When SG-1 stepped through the Gate, the Hirtoark priests took one look at Sam and Vala, threw up their hands in flailing panic and had them dragged away to be “purified and protected” with the women, much to Jackson’s amusement. It seemed this was a bit of payback for a certain incident with some online shopping.
“I’ll come save you!” Daniel chortled with glee as Vala was tugged kicking and screaming towards the bath house.
The bath house, it turned out, was quite luxurious, quite like an expensive day spa. After being stripped of their ‘ugly ugly man clothes’ and treated to deep tissue oil massages and mud baths, Sam and Vala were shown to one the hot spring pools.
“Hhhm.” Sam hummed as she eyed the steaming water. “This might not be so bad, after all.”
“Indeed.” Vala agreed, dropped her towel and splashed into the water, holding out her arms. With a shrug, Sam threw off her own towel and went to her.
“You don’t understand, I am responsible for them, they ARE my women.” Cam Mitchell said as he forced his way past the bath house attendant into the pool area, drawing up short as he got an eyeful of some very sensual motion going on in the spa.
An attendant had fetched a supervisor, who screeched and flailed her arms. “Men are not allowed in here!”
Disappointed, Mitchell glanced over his shoulder as he was shoved out of the room and gave a sigh. “Now that is a damned shame.”
~*~
One night, after yet another interaction with Adria, Teal’c found Vala curled in a ball on the couch in the AV room on base, silently sobbing. He touched her shoulder, but she refused to look up at him, she buried her face in her arms and sobbed harder.
“Is there anything that I may do to ease your pain, Vala Mal Doran?”
“Sam. I want Sam.”
Teal’c went to the Control Room and persuaded Harriman to track Samantha’s sub-q transmitter, he called the telemetry lab where she was and intoned into the phone receiver, “Vala Mal Doran is most distressed, she has requested your presence in the audio visual room.”
“I’ll be right there.”
“I shall remain with her.”
Sam rushed in and immediately went to Vala, gathering her into her arms and rocking her. “Shhh, shhh, baby, I’m sorry, I got distracted.” Sam kissed Vala’s forehead and held her. "Shh, I know, I know."
Teal’c moved to the doorway, solemnly keeping guard and scaring off any base personnel that attempted to enter the room.
When SG-1 stepped through the Gate, the Hirtoark priests took one look at Sam and Vala, threw up their hands in flailing panic and had them dragged away to be “purified and protected” with the women, much to Jackson’s amusement. It seemed this was a bit of payback for a certain incident with some online shopping.
“I’ll come save you!” Daniel chortled with glee as Vala was tugged kicking and screaming towards the bath house.
The bath house, it turned out, was quite luxurious, quite like an expensive day spa. After being stripped of their ‘ugly ugly man clothes’ and treated to deep tissue oil massages and mud baths, Sam and Vala were shown to one the hot spring pools.
“Hhhm.” Sam hummed as she eyed the steaming water. “This might not be so bad, after all.”
“Indeed.” Vala agreed, dropped her towel and splashed into the water, holding out her arms. With a shrug, Sam threw off her own towel and went to her.
“You don’t understand, I am responsible for them, they ARE my women.” Cam Mitchell said as he forced his way past the bath house attendant into the pool area, drawing up short as he got an eyeful of some very sensual motion going on in the spa.
An attendant had fetched a supervisor, who screeched and flailed her arms. “Men are not allowed in here!”
Disappointed, Mitchell glanced over his shoulder as he was shoved out of the room and gave a sigh. “Now that is a damned shame.”
~*~
One night, after yet another interaction with Adria, Teal’c found Vala curled in a ball on the couch in the AV room on base, silently sobbing. He touched her shoulder, but she refused to look up at him, she buried her face in her arms and sobbed harder.
“Is there anything that I may do to ease your pain, Vala Mal Doran?”
“Sam. I want Sam.”
Teal’c went to the Control Room and persuaded Harriman to track Samantha’s sub-q transmitter, he called the telemetry lab where she was and intoned into the phone receiver, “Vala Mal Doran is most distressed, she has requested your presence in the audio visual room.”
“I’ll be right there.”
“I shall remain with her.”
Sam rushed in and immediately went to Vala, gathering her into her arms and rocking her. “Shhh, shhh, baby, I’m sorry, I got distracted.” Sam kissed Vala’s forehead and held her. "Shh, I know, I know."
Teal’c moved to the doorway, solemnly keeping guard and scaring off any base personnel that attempted to enter the room.
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