for their lips to meet.
It wasn't unpleasant, per se, just new, and a moment later he felt himself giving in and kissing her back. It had been a long, long time since he'd kissed a woman. So long he'd forgotten how good just one kiss could be.
He heard the door open behind her and knew Vala had more in mind than just one kiss. Richard pulled away, trying to think, trying to breathe without her lips on his, but she was looking up at him dazed and smiling, and God she really was pretty when she was quiet and not insulting him.
Giving in, he leaned down and kissed her again. They were walking and then the door slammed shut behind him and suddenly her hands were everywhere and his clothes were nowhere to be found. She pulled him down to the bed with a wicked smile, and somehow he must've gotten his hands to work too, because her clothes were gone and his mouth was on her neck and she was moaning the same way she had when she'd taken her first drink of the wine earlier.
He kissed a path down her body, stopping along the way to kiss her breasts and trace his tongue over the ridges of her nipples. She moaned, louder now, and he couldn't help but grin against her body. "Richard Woolsey - Sex God" had a nice ring to it.
Where the condom came from he wasn't sure, but Vala was a resourceful woman, bless her mercenary little heart, so he went with it when she rolled the latex onto his cock. And then, then he was buried so deep inside her and he felt like a teenager again, all ungainly limbs and sweat, trying to tell himself not to rush, not to waste the moment.
He moved inside her, long deep strokes, moaning as she dug her nails into his shoulder, begging him, actually begging, for more. Harder and harder he thrust inside until he heard her choked sob and the sound of his name and then everything went blissfully white as he came.
*
They cuddled together in the afterglow. If anyone had told him he would be in bed with Vala Mal Doran he would have… well, laughed for one, and then sent them to the SGC shrink. Now, he couldn't imagine why he'd never thought of doing this before. She was an intoxicating woman.
"So are you going to tell me or not?" Vala asked, pouting slightly.
"Tell you what?"
"How you managed to escape the Replicators."
"Oh, that, well…" He settled her more firmly against his chest, basking in his new found status with her. "Colonel Sheppard came to rescue us with Dr. Weir, but things didn't go as planned, so they put C-4 on the shield generators around the city. When the Replicators activated the shield, the C-4 blew and the Daedalus was able to beam a nuke into the city. We barely escaped in a jumper and then came home on the Daedalus."
"So Atlantis was lost?"
"Yes."
"Interesting."
Richard winced as pain shot through his forehead. Damn it. He thought the headache was going away.
"Are you all right? Can I get you something?" Vala's face contorted in front of him, blanking out like a TV on the fritz. Pain seared through his head, hotter, hotter, like a laser into his brain, burning him from the inside out.
"AAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh………."
"AAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh………."
Richard Woolsey hit the floor, knees first and then head, collapsing in a heap next to General O'Neill. "What happened?" he croaked.
"Replicators."
"We're back on Atlantis?"
O'Neill gave him a dirty look. "We never left."
Woolsey looked up, the image of his Replicator-interrogator wobbling in his vision.
"This one told us much. Not only about your plans to save the city, but about human kind as well."
Jack's arm shot out and smacked him on the shoulder. Hard. "I told you to resist!"
"I-I-I thought I did!"
Richard struggled to sit up as the Replicators left successful in the knowledge of Colonel Sheppard's plan to destroy the city. He reached out and winced as the bars of the Atlantis cell sparked from the contact. Looking around he realized two things: One, if he managed to get out of this alive, he was definitely getting a new job. And two, he was never trusting another word out of Vala Mal Doran's mouth for as long as he lived.
Finis.